Caught up in her daydream, Tara hadn’t noticed Vince getting into the lift with her. He stood and watched as her eyes focused on a memory in the distance, she shifted a little and leant back against the wall, her face flushing a warm red. “Holy *****!” he exclaimed, making Tara jump. Has her eyes focused on the deliverer of the expletive, Vince beamed at her; “You did it in a lift!!” he whooped, “Very no- stereo type!” he sounded impressed although Tara had neither verbally confirmed or denied his statement, she hadn’t needed to, her face and body had told him more than he really needed to know.

As the lift pinged its arrival on the top floor, Tara stepped out. Looking down the corridor first to her left, then in front of her, she smiled; “Meet you at the other corner?” she asked, Vince nodded and turned to begin the thankless task. “Tara?” he called back as she started towards the first door. She turned, a questioning look meeting his soft features. “It’s good to see you really smiling!” he said, his tone genuine and full of love for his friend. Tara grinned, “Yeah, it is.” She said as she reached out and knocked on the first of many doors.

Down in the foyer, Willow had seen Tara disappearing into the lift and had grinned before being accosted into a small office. “Ms. Rosenberg.” David had begun, his tie was loose and his forehead coated in sweat, the crash had obviously been harder on him than she had predicted. She guided him to his chair and patted his arm, “Mr. Moore” she said, taking off her long suit jacket, revealing a fitted black shirt that clung to her small but beautiful *****. “I understand your anger and appreciate the inconvenience but we will have you up and running by the end of the day.” She told him, trying to sound certain.

In truth, she didn’t want the hotel up and running, she wanted to have to be here for a long time, stealing looks at Tara whenever she wanted. Her mind wandered back to the start of the party, she had seen Tara even before she’d stepped into the room, the blonde had been returning from the bathroom as Willow had entered and the slight sway in her hips, the way her trousers had hugged her curvaceous bottom had sent fireworks rushing through Willows body.