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    A Night in the D

    On a wintry day in southeast Michigan, Bette Porter huffed her way out of a cab-filthy, she thought to herself, wiping dust from her pants-and waited impatiently for the cabbie to emerge and grab her bag. She pulled her coat collar close around her neck, shivering, her exasperation growing as she waited, finally peering inside to see him peering down at his cell phone. She rolled her eyes and knocked hard on the trunk to get his attention. The lid popped and Bette’s head snapped up. She glared at him through the back windshield before exhaling and watching her breath rise like smoke around her. Why must this ***** happen to me? she thought to herself, slamming the lid shut after hoisting her too large suitcase to the ground. As the middle-aged man finally stepped out and moved towards her, she waved him off. “Forget it,” she snapped, turning sharply and scowling intensely as a crisp wind hit her in the face.

     

    Of all the places to get trapped overnight, she thought, Detroit! She mused aloud to herself upon entering the hotel, and a blonde at the front desk laughed aloud. “Well, we’re happy to see you too.” Bette froze, momentarily, before raising her eyes in half-apology, broadening slightly to a half smile as she met the woman’s smiling eyes. “Ummsorry?” she said, her voice lilting.

     

    Tina Kennard laughed again, her face shining under the dim light of the reception desk. “No need to apologize,” she said teasingly, “it’s not everyone’s first choice.”

     

    Bette sighed, smiling again, as she noted Tina’s blonde hair falling loosely around her shoulders, her white shirt unbuttoned one too many buttons for what could be considered professional attire.

     

    “Need some help?” Tina asked, repressing another laugh, which for some reason wanted to slip out. The woman was so hot. And so irritated!

     

    Bette stood up straighter, mentally gathering herself. “I do, actually. I have a reservation.” She gave Tina her most charming smile. “I’m sorry, my flight was cancelled, the cab driver talked my ear off, I’m just annoyed and without grace.” She’d started walking towards the desk as she spoke and as she got closer, suddenly noticed Tina’s eyes shining at her in the most flirtatious way. God now I’m imagining the desk clerk wants me, she thought, the ***** cold has gone to my head.

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    1. What a great start! I would love to have met Tina behind a hotel desk when I travelled on busy! Sheesh! Really looking forward to reading more of this! Great start!

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