The elevator sounded. I stepped inside and pushed the number twelve.
“But I sure know how to fuck. I’ll be your–”
The singing quickly turned to whistling as the words continued. I reached my designated floor in a matter of seconds.
Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
“Twelve twenty-eight.”
I counted down the numbers as I ambled down the hallway, sure not to pass the room waiting for me. Upon approach, I removed the key card from my handbag and laid it on the keypad. A green light flashed, prompting my entry.
Cool air brushed against my skin. I raised the temperature on the thermostat by four degrees. Satisfied with seventy displayed on the small screen, I scanned the room for my belongings.
A black duffel bag rested on the bed. I sighed with relief. Though I knew it would be here waiting, it was a relief to lay my eyes on it.
Time was of the essence. I unzipped the large compartment and removed the silk bonnet from the bag. It slid onto my head with ease, officiating the start of my transition. The Bluetooth speaker was next to be removed.
I powered it on and connected my cell.
“Do you mean it when you say it. I believe it because you’re my fucking favorite,” Sza sang as I dug deeper into the black duffel.
One by one, I removed the items inside, laying them out neatly on the bed before placing the bag they’d come from on the table behind me.
The suites atThe Balgariawere stunning. Numbering of the guest floors began on the fourth floor. Because the first threefloors were full of amenities, eateries, spas, salons, and shops, every room had at least a partial view of Clarke’s beauty.
At night, the city’s skyline was undefeated. Tonight was no exception. With the curtains drawn and the lights low, I witnessed Clarke’s glow from fifteen stories high.
I peeled my dress from my body and spread it across the bed, sure not to wrinkle or fold it. Next to go were my panties. I replaced them with a black leather thong and garter belt. The matching bra snapped on with ease. Pantyhose slid up my moisturized legs, stopping above my thighs. They clung to the suspenders of my garter belt.
“Definitely not budging.”
I loosened my hair, letting it all flow down my back. It made getting on the full mask a simpler task. I strapped on my accessories one by one. Time was on my side. It wasn’t often it wasn’t.
I’ll be there when I get there. He’ll be waiting.
It wasn’t something I’d surmised without evidence of its truth. Undoubtedly, I knew the person awaiting my arrival wouldn’t budge until he had me in his line of vision. There were rules, and he followed them well.
I pulled the trench coat over my body, concealing the details of my night. My exit from the room was simultaneously swift and slow. Had one blinked, and they would’ve missed me.
A long blink.I clarified, pressing my back against the cold steel of the elevator.
The letter P was bright and red, illuminating the keyboard. I watched closely until the red faded and the doors opened.
Ping.
I pushed my body off the wall of the cart and left the smell of freshly baked goods behind me. I wasn’t sure what scent The Balgaria used on their elevators and hallways, but each had a different fragrance. Yet, they all smelled delicious.
Caramel.
Brulee.
Vanilla.
