by J.R. Bowles
CHAPTER 21
Billy glanced down at his watch. John should be out shortly with his girlfriend. There they are, he thought. He had begun to wonder if a cop was going to come along and run him out of the 'no parking' space. He smiled at the look on Morgan's face when John handed her into his truck. She looked more than just a little surprised.
“Hi again,” Billy said as the two of them crowded in.
They chatted about the meal as Billy dodged the various taxis.
“Well, here we are,” Billy said as they pulled up in front of the Castleton. “Morgan, it's been real nice meeting you.”
“Billy,” John interrupted, “I was going to move into the city in a few days, so I thought I might as well check in. Are you able to get off from work next week?”
“I checked with my Chief on the ship, and he said there wouldn't be any problem with me taking some leave.”
“Good, it's settled,” John said. “Why don't we get a couple of rooms here now? It's not like we have to be back on the Island tonight. I can still keep that room on the Island.”
“You're the boss, boss.” Billy said, placing his truck into park.
“That would be a great idea.” Morgan fluttered her eye lids and glanced at her watch. “That way we wouldn't have to end the night so early. It's not even eleven o'clock yet.”
“You get a room, boss. I can go back to the ship tonight and meet you tomorrow. Besides, I don't want to park my truck around here.”
“They have inside parking, Billy, don't worry so much.” John told him. “Wait here, I'll escort Morgan in and get us a couple of rooms.”
In the lobby John turned to Morgan. “You go on up and freshen up. I'll check Billy and me in.”
“I'll be waiting.” Morgan kissed him on the cheek and smiled as he blushed.
John walked over to the clerk. Noting the man's name tag he said, “Hi, Rudy, I would like two rooms, please.”
Rudy looked up perturbed by someone using his name in such a familiar way, but was instantly almost overwhelmed. He first thought he was going to pass out, and then he gave John his warmest smile.
John felt the clerk watching his every move. He didn't know what was going on, but something was happening to him; everywhere he went people seemed to turn and stare. He thought New Yorkers were supposed to be cold and too busy to notice anyone, but the ones he had met today seemed to be going out of their way to be friendly. Almost too friendly, like this clerk―but then John told himself the man just couldn't help the way he was.
When he had first noticed people staring at him, he had checked a mirror to see if he had some food stuck to his face. He couldn't figure it out. He had never been one for the limelight and the attention disconcerted him.
“Could I get a parking ticket also?” John asked Rudy.
“But of course, Mr. Fleuric.” He said reading the registration card.
John arranged for two connecting rooms for him and Billy, and after paying for eight days in advance, he took the parking ticket out to Billy.
As he left the hotel to give the ticket to Billy, he could feel the eyes of everyone he passed on him. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
“Billy here's the parking pass and here's your room key.”
Billy turned the card over, noting the room number and the magnetic strip attached.
“Don't get it close to a magnet or credit card―they tend to demagnetize. My room is next door, you're in 230 and I'm in 232. I'm going on up. After you park, stop in.” John turned and walked, away feeling suddenly tired and weary. He tried to ignore the eyes of the people who stopped and stared. One woman with child in tow stopped directly in front of him. Her jaw dropped open and she acted as if she were trying to speak. Both she and the tot seemed spellbound by his very presence.
What the hell is going on, he thought. This is driving me crazy. Upon entering his room he immediately started a hot shower.
Drying himself, he stood in front of a full-length mirror and stared at his reflection. It was as if he was looking upon a stranger, not himself at all. Although he had always taken care of himself, he seemed in better physical condition than usual–even better than yesterday. His muscles seemed more defined, his face seemed different; but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. He shook his head. He was letting his imagination run away with him.
He tried not to think about what had happened to him last night on the island. That had been one reason he didn’t want to return to the island tonight. He smiled as he thought about the other one. Morgan, so sweet, so sensual. Sensual? Did he think that? He grabbed his cock and squeezed the blood to the tip. “I hope you do more than lie limp tonight,” he said aloud to it.
Shortly after dressing he heard a knock. “Come on in, it’s open.”
Billy dropped into one of the chairs. “Well, boss, how was your date?”
“I had a good time today, but then I expect the rest of the evening to be better. By the way, I’ve unlocked the connecting door there, if you need anything just come on in.” He reached for the phone and dialed Morgan’s room.
“Hi, would you like some company?” he said, into the receiver, then paused. “See you in a few minutes.”
