The Entertainer II

I wasn't prepared for the sight before me. Up until then, the nicest hotel I'd ever stayed in was the one in Santa Barbara. But that one didn't even compare to this room.

The bed, while still a King size, looked enormous to me. The entire wall behind it was covered in flocked burgundy wallpaper, the rose colored comforter making it look like a massive flower in the center of the room. On top of the bed were two white, plush robes and matching slippers sat at the foot of the bed. And just ahead of me, to the right of the bed, stood an iced bucket with a bottle of champagne.

As I stepped inside, I watched Harry walk to the far wall where he opened the coordinating gold flocked curtains to reveal the most extraordinary view of Los Angeles. Then he removed his suit jacket and laid it on a nearby chair. It was then that I noticed the glorious Christmas tree in the corner, all decorated in colors that coordinated with the room.

"Wow," I breathed as I walked forward and dropped my clutch on the chair.

"You like it?" he grinned. "Oh, wait! Look here!"

He opened the door to the bathroom and waved for me. I gasped when I saw it.

"A jacuzzi?"

"Yeah. I reckon that's a bit sexier than the bathtub," Harry smirked.

I covered my mouth, astonished at the entire gesture. Harry took my waist and pulled me to him, his hands sensually crawling up my back. My entire body suddenly felt both hot and cold at the same time. Fever chills erupted down my arms, and I felt light-headed.

"I had fun tonight," Harry murmured, his face so close, his breath touched my lips. "But I'm so glad to finally have you to myself."

His mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss. It was the kind that dropped the floor from underneath my feet and sent my heart soaring. If any kiss ever revealed what he was feeling, it was that one.

"How about some champagne?" he grinned.

I nodded.

I watched Harry walk around the bed and grab the bottle. Tearing off the foil, he somehow managed to pop the cork with such precision, I knew he had to have done it many times before. Then he took two glasses and filled them, holding one out to me.

"What are we toasting this time?" I asked, taking the glass from him.

Harry shrugged. "Tonight? Christmas? Us."

"All of that sounds good."

I lifted my glass and brought it to my lips, the bubbly drink filling my senses. Harry's gaze was locked on me, and I suddenly felt hot again. Turning away, I walked to the window.

"It's really beautiful from up here, isn't it?" I asked.

"Sky..." I heard him say behind me.

"Hmm?"

His arms enfolded me before I even knew he'd walked up behind me. I shut my eyes as I felt his chin on my shoulder.

"Baby..." he murmured in my ear.

"Yes?" I whispered.

"Why do you keep doing this?"

"What am I doing?"

"It's like...every time I try to take a step forward, you retreat. I don't understand."

"I do?"

I heard him sigh before he took the glass of champagne from me, setting in on the nightstand.

"What is this?" he asked. "You walk away from a toast to look out the window? At the party, you just walked off the dance floor after the song I requested. What's going on?"