Judas kiss novel Chapter 27

"He didn't take your number or give you his number, what in the Kurt Cobation-" Mila yelled and Della almost hit her with the pillow cases in her my hand. It also made her laugh because?what in the Kurt Cobation?was the was a phrase they made up so Leo wouldn't know they were cursing. Mila was crazy about Nirvana and specifically Kurt Cobain so it was of course her idea to use his name and Della just went along with it.

"Yeah-" Della gave her a lip sided smile.

"You practically went on this awesome thrilling date and he didn't leave his number, that's weird." She said thoughtfully sitting on the King size bed they were done fixing.

"It wasn't a date, Mila. How many times should I tell you that ?" Della blushed. Della was also a tad bit worried that he didn't leave any of his contacts or a way to get a hold of him. She had went back to the same Starbucks throughout the last three days hoping he would be there or something but nothing. She wasn't disappointed, maybe a little bit but it was too good to be true. He was handsome, fun, charming, sarcastic and an absolute gentleman.

"It was. You guys hit it off right there and there." Mila diverted.

"You can't seriously be thinking of seating in here for another hour ?" Della glared at Mila who was slumped on the King size bed, which was meant for guests. She only gave her a small smile. Mila had this habit of seating in the royal suite, avoiding any more duties, using the wifi and pouring herself a glass of bourbon maybe dressing up in the ladies expensive branded clothing.

"Just for a few minutes, I'm tired." She sighed typing on her iPhone 5. "I didn't sleep a wink last night, the club Savanah was just insane." She huffed making herself comfortable on the bed.

"If the guests catch you, I'm not talking to the manager for you." Della said sternly.

"He won't be here right now, you know royal suites are usually occupied by super rich business tycoons and they are never around here at eleven am." She explained.

"Mila!!!" Della grumbled.

"Do you want some?" She said jumping of the bed and going to the small glass coffee table with refreshments for the guests preferably Hennessy. Della immediately shook my head in disbelief.

"Just one." She protested.

"No, Mila. I better get going to the next suite." Della said fixing my grey uniform. It was a flared dress that had buttons at the front and a white collar. Mila always said it looked so good on her like it wasn't even a uniform. It tightened on her hips and made all the guests uncomfortable if they ever brought their husbands or boyfriends.

"I thought just last week this suite was empty." Della said thoughtfully.

"I checked with Masha at the reception just so I could be sure that I can crash here for a few hours." She gulped down her whiskey her face immediately souring. "She said Molinero whatever has booked this suite for a couple of days, i knew then and there. It was some old geyser who is filthy rich and damn right he won't be staying indoors."

Suddenly the door flipped open making Mila panic, her glass went crashing on mahogany floor. A man with a strong built entered dressed in a black suit, followed by a man who was in his sweat pants and a black t-shirt holding a water bottle. He was a sweaty mess and and his back hair sticker on his forehead. He was handsome, Mila thought and She was also in shit ton of trouble.

"Felipé you may wait outside." The man said with authority. The man in a black suit made his way out leaving the two flabbergasted women with Alfredo Molinero.

"Good day sir, we were just fixing your suite seeing as you had went out for a bit." Della was quick to say, she had to say something knowing that Mila was all talk no action. Mila stood there stuck like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"Adela McCarthy ?" Alfredo read slowly on her name tag. She felt nervous, he was intimidating.