Angelica stood up quickly, what was he doing here so late? Then she saw that it was barely 6:30, and thought how ridiculous it would look that she was already ready for bed. She put on a pair of jeans, and pulled on her t-shirt that said simply J’aime.
‘Hi Claude,’ she said, smiling at him when she opened the door. She could not ignore, he was good looking. She had noticed that right away, when she checked in. The faulty plumbing had given her a reason to have to talk to him a lot, and he did not seem put out by it.
Claude wore a tool belt around his hips, and she felt lascivious looking at the smear of grease on his white undershirt and jeans.
‘Shower okay?’ he asked.
‘Yeah,’ she answered barely audibly, but she nodded so he smiled.
‘Anything else you need? Anything else you need me to fix?’
Angelica could think of something she wanted him to fix for her, but she shook her head.
‘No, thank you. I am good.’
‘Good,’ he said. ‘Oh, and here.’
The roses took her by surprise, the smell of actual roses contrasted with the artificial rose scent of her body.
‘Now, I don’t want you to think that I went and got you roses…but um, a couple came here and had a fight…She gave me the roses, and I am giving them to you because it is Valentine’s Day and you deserve them more than me.’
‘She gave you roses? I cannot take your roses from you…’
Claude smiled.
‘Naw, a pretty lady deserves pretty roses…’
Angelica smiled at him, and then she saw his eyes riveted over her shoulder and she looked over it. Rose red, she looked at her traveling toolbox on the bed. Feeling exposed, she knew he knew what it was for.
‘You deserve a lot of things…’ Claude practically whispered.
They looked at each other, and Angelica moved back into the room. Claude followed her, and kicked the door closed behind him.
Angelica groaned when he backed her up against the edge of the bed. She fell onto it, her arms swinging up and pushing her massager further up the bed by the pillow. Claude knelt on the bed to take off his tool belt, before he straddled her.
‘Do you want to play?’ He asked, looking down at her.
She rolled onto a rose, that she pulled from underneath her head and looked up at him nodding.
They kissed. Their kisses smelled and tasted like roses because of the close proximity of the bouquet. Her nose was deep in roses when Claude flipped her onto her stomach and used her toy on her. He played with the vibrations, and her body burst in small and large ways as he did. Angelica reached behind her to touch him, and urge him on.
He did not have her heart, but he had the heart of her. He had her core, and he filled her deeply.
And he gave her roses on Valentine’s Day.
