And that is another one trying to get to the Adonis in the private area. His tally is now at 8, down from yesterday though.
I love watching people, I mean who doesn’t! It’s so interesting and even more interesting as you try and imagine their life from what you can see. Try and put the pieces of their personalities together.
I am most definitely not a Quack of any type, just intrigued by others.
I was finally enjoying this silly conference I was dragged to. A whole week in Sydney listening to a Sales Conference that has absolutely nothing to do with me or my boss but we were made to feel it would be prudent to be present.
Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging around with the Sales Agents as it was always a hoot. You never knew where the conversation was going to go and there was certainly no corporate bullshit or political correctness.
The only problem was trying to help rein them in and make sure they attended their sessions and didn’t OD or break anything, or disgrace the company, of course.
My boss is the Managing Director of Human Resources and I am her trusty Executive Assistant, EA or her trusty lap dog always at her beck and call. This means my job for the next week was to help the Sales Managing Directors EA keep the peace, help the Event Coordinator with everything she needed, still do my job as the EA with monitoring all emails, phone calls, reports, etc, help with my bosses' presentation for the conference and babysit 250 Sales people here to have a good time.
So my normal busy schedule has become a nightmare!
That’s why I am sitting in the corner, a strong alcoholic drink in my hand and my laptop open trying to catch up on everything. All the while, everyone else is once again out or in their room partying or bonking at 9 in the evening even though it is only a Monday night.
Yes as soon as we all arrived on Sunday night they were straight to the nearest night club or hot bar.
At 30 with no boyfriend, no mortgage, no kids and no commitments other than my job and the normal bills, you would think I would be also out enjoying and trying to pick up but I couldn’t think of anything worse!
Instead I am sitting at the Bar Lounge of the hotel we are staying at in a booth at the back. I still changed into jeans and a nice top after dinner so I could relax.
I learned last night not to wear a skirt thanks to a perv that kept trying to look up it every chance he got after I shot down his invitation to join him.
At an Australian size 12, I am a normal size with my long brown hair, that I am terrible at styling, my almost translucent skin, thanks to my heritage, and light blue eyes. I am OK to look at but nothing special.
I will get one or two creeps try their luck when I go out but luckily my best friend is stunning, so I enjoy sitting back and normally don’t have to deal with that much unwanted attention.
This is the second night I have come down here to catch up on emails, reports and updates to my bosses speech and the second night the Adonis has made an appearance.
To the side of the bar is a private area that is roped off with a sheer curtain around it. Both nights the most gorgeous man I have ever seen has come down at 8pm and hid himself there.
He looked in his late twenties to early thirties, at least 6 foot 5, dark brown hair that is short on the sides and perfectly styled on the top, olive complexion giving him a Greek or Italian appearance and, from what I have seen light blue grey eyes. His clothes look expensive and tailor-made even though they seem to only just be able to hold what seems to be a well-toned body.
I have to admit his broad shoulders even make me swoon, let alone his model-like features.
Both times he walks in with about 5 people in toe, the same one goes in with him and the rest stand around, taking up positions around the room. They are obviously body guards.
And right on cue, as soon as he appears so do the gold diggers. The room goes from slow and relaxed to a women’s club. Some show up earlier and prepare themselves, but most appear after.
I enjoyed just watching the first night but couldn’t help myself with doing a tally tonight. I have my notepad out with the tallies at the bottom.
A for Adonis is at 8 women trying to talk their way in.
R is for the guard at the roped off doorway as some women have even gone for him, not sure if it was to get to the Adonis, but hey they still tried to pass numbers.
He was only about 6 foot but built like the hulk with short dark brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin. His tally is at 3.
And I am pretty sure I just saw one woman grab his junk as she whispered in his ear. To his credit, he didn’t flinch or blush, it was amazing to see how he reacted like nothing happened.
B1 and B2 are for the guards pretending to relax at the bar. They are on 4 and 3.
B1 is just over 6 foot probably about 6’ 2 with light brown hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders but a thinner frame than B2. He is definitely a boxer or has been in a fight or 2 in his life as his nose has a kink half way down.
B2 is just a little shorter than B1 from when I saw them walk in. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes and very olive skin. He has a more rougher appearance and a big scar down the side of his face. I definitely did not want to meet him in a dark alleyway!
D is for the guard at the bar lounge doorway. He has been the least lucky tonight with only 1.
He seems to be older than the others in I would say his early 40’s. His dark brown hair slicked back to within an inch of its life and the best fuck you face I have seen which is probably why his tally is only 1 and even then I was wondering if the woman was drunk or a sadist!
And lastly, T is the guard at the table at the back near me pretending to just be here for a drink. He was stuck with 2 women who he couldn’t get rid of so is still just at 2.
T seemed to take lessons from D as his hair also has way too much hair gel in his light brown hair although it could be dark blonde but who would know with that much gel. He was a lot more relaxed with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows showing the dark hair on his arms. His jacket was on the seat next to him as he pretended to be disinterested in everything, but his eyes gave him away.
At the start, I nearly grouped another guy in who sat at the other end in a booth pretending to read the paper. He had sandy blonde hair and a nice tan, but his different outfit did confuse me. Not all black for him. I then realised after an hour he wasn’t with them, he was just watching like me.
All the guards are in all black suits including black shirts. All are well groomed and look like they spend 60 hours a week in the gym. And you cannot mistake the stoic looks on all of their faces.
It has been keeping me well entertained as I finish off the current report.
I wonder if the Adonis and his friend even noticed. They don’t seem to.
His friend is very good looking as well, but with more a beachy vibe. He looked about mid-thirties with dirty blond hair that is messy on the top of his head, brown eyes and amazing high cheekbones like the Adonis.
Seriously, those 2 would have to do modelling in their spare time.
I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips as a group of 3 women tried their luck. They definitely had a game plan, 2 distracted with the third making a run for it into the room.
They had only entered the bar about 10 minutes ago but it was obvious their target.
They were all poured into tight short revealing dresses or top and skirt ensembles that I wouldn’t dare try. All were primped and made up to the nines, their dyed platinum blonde hair perfect and their perfectly manicured nails and toenails shining with jewels in them.
I am not into the whole getting your nails done thing. I let them grow only a little before I file them back or they break off and I file them back to look decent. The last time I had my nails done was when I was a bridesmaid 2 years ago and that was because I had to or my best friend would have ripped my head off. Yeah, she went straight into Bridezilla mode as soon as the organising began. It was comical.
I will admit they looked hot even though they had way too much make-up and fake tan on. I was also trying to decide if the one in the blue had fake boobs or if it was just the top of the dress dipping in a way that made them seem that way. Either way, she was using them to her advantage rubbing them up the arm of the guard.
It worked for a moment until he noticed the rope being moved then they lost the battle. A simple side step of his massive frame and the one in red was cut off.
She got quite angry to start with at being denied, then quickly recovered to try seduction again. Because of that, I still added her name to both A and R’s tallies. The other 2 women I just added to R’s tally even if they were decoys.
I think she offered him everything from money, a blow job, a threesome with her friends to even her first-born daughter. Well, I couldn’t actually hear, but I wouldn’t be surprised as she was not giving up and was giving it everything she had.
He still didn’t budge though.
It was also interesting to watch the others as they kept an eye on the situation as well. B1 and B2 were watching it unfold like hawks. D didn’t care and T was actually quite amused like me but was still watching everyone that entered the doorway past D.
I swear it went on for a good 20 minutes before Red huffed and what were clearly her minions followed her and she stormed out.
The other women in the bar watched as well while still trying to act as poised and seductive as possible in case A and his friend were watching.
Actually, I haven’t given his friend a letter, I will call him F.
By nearly 10 I was done and ready for bed. I started packing up my laptop and only just noticed that my notebook was suddenly pulled away.
“And what is this” came a cold voice with an accent in front of me. I think it’s Italian and I mean proper not second generation yet still have an accent as they speak it at home.
I looked up to see F standing in front of me holding my notepad.
I had no reason to lie so I told him the truth. “It’s a tally of how many women have tried it on with all your friends.”
He raised his eyebrow at me “care to elaborate.”
“Well, it isn’t half obvious who is in your group, and you all arrived together. I have given you each a letter and marked down each time one of you has been hit on, that I have seen at least. A is your friend and obviously the boss. R is for the guy at the rope, B1 and B2 are the guys at the Bar. D is for the guy at the door and T is for the guy at the table over there.”
“Why A?”
“Because he is a very good looking man, so A is for Adonis”. I tried not to blush but probably failed.
“Didn’t I get a letter?” his demeanour had relaxed a bit now and there was almost a smirk on his face. Almost!
“Sorry I grouped you in with A. Apologises if you’re offended. Did you want me to split the tally between you?”
“Why do you think the women were after him?”
“Because they were either looking straight at him or had been trying to get his attention before they tried to get past the Robe guy.”
He looked down at the notepad and ripped out the part with the tallies and walked off without a word.
Oops! I suppose it was kind of obvious that I was watching. Oh well, I think I will just order some drinks to my room tomorrow night and work from there.
I finished putting my stuff away and was about to walk out when F was suddenly in front of me again. This time with a smirk on his face.
“A would like to speak to you. This way” he made sure to exaggerate the A then motioned for me to go to the private area. I really had to hold back the smile when he said A like that.
Oh crap! Who have I offended!
I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded to him and walked towards the room. Rope Guard was quick to move the rope and the curtain out of the way for us.
I could feel the eyes on me from the moment I left my table to when I entered the area.
I kept my back straight and tried not to show how intimidated and uncomfortable I felt.
I certainly didn’t miss the death stares from some of the women, sorry most of the women in the room as they sized me up. There was less now as most had given up, but there was about half left.
Oh, I know they would be wondering how a plain person like me in my cheap Target jeans and top is getting to go into the room. Honestly I would rather not be but I couldn’t really say no. Well, I could, but I didn’t have the guts to.
The area was the same as in the bar with booth seating around the outside, but this time only up the back with 2 tables and a couple of chairs to make it more private.
Walking into the room, I looked over to see the Adonis watching my every move. His eyes were indeed ice blue-grey colour that were mesmerizing. I had to make sure I didn’t stop and stare.
I politely smiled and made my way over to him.
I went straight into corporate mode, balancing my laptop bag on my left shoulder and leaned in with my right hand out to shake.
“Hi, I’m Kate” yep real smooth.
He studied my hand for a second before standing up and shaking my hand.
“Landon” he simply replied coldly before sitting back down motioning for me to take a seat in front of him.
I put my bag down against the chair and sat down.
He pushed the tally towards me and raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Why not? It kept me entertained while I finished my work.”
“What do you do?”
“EA for a Telecommunications company. Here for the week for their Sales Conference.”
“Where are you from?”
“Melbourne. So, where are you from? Your accent is very strong.”
He studied me for a moment “Malta”. He then looked over my shoulder to someone and spoke in what I guess is Italian. “You’re staying in the hotel?” He seemed more relaxed now as he asked this.
“Yes, the company booked and paid for our rooms for the conference”. As soon as I finished replying, a drink appeared beside me and not just any drink but a Bailey’s, which is what I had been drinking before.
I turned to see F “Thank you, that’s very kind. Sorry I didn’t get your name.”
He smirked “Lorenzo” and nodded before walking away. He seemed a lot more relaxed as well. They must have thought I was spying on them or something.
I took a sip. “So I’m guessing you are staying in the hotel as well. Do all the women come and knock on your door or just annoy you down here? You certainly are very popular.” Yep couldn’t help myself.
His eyebrows went up again as he continued to study me before speaking.
I couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. They had a touch of warmness to them now from the cold look before, but he was still very calculated with everything he did and said.
“Everyone knows better than to come to my door.”
“Fair enough” I tried to act unfazed by his short replies as I took a sip of my drink. “I haven’t had a chance to tour Italy, what’s it like?”
“Beautiful. You grew up in the country?” so he is a man of many words.
“I have been told before it’s extremely obvious I didn’t grow up in the city but I didn’t realise you could tell within a few sentences” I couldn’t help the small laugh that fell out of my mouth, I really don’t know how it is that obvious that I’m an old country girl.
We sat in silence for a moment as I thought of what else to ask, as well as I was in a trance looking into his eyes. They held you and made your brain turn into mush.
They were the eyes of a very guarded man, someone who doesn’t trust easily, if not at all and I would take a guess and say someone who has been through a lot of pain.
“You en…” I was cut off by his phone ringing. He looked at who was calling before looking back up at me.
“I have to take this” was all he said before he got up and walked out.
Well I guess that is the end of the conversation then!
I wasn’t going to be the weird desperate woman that waited around to see if he came back, plus I needed some sleep before tomorrow so I got up and grabbed my bag. Rope guard was still there and so was Door guard from what I could see. Lorenzo and the others must have gone with Landon.
Not a name I would have guessed!
Rope Guard moved the curtain and rope for me to leave. I thanked him and wished him a good night as I headed back to my room.
There were still some of the women sitting around, probably still hoping Landon would come back so they could have another go. I smiled and walked out with a “have a good night” to the door guard, who nodded in reply.
Halfway to the elevator, I heard my name being called out. I turned to see 2 of the Melbourne sales staff, Louis and BK, coming towards me.
“Hey drunkards, back so early? Good boys!” I laughed.
“Yeah party pooper BK said we should get some sleep”, Louis slurred as we started to walk together.
“Well it is only a Monday so you can pace yourself just a little, can’t you?”
“You have to come out with us tomorrow night” BK chimed in as he was helping hold Louis still as we waited for the elevator.
“I’ll see how I’m going. Any issues I need to know about?”
“Nah, Frankie picked up this weird looking guy though it was so funny. Don’t know if she is going to show up tomorrow.”
“Great, I will put a reminder on my phone to call her in the morning.”
The elevator got to my floor first so I laughed and bid them a good night.
Louis was half comatose up against the back wall. I know him though, he would still be there bright and early tomorrow, just with a good coffee or 3!