Biting the bullet

Hazel looked at Pete with cool blue eyes. There was tension there but she was being more candid and open than usual.

"There has to be a room somewhere in the city," Pete insisted. "Let me figure this out."

"I need you here Peter," Hazel stated as she rubbed her temples. "Listen, I didn't want to put undue pressure on this but if this presentation goes south... you know what, this isn't your problem. I have a suite and it has a sofa that you can sleep on." Hazel said almost to herself in annoyance, "this will work, this will give us more time to prepare."

Pete noticed Hazel's shell beginning to show signs of cracks. The type A bitch executive persona was starting to show signs of weakness.

Pete looked Hazel in the eyes and explained, "we can make that work. Hey, is everything okay?"

Hazel composed herself putting her walls back up, "yeah, I'm fine, let's get you settled in and start reviewing."

Pete followed Hazel to the elevator and wasn't disappointed by the view. Her ass in that little black dress was hoisted up by the high heels tightening up everything from her calves up.

Hazel pushed the button for the 20th floor and swiped her door key. Apparently you needed a key to a room on that floor to go to that floor. He thought he recalled reading on their website that there was a private pool for those who had access to that floor only.

The walls of the elevator were floor to ceiling mirrors. There was no avoiding Hazel's model physique in this elevator. The little black dress hugged her body like a glove. A very small glove. Hazel and Pete's eyes met in the mirror and Pete looked away.

Pete broke the silence, "so I'm feeling pretty good about the presentation."

He tried to find somewhere innocuous to look so he looked up. To his surprise and chagrin that too was a mirror. His view was of Hazel's near perfect orbs sitting on her chest. The black straps were doing a bang up job holding them up on display.

"I spoke with Danny from corporate at the bar. He kept buying me drinks. The sick son of a bitch kept trying to look down my blouse," Hazel explain as Pete's eyes snapped down from the ceiling. "He told me that corporate was looking to streamline the teams." She started rubbing her temples again and continued, "if we don't hit our numbers, I have to cut MY team by 25%. They figure I already have the reputation and name to go with it. Why tarnish their valuable leaders earmarked for executive status when they can throw their junior executive bitch under the bus." Pete remained silent and let her vent, "no matter how hard I work, I'm just the one every executive wants to get in the sack. That's why they got me this suite you know. That's why I had Jessica.." she was interrupted as the elevator dinged at their arrival.

Pete realized Danny must have bought her more than one or two drinks.

The view off of the elevator on the 20th floor looked more like the entrance to a new hotel. Instead of a hallway there was a vaulted ceiling with ornate decor and a plush carpet with intricate designs. Interestingly, there were only five doors. Two doors to the left and two doors to the right and presumably the door facing straight would be the private pool.

Hazel led Pete to the door of the suite which had stately double doors. With a swipe of her key card they entered into the room. Pete had never been in a top room suite. He openly gawked at the amenities.

"Did you reserve this room?" Pete asked in awe.

"Nope, those sick bastards did.," she replied with contempt in her voice and hands on her lovely hips. "Welcome to the honeymoon suite."