Judas kiss

"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.

small glass coffee table with refreshments for the guests preferably Hennessy. Della immediately shook

"Just one." She protested.

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

just last week this suite

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

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

said with authority. The man in a black suit made his way out leaving the two flabbergasted women

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

Alfredo read slowly on her

"Yes, sir." She replied.

Mila who was looking down

Mila had never acted like this she was always the talk

it herself." He smirked, saying this in his Mexican accent. He sat his Fiji water bottle on the

so sorry."

are you sorry ?" He said

Della said quickly by the looks

name?"