Meet Me at the Hotel Room

Inspired by Hotel Room Service, PitBull

Mature Content!

I want everybody to stop what they're doing. Now if you know you're with somebody you're gonna take the hotel room tonight, make some noise... 

Meet me at the hotel room 

Meet me at the hotel room 

Meet me at the hotel room 

Meet me at the hotel room

Rolling down the windows of his black Ferrari downtown of Miami, Jacob looked around himself and through the dark of night carefully, making sure the streets were clear. It was a dangerous town for a secret agent like himself. Rolling up the windows of his car again, he stepped out, grabbing his leather jacket and locked his care before adjusting his cop styled glasses. Pulling on his jacket, he casually walked up the steps of the huge hotel he was staying at.

Stepping inside the hotel, he instantly spotted the front office and the lady standing behind the desk. He smiled a confident smirk, walking causally through the room and up to the front desk. The whole front office had a modern feel to it. The floors were a hard marble stone, the walls a hard marble white.

Hearing someone stepping into the front office, Bella looked up to the man who had entered the room. She smiled seeing him. He was tall, his skin a dark russet bronze with black cropped hair. He wore a pair of blue jeans, a black leather jacket and dark cop glasses. She couldn't help bite her lower lip and trying to keep her bright smile to herself while she watched him walk up to the front desk slowly and casually.

Jacob couldn't help but notice how this girl was acting the second she looked up to him. He acted coy, acting like he hadn't noticed a thing about her. Her long brown hair hung nicely around her soft face. Her eyes a milk chocolate colour. She was dressed in a low cut V neck blouse with a black blazer over her shoulders.

He took his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling out his company card with his name in gold risen writing. He noticed how she was now acting coy also. He smiled crookedly to her as she took his card slowly from his hand. He spotted her name tag on her blazer. 

"Isabella. Nice name. Now why does that name seem to ring a bell?" he questioned in a light tone, looking away while speaking and leaning against the desk while acting coy again. He knew just who she was. He wondered if she remembered him.

His gaze turned to her from the corner of his eye, seeing a smirk appearing on her lips as she swiped his card while watching him. He knew just by that smirk that she remembered him like it was yesterday. He leant back on the desk, his back to her as he smiled.

"You know its Bella, Jacob Ephraim Black," she said in a heavy tone, looking to him. She knew just who Jacob was. She had known him since she was a baby. But if it wasn't for his company card and his seductive voice, she may not have recognized him. He had changed so much since she last saw him three years ago, when he was just sixteen. He had grown into a man of five foot eleven to six feet tall. He had matured greatly. Even with the thick leather jacket he wore, she could see his muscle tone of both his arms and his torso. She bit her lip again, images of him coming to her mind and taking her out of reality completely.

Jacob turned around, seeing her and her eyes dazed. He smirked smug, knowing what she was thinking of. He saw a photo in a frame beside her hand, next to the keyboard of a young man that he knew. Edward Cullen. 

He rolled his eyes, thinking how much both he and Edward were opposites. He chuckled to himself, thinking and wondering just how much they were different.