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 my head in

"Just one." She protested.

always said it looked so good on her like it wasn't even a uniform. It tightened on her hips and made all the guests uncomfortable if

this suite was

be sure that I can crash here for a few hours." She gulped down her whiskey her face immediately souring. "She said Molinero whatever has booked this suite for

the door flipped open making Mila panic, her glass went crashing on mahogany floor. A man with a strong built entered dressed in a black suit, followed by a man who was in his sweat pants and a black t-shirt

wait outside." The man said with authority. The man in a black suit made his way out

out for a bit." Della was quick to say, she had to say something knowing that Mila

McCarthy ?" Alfredo read slowly on her name tag.

"Yes, sir." She replied.

was looking down finding the mahogany floor

Mila." Della spoke for her friend who was now mute. Mila had never acted like this she was always the

this in his Mexican accent. He sat his

sorry." Mila blurted

?" He said sitting himself

broke the glass." Della said quickly by the looks of things, it

your name?" Alfredo teased