Departure
Behind the bar, a flushed Adrian hastily wiped off some of the excess cream left on his chest, which glistened with the combination of glucose, alcohol and saliva. Blatant teeth marks around his nipples and abs quickly disappeared as he buttoned up his dress shirt, thinking.
He had heard and seen everything. Frustratingly, the man could gouge no solid reaction from what occurred, especially when he spotted Alexis deliriously reach the bar and proceed to intoxicate herself. Of course, Cameron, ever the one to waste Adrian's opportunities, had taken the liberty of saving her from herself. He watched them both exit with a passive face, yet took interest in Morgan and Alison, who stayed behind, if only for a little while.
Grabbing his suit coat as Morgan left with the summoning of a stepping disc, Adrian walked towards Guardian. "It sucks we had to meet in such unfortunate circumstances, Alison," Adrian said genially, adjusting his cuffs but watching her out of the corner of his eye. That tone of cool certainty that had permeated Adrian's speech patterns earlier was gone. He would not make the same mistake again. And although she had given him a stern ultimatum, he felt that the current situation would give him the necessary leverage to address her without provocation.
"I didn't wanna hurt Cameron King. But he trespassed, Alison. He stole from me the only part of myself that the fans, the paparazzi and the media couldn't touch. He violated my mind, when my only prerogative was to meet you and Ms. Victoria tonight," Adrian said, now turning to regard her frankly with his beautiful brown eyes. Most women would blush.
Adrian didn't expect so much as a skip of her heartbeat.
"I don't really know what he or you are capable of," Adrian stated, grinning ruefully. "And I don't wanna wake the proverbial bear out of its hibernation, but I think, Alison, that you'll find I can be a most useful ally."
Adrian shrugged his broad shoulders, moving like a cat now as he neared her, that finely muscled body shifting smoothly underneath the tailored suit. In a flash, he had pulled out his business card, laying it down on the table near her. "I ain't out to get anyone. Just trying to make a name for myself," he said, laughing lightly and graciously bowing his head as he finished, "Good night."
Adrian turned and walked to the main lobby, his suit coat slung confidently over one shoulder. He was one of the few attendees that had chosen to spend the night and experience the pleasures that The Parthenon had to offer -- most had more extravagant homes nearby but fuck, he was tired, and he just wanted to go to bed.
"Lockhart, Adrian," he said as the concierge greeted him. Ignoring the look of recognition and shock on the man's face, he took his keys and with a quickly muttered "goodbye", entered an elevator that carried him to his room. Stepping out as it stopped at his floor, Adrian felt a vibration in his pocket and took out his cell-phone. A few seconds later, and he interrupted the voice on the other end. "No. Just..just send them to me tomorrow. Yes. Thanks a lot, man. Yeah, you too. Bye."
Adrian closed his cell phone and opened the door with his room key. It didn't take any hesitation for him to simply fall down on the king-sized bed in this suite and fall asleep -- mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted.
What a night.
