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Hotel Encounters

Sighing, Kaylee turned to her friend. "God, how long have we been waiting for?"

Danielle sighed, checking the clock on her cell phone. "Almost two and a half hours!" Flinging the stray hairs off of her face, she brushed some of the sweat from her shining forehead. "Damn, he sure enjoys making us wait, eh?"

"Tell me about it."

The two were waiting at Cleveland's posh Ritz-Carlton. Even though it was past ten 'o clock at night, it was still a sweltering eighty-five degrees, and about twenty people were gathered outside of the hotel, standing there in the boiling heat.

Waiting for Justin Timberlake.

Danielle closed her eyes tightly against the humidity. She would kill for some ice right about then…

Kaylee's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Let's go inside and wait by the elevators. You remember before…"

"Good idea…" Danielle thought back to their previous Justin hunts in Cincinnati and Columbus. They had been within a foot of the man himself while waiting for him in front of Columbus's Hyatt hotel.

"Alright Kaylee, let's try it."

Standing up straighter, the two walked past the fans, entering the hotel nonchalantly as if they were guests.

They smiled to themselves as they noticed that the elevators were in a somewhat secluded area. Waltzing over to them, they leaned against the marble wall and looked at each other.

"Well," Kaylee whispered, clearing her throat while looking around a bit nervously. "Now we just wait, I guess."

Danielle nodded, fixing her gaze on the elevators in front of them. Her eyes widened when one of the heavy doors slid smoothly open.

An elderly woman hobbled out.

"Hey, maybe it's Justin in disguise…" Danielle whispered, biting back her laughter.

Kaylee giggled. "I'm sure."

Both pairs of eyes flew back to the elevators when they heard a loud ding. A large man in a jersey emerged, eying the girls suspiciously. Then… There was Justin.

The man practically floated out, looking as if he was God's gift to women.

And knowing it.

Followed by a few more burly security guards, Justin ambled right past Danielle and Kaylee, who were clearly waiting for him. He began making his way toward the hotel entrance.

"Hell no!" Danielle said loudly, not caring when one of Justin's guards turned around and glared at her.

"Justin, get your ass back here now!"

He turned around, watching her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I did not come here and wait for hours to be blown off by you, Mr. Timberlake. This is the fourth time I've seen you, not even including concerts; would it kill you to at least take a picture with me?!?"

Not saying anything, he turned back toward the door, visibly ignoring her.

Kaylee looked like she was about to cry, and Danielle looked utterly enraged.

"Alright Justin, this is it!" She roared, causing everyone within hearing distance, Justin included, to turn and watch her outburst.

"I have been a fan for seven years. In that time, I have spent countless time, energy, and money on you. And this is how you thank me for all those years of dedication and support?!?

"Frankly Justin, you disgust me. You are one horrible bastard. I'm sorry that I was ever a fan, and I hope you rot in hell." Giving him an evil look, she marched across the lobby, Kaylee at her heels, and brushed past him angrily on her way outside.

Justin turned to one of his security guards. "Bring her to me."

The guard looked down at him, puzzled. "But I thought you wanted to go club-"

"Not anymore. Just bring her to me."

The man nodded, watching as Justin headed back toward the elevators.

Danielle spun around as she felt herself being tapped on the shoulder.

"What the hell do you want?!?" She spat at the security guard standing in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but you'll have to come with me. Justin wants to see you."

Danielle looked up at him with an expression of complete amusement on her face. "I could fucking care less about what Justin wants. But fine, I'll go, only because someone other than a tiny part of his practically nonexistent conscious needs to let him know that he is the world's biggest asshole."

She followed the huge guard into the hotel, uncaringly oblivious to the waiting fans' stares. "I'll be back soon, Kaylee." She called over her shoulder, allowing herself to be led to the elevators.

As the elevator doors snapped shut, the guard turned to her. "I have nothing against you, but do you realize what you've gotten yourself into?"

Danielle rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"No, seriously. Justin doesn't let anyone talk to him that way - not even his friends. You're in for it, honey."

She tilted her head back, laughing. "What the hell is he gonna do? Push me up against the wall and scream at me, like he did to that girl a few years ago? I remember that - he got pissed because she yelled "JC's cuter" or something when he wouldn't stop to sign autographs. She had the same name as me, by the way… Interesting."

The security guard chuckled, shaking his large head. "Yes, Danielles do seem to be a fiery bunch. But Justin likes 'em feisty. Turns him on."

She blushed slightly. "Well, he won't be getting anything from me…"

The elevator doors slid open with a clang, and the security guard led Danielle to a room marked "Presidential Suite." He knocked lightly.

After just a couple of seconds, the door flew open, revealing an angry-looking Justin. He nodded to the security guard before motioning Danielle in and locking the door behind them.

Danielle cleared her throat before speaking. "Just to let you know, I came up here out of my own free will. I agreed to see you again for two reasons. One, to let you know that you are the biggest asshole on the face of this earth. And two, to give you this."

She handed him her copy of Justified. "I won't be needing this anymore."

Giving him one last long look of defiance, she turned to leave.

Justin's large hand immediately clamped down on her wrist, causing her to whirl around, surprised. "What the hell are you-"

"Bitch." Justin sneered. "Fucking bitch."

"I wouldn't be talking," she retorted angrily.

Justin glared at her. "No one speaks to me like you've been speaking to me. Not even my best friend."

"Funny, that's exactly what your security guard - or should I say, servant - told me on the elevator ride up here." She paused, yanking her wrist out of his death grip. "And I feel damn sorry for Trace - I don't know how anyone could stand to be around you."

Justin growled. "Take that back."

"No."

"Now."

"Make me."

Her breath was cut short as he rammed her against the wall, pinning her arms above her head.

Danielle's hazel eyes grew wide. "Let me go." She whispered.

He laughed, obviously enjoying watching her squirm.

"God damnit, Justin. Stop it now."

Looking down at her threateningly, he kept his tight grasp on her hands, using his muscled thighs to keep her body pinned against the wall. "You are now totally helpless."

"Go to hell."

He let out a long sigh, still staring at her. "Now, what do you think of me again?" I seemed to have… Forgotten." He leaned down to face her, breathing heavily. "Maybe you could refresh my memory…"

Meeting his stare, Danielle licked her lips sexually. She leaned into him, swaying her hips a bit against his, causing him to draw in his breath sharply.

Noticing how rapid his breathing was becoming, Danielle grinned to herself. Moving even closer to his body, she positioned herself so that her mouth was centimeters away from his ear.

"I THINK YOU ARE THE STUPIDEST, MOST HORRIBLE, SELFISH, DISGUSTING, AND EGOTISTICAL FUCK ON THIS PLANET."

Justin let out a surprised yelp and jumped back, releasing her from his grip as he clutched his ringing ear in agony.

When the pain had subsided, he looked down at Danielle, who had crumpled to a heap on the carpet and was cracking up.

She looked up suddenly, her smile disappearing as she saw the expression on his face. Scrambling to her feet, she bolted for the door, realizing in horror that it was locked and Justin was right behind her.

"Oh shit!" She yelped as he grabbed her.

Justin dragged her across the large suite and into the bedroom, flinging her down onto the soft bed.

Danielle let out a scream as he once again grabbed her wrists, lifting them above her head.

"Justin! Get the fuck off me, bastard!"

"Shut up, ya damn bitch." He shot back, his face contorted with rage.

Clenching her wrists, she stopped fighting for a moment. The two just lied there, staring at each other with a very intense emotion. Hate.

…Or was it passion?

Then he kissed her.

She murmured something inaudible, not making any real attempt to stop his actions.

With each passing second, the kiss grew deeper.

And she let it.

Releasing Danielle's wrists, Justin ran his hands along her neck as she pulled him closer to her.

He suddenly broke the kiss, burying his face in her hair. "I didn't… Catch… Your name…" He moaned against her curls.

"It's Danielle." She replied, her eyes closed. "Now kiss me again."

Laughing, his body shuddered against hers. "Nice to meet you, Danielle. I'm Justin." He stroked her cheek. "And I'd be happy to oblige…"

A sharp rap on the door interrupted their steamy make-out session. "Go away…" Justin moaned, relishing the sensation if Danielle's teeth tugging gently on his bottom lip.

The knocking persisted.

"Fuck." He muttered, pulling himself and Danielle to a sitting position. He grabbed her hand, bringing her with him to the door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your damn horses!" Justin yelled as the knocking continued. Reaching the door, he unlocked it and ripped it open.

"This better be important."

His security guard stood there; the same one who had taken Danielle to him. He was laughing. "I came to make sure you two weren't murdering each other in here." He said. Eying the two's disheveled appearances, he added, "looks like it was a heated argument."

Danielle giggled nervously, frantically trying to adjust her clothing.

Sighing, Justin glared at his security guard with unhidden distaste. "Thanks." He said sarcastically.

The large man frowned. "Justin, I was only trying to h-"

"Look man, just leave me the hell alone. When I want your help, I'll ask you specifically for it!"

His security guard looked down at him, a hurt look crossing his rough features. "Whatever, dude." He mumbled, making his way back down the hallway.

Cursing, Justin shut the door. He glanced over at Danielle, who was sitting comfortably on the overstuffed couch, an annoyed expression on her face. "Damn, what's up his ass?" He wondered out loud, plopping down beside her.

Danielle laughed. "God help this man…"

Justin looked at her, "What the hell did I do this time?"

"You were being a jerk."

He stared at her, his mouth hanging wide open.

"Justin, you can't talk to people like that."

"What do you mean? I do it all the time."

She snorted. "Well, you can't talk to people like that and expect them to like you."

"Plenty of people like me."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Well, yeah… I'm Justin Timberlake."

"Oh gosh…" Danielle leaned back, rubbing her forehead in exasperation. "I'm just not getting through to you…"

"Do you still think I'm an asshole?"

"Frankly, yes."

"But you kissed me."

Her head snapped up. "Correction: you kissed me."

"But you kissed me back." He met her gaze, his dark eyes searching hers.

"Just drop it, Justin." She sighed, breaking their stare.

"So… You're afraid." He said quietly.

"Of what?"

"Of me. Of what happened between us a couple of minutes ago. Of… Your feelings."

She chose not to answer him, fixing her eyes firmly on the pale beige carpet.

"Well…" He prodded.

"Well what?!?" She snapped, still not meeting his eyes.

He smiled to himself, loving that she was so obviously affected by him.

"Danielle, look at me."

She did as she was told, lifting her head up and gazing into those deep, beautiful orbs of his.

He stared at her for a couple of seconds, penetrating her with his intense gaze.

"What are you feeling?"

Suddenly she was on her feet, moving toward the door.

"Danielle, wait! Where are you-"

"Bye, Justin. I'll see you at your concert tomorrow." She mumbled, pulling the heavy door shut behind her.

Listening to her running down the hall, he cursed, smacking his fist against his face. "Damnit Justin, you screw everything up." He moaned in frustration, trudging slowly to the bedroom.

Lying down on the cushy bed, Justin couldn't get himself to stop thinking about her. It didn't help that, just minutes ago, she had been in his arms on this very bed.

Rolling over, he clutched a pillow to his chest and breathed it in deeply, savoring her lingering scent.

He prayed that he would see her again the next day.