I felt a jerk as the limo stopped. Slowly, I opened my eyes and pulled away from Justin's kiss that had lasted for what felt like an eternity.
"I think we're here," he said, pulling his jean jacket back on (we'd decided to discard that item during the ride, so I could get a better grip on the ab, pec, or bicep of my choice).
I smiled to myself, and blushed a little, wondering how much more would have happened if we hadn't gotten to the hotel.
I tugged on my dress until it was properly situated on my body.
"Ok, I hope you don't mind, but the fans already know that me and the guys are at this hotel, so we have to use another entrance," Justin said, picking up my purse, and gently placing it into my lap.
"Oh, that's fine." I smiled back at him. "Thanks," I said in regards to my purse.
Justin grinned and reached over me to open to door. While he did this, he leaned in close to me, brushing his lips on mine, and said in a slow, sexy voice, "Anytime, girl."
I smiled and giggled slightly before I felt the driver's hand on mine, rushing me out of the limo. Quickly, Justin got out behind me and took my hand. Two large, black men were instantly beside me and Justin, speed walking us to the small, red, "EXIT" sign above a door into the hotel.
Another man appeared, opened the door, and rushed Justin, then me, inside. The door quickly slammed behind us.
"Wow, that was-"
Justin cut me off, "Come on... this way," he still held my hand, and led me through a corridor, which had an elevator at the end of it.
I glanced over at Justin, who was now wearing a dark pair of sunglasses, and a navy blue baseball hat.
"Damn... I never knew he had it this bad," I thought to myself, knowing how rough fans could get.
Justin pressed the elevator button to go up, and as we heard a few approaching voices, he drew closer to me, keeping his face down and towards me. I looked down at him as an old woman and her middle-aged daughter passed us. I grinned at Justin who was making funny faces at me from under his sunglasses and cap. The elevator door opened and we hopped on.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Justin took off his sunglasses and pressed #22.
"God, I'm sorry about all that crap," Justin said turning me around to face him.
"Its ok... just weird, you know?"
"Yeah... I know. And the thing is, is I still feel horrible cuz I know that there's tons of fans out there now just waiting for a peek and I'm usually willing to give them all hugs and autographs..." Justin slowed down his words, "...but instead... I have you here with me, and I'm not letting ANYONE interrupt this night. I don't care if I have to dress up as a chick to keep from being recognized... Just as long as no one ruins this night," Justin wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me close, touching our noses together.
"Well, PLEASE don't dress up like a chick, cuz that just might ruin my night!" I laughed, letting myself go weak in his embrace.
Justin brushed the back of his hand softly against my cheek and I raised myself up onto my tip-toes, kissing him. Justin's muscular arms became limp, as they searched my back and neck, caressing me with every kiss.
