Chapter Two
"Look what I got!"Meredith yelled as she bursted into out apartment at about 6:00 that night. I was sitting on the couch with the TV on and the note in my hand.
I stood up and walked over to her. She was waving the Backstreet Boys' new CD around in the air wildly as if it were some sort of trophy.
I smiled weakly,"Look what I got." I help up the note for her to read.
She looked confused for a minute then giggled,"Yeah baby! Who's the guy? And the Plaza...helluva way to spend the night. I say go for it."
"I have no idea who the guy is. Well it could be one of five guys actually,"I said, looking at her reaction closely.
"Huh? You hooked five guys!"she said, her mouth dropping open. "Where did you meet them? Work? You're not going to spend the night with all of them are you?"
"Merrie, I'm not going to spend then night with any of them. You think I'm actually going to do this?"I asked her in surprise.
She grinned impishly,"You need a good lay. And if they're cute why not? Now tell me, who are these guys?"
"Mere...the Backstreet Boys came to work today,"I said carefully, waiting for her to attack me.
"You're fucking with me right?"she asked, her eyes widening.
"No I'm not,"I replied, taking a cautious step backwards.
"OH MY GOD I hate you! You got me an autograph at least right???"she shrieked, grabbing a hold of the sleeve of my shirt.
I had to laugh. Here was a 23 year old practically hysterical over a boyband,"Yes Merrie, I got you an autograph."
"OH I LOVE YOU!"she yelled, pulling me into a suffocating hug. Then she pushed me away and stared at my face, her blue eyes wide, and I waited for the outburst. "HOLY SHIT! A Backstreet Boy wrote you this???"
I nodded meekly.
"WELL FOR CRISSAKES you're going! You're gonna screw whichever one wrote this and I don't want to hear any more about it."
"MEREDITH!"I yelled in horror. "I am not having a one night stand. I don't care who it is! I don't care if it was Brad Pitt, I'm not going!"
She looked at me like I was stupid,"Hello? How many girls can say they screwed a Backstreet Boy?"
I groaned in frustration,"Probably a shitload. If they left me a note like this just think of how many other women got one just like it. I don't want to end up with some disgusting STD."
"That's why they invented condoms."
"MEREDITH!"
"ANGELA!"she mocked.
"Have fun,"Meredith smirked as I left the apartment that night at 9:30. I felt really, really stupid and couldn't believe I was actually doing this. Meredith had dressed me up in skin tight VERY low jean hip huggers and a tight fitting 3 quarter sleeved top. I felt like a hooker. I told Meredith that too but did she listen? No.
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As I walked into the plaza that night I kept asking myself why I even considered doing this. I couldn't come up with a decent answer. I really don't think there is a decent anwer for having a one night stand. I guess part of it was my curiousity to find out who the note belonged to. I got lost in my thoughts and found myself face to face with bodyguards.
"Um hi,"I stammered. They did a good job intimidating women.
"No one's allowed up unless you're a guest,"one responded gruffly.
"Uh you see, I was the Backstreet Boys' waitress at breakfast and I got this note,"I said stupidly and handed him the note, feeling like a dumbass. I looked at me suspiciously and looked at the note.
"He said he was expecting someone...but this isn't his room,"he replied.
"Well listen. I don't know. I just got the note I didn't write it,"I replied.
"I guess I can take you up,"he said, so I followed him into the elevator and up to their floor. I was oh so pleasantly greeted with more bodyguards as I was led down the posh corridor. He stopped in front of double doors to a suite and knocked.
"Carter you got a visitor,"he said. Carter...which one had that last name?
Nick opened up seconds later, looking edible, I might add. My stomach fluttered and he looked at me confused.
"You're the waitress from the restaurant..."he said slowly. Very astute. "Um..." he looked at the bodyguard.
"Bone came to me saying he was expecting someone but she said you gave her this,"he said, giving Nick the note.
"NO!I don't know who gave me the note. It was left on the table!"I snapped.
"Sorry,"he said sarcastically the turned back to Nick,"It was left on the table." I wanted to hit him. I couldn't have been more embarrassed then at this very moment. But I was wrong.
"Sorry. I didn't write this,I'm gonna kill AJ,"Nick groaned.
"Well then I should be going,"my face turning redder by the second.
"HEY don't go. Do you wanna uh chill for a little bit. It'd be stupid for you to go all the way home,"he said, looking rather embarrassed himself. Oh good, a pity invitation, but I found myself accepting.
"Ok,"I replied and he opened the door wider for me. He looked at the bodyguard and smiled,"Thanks G."
"No problem boss,"he replied and took off down the hall.
I wandered into the suite, wondering how the hell someone could mess it up this bad in such a short amount of time.
"I know it's a little messy,"he told me awkwardly.
"Yeah,"I said faintly. I noticed at Playstation 2 on pause on the TV.
"I'm sorry about this,"he apologized. Ok just make me feel more embarrassed then I already am. "AJ thinks he's really funny sometimes," He rolled his eyes. "He told me I needed a good lay. I had no idea he did this and I don't expect you to do anything. He's annoyin a lot of the time and he does stupid shit like this."
"It's ok I understand,"I replied, sitting hesitantly on the bed. He sat down a good two feet away from me.
"So you uh wanna watch TV or somethin?"he asked.
"Ok,"I replied and watched him as he got up and switched off his Playstation. The boy did have a great ass...
He came back with the remote and sat next to me. He began switching the channels rapidly and I found it really irritating,"I'm sorry about all this again."
I turned away so he wouldn't see my red face,"It's ok. I was just really curious as to who wrote the note. That's why I came."
"You probably think we're all a bunch of perverts with a weird sense of humor,"he smiled.
"Not really,"I shrugged smiling back.
"So um, how old are you?"he asked me, stopping on MTV.
"23, I'm an old lady,"I joked. Truth was I felt it right about now.
"Nah, no you're not,"he grinned.
"What about you?"I asked. God, this guy was gorgeous. I truthfully could do him right now.
"20. I turn 21 in January,"he replied.
I nodded. Not too much of a difference. It's managable,"So where's the guy that wrote me the note?"
"AJ? He's at a club,"he said, turning to face me.
"How come you're not there?"
"Not my scene,"he said and broke out into a grin. "Plus I had to wait for you."
"I'm so embarrassed,"I admitted.
"Don't be,"he told me, putting a comforting hand on my arm, his thumb rubbing small circles on my heated skin. This kid had no idea what he was doing to me. Or maybe he did.
I took a chance with my next question,"Would you ever do something like that? Wrote a random girl a note?"
"I don't know,"he replied and a thoughtful look crossed his face. "It depends."
"Depends?"
"If the girl was someone I wanted bad enough I guess. I don't really like one night stands though. I feel bad and I don't like to be used either,"Nick said and looked down. I knew it was something that had happened before.
"Listen you're sweet and good looking and if a girl wants to use you then she's a fool,"I said softly.
He turned and looked at me and smile creeping on his angelic face. His blue eyes bore into my brown ones,"You really think so?"
I nodded. I felt like I was in a trance,"I really think so..."
I wished he would stop looking at me like that. It was turning me on more then I wanted it to. I couldn't break my gaze though and it didn't look like he was going to break his.
Nick's body shifted closer to mine and all thoughts of watching TV had gone out the window. He rested his hand on top of mine.
"I want to kiss you,"he whispered leaning forward slightly.
"So kiss me,"I murmered. And his lips were covering mine seconds later...
