The young woman smiled politely and began typing into her computer. She couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Azmir. He was tall and very commanding in stature. Even outside of his formal gear his beauty was breathtaking. I could have easily become offended but I was used to it at this stage in the game.
I looked over to the handful of people who walked through the lavish European style lobby, I was curious about their socioeconomic statuses. Affluence didn't reserve an appearance. Speaking of which, I’d suddenly become conscious of my wardrobe. I wore a pair of blue cropped jeans, white T-shirt and leopard Diane Von Furstenberg wedges courtesy of Azmir who forced me to shop at The Grove last week. I had no idea what made me so uncomfortable about him spending money on me but it really did. I loved clothes, shoes, and accessories just as much as the next but I didn't want to take from him more than I gave. Heck—I didn't get to buy his clothes. He had a personal shopper that did that.
The concierge's voice snapped me out of my withdrawn thoughts.
“Yes, Mr. Jacobs, I see we have a superior room and a deluxe suite reserved for you for the next three nights and four days.”
I gasped—I thought quietly, but apparently too loudly because Azmir turned and gave me the most alarming gaze.
“Is there a problem, Ms. Brimm?”
I felt so reduced. I didn't know what to say. He turned completely around to me giving his back to the concierge. Okay, there's a little privacy.
“Ummmmm...no. I...I’m just taking notice of the superfluity that's taking place here. Azmir, I have an idea of how much a standard room and a standard suite costs at this place. It's a pretty penny. I mean, is this all necessary?” I whispered feeling the confidence of a twelve year old.
The sexiest, libido-provoking grin flashes upon his gorgeous face but it's also accompanied by a twinge of annoyance. I braced myself as he turned to the woman who looked perplexed behind the desk and demanded, “A moment, please,” in all of his CEO authority. She quickly backed away from the counter as he turned his attention back to me.
“Ms. Brimm, have you any idea of how hard I work? Do you know how many hours I put into a single day’s work?” He looked at me expectantly. If he wanted an answer I was coming up short today because I had none.
“I work an average of nineteen hours a day. The first few years yielded very little returns but today my time and money works for me. I’ve been a millionaire since the age of twenty...very few know...and I like it that way. My point is I’m paid. I like superfluity—no—I love it. I've earned it and now you’ll have to adjust to it as well. I’m a large man and need space...suites accommodate that. Also, I'm traveling with a woman that I’d like to spoil with superfluity. That isn’t a foreign concept.”
Stunned and extremely flushed—somewhat turned on, I murmured, “Oh, I can understand that but a suite at the local Marriott would've impressed me.”
I was so uncomfortable with this discussion. And it was clear that he was too, but even with all of the frustration in his face he kissed me softly on the forehead, turned back to motion to the concierge and approved the rooms.
A bellhop came to retrieve our luggage as we took the elevator up to our suite after dropping Marcus, our security, off on the floor of his room. The bellhop opened the door to the suite and I was blown away at first sight. The entire place was immaculately decorated. Our suite that had the wonderful 5th Ave and 55th Street view.
As soon as we were inside Azmir headed straight to the bedroom. I wasn’t too far behind him as I silently appraised the suite. It was obvious that he was less intrigued. By the time I entered the bedroom, he began emptying his pockets and asked, “Wanna drink...cocktail?”
He looked so wound up. I knew my questioning him down in the lobby added to his foul mood. He’d been uneasy all day and I didn't understand why, Azmir was far from a moody individual. Around me he was usually so cool and affectionate even. I didn't like seeing him this way. Guilt started kicking me in the butt. I didn't want to ruin this trip for him. It was a big deal, as it should have been.