Romantic valentine getaway with Fred - a short flash fiction story about a weekend hotel break romance by Rob Hopcott

OMG, thought Angela, as she paid the five-star hotel bill for her romantic valentine getaway in cash. I can't believe I did that. Incredible! What if anybody finds out?

Her long blond hair momentarily fell across her face. She hoped it would hide the blush she could feel rising above the neck of her expensive designer pastel colored suit.

Yet, as Angela walked through the large imposing glass doors of the Dunethorpston Hotel, Surrey, into the bright sunshine, with its scents of exotic flowers and cypress trees that lined the hotel's long winding entrance drive, she couldn't resist thinking back and reliving some of the moments of the perfect valentine hotel break romance that, even now, left her tingling with pleasure.

It had all started so badly on the Friday evening when her lover James had called on her cellphone to say, because of his wife, he could no longer make the valentine weekend they had planned together.

Since Angela had already made excuses to her husband, she was now stuck with the empty, although palatial, bedroom suite with nothing more entertaining than a drinks cabinet and a television for her valentine weekend break.

After the second hour on the Friday evening, boredom had quickly set in.

Fred, the resident entertainment counselor, had immediately responded to her call for information about local weekend break activities.

His entertainment suggestions had quickly become suggestive and the rest was history.

Angela, already cross over being let down, hadn't taken much convincing and Fred, with his jet-black hair, soft-spoken voice, gentle hands and amazing knowledge of almost any subject she could think of, had proved to be a lover to die for. Which was why Angela was still tingling two days later as she left what had turned out to be a very romantic valentine getaway.

The hotel bill, although reasonably priced for such luxury, shocked Angela, but explained much that had puzzled her, including why Fred's answers to her questions had so often been vague.

Lying in his arms, Angela had wanted to know more about his background; where he came from, where he went to school and what his dreams were for his future. His answers had been non-committal. He'd used her questions to discover what she wanted and what he could do to make her happier. It had been a tempting cocktail that Angela, unused to such consideration, found herself, again and again, fully exploiting.

Now, two days later, she had to decide on her future and she doubted whether it would include James, the married man with whom she'd planned to have her valentine hotel romance.

Whether the future included her husband, Angela was unsure. What she did know was that she was definitely going back to the hotel for a weekend break to see Fred again, at the earliest opportunity, and she was going back alone.

The thought filled her full of a strange excitement and abandon she had not felt for years.

OMG, I can't believe I'm thinking like this, she told herself as she spotted a refuse bin.

Angela took one last look at her copy of the hotel bill before shredding and dumping it.

She could take no chance that anybody, including her husband, would see the last entry on the bill or the words printed alongside the item dated this weekend in April 2055.

'48 hours personal entertainment counseling services with FRED (Fully-realistic Robotic Entertainment Device)'

Angela walked to the car port, musing over the weekend's hotel valentine romance that had been so different from her expectations, but which still left her smiling contentedly and tingling all over.

The End

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Bye for now

Rob
(Rob Hopcott - free online science fiction romance author)


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