Alex smiled and leaned against the door frame. "I think we did a photo shoot together," she laughed. "Alexandra Rover," Alex greeted, sticking her hand out, "I work for Danne Photography."
Trent shook her hand. Her grip was very femine and he made his' gentle, but still firm. "I remember, it was about a year ago." He smiled, "I work for Black Photography. I'm Trent Black."
He looked her face over, from her goregous brown hair, to her blueish greenish eyes, and soft looking lips. He tore his eyes back to her own and looked around. "How about we go get some coffee?"
Alex smiled and released his hand. "Sounds good," she laughed softly, putting both hands in her pocket. God! Why's he gotta be soo hot?! She thought angrily. If he was like the other guys it wouldn't be so hard to talk to him! But no! It just had to be Trent!!
Trent smiled and closed the door to his room. "Want to go now, or do you want to get ready." He smiled hooking his thumbs on his belt loops and standing relaxed. She was pretty, no doubt about that. She was quite the beauty, and if he remembered right, she was a hard catch too. He was game for a good chase too.
Alex remembered the huge oil stain on her pants and smiled sheepishly. "Just give me one second." She ran into her room, shutting the door behind her. She quickly changed into a pair of regular denim jeans and a black halter top that tied nehind the the neck. She pulled on a pair of black sandals and walked back out the door.
"Okay," she laughed. She heard Trent laugh and she just smiled.
Trent smiled when she walked out. "Let's go then." He smiled offering her his arm. She took it hesitantly. He started for the elevator. "So how are you doing, Miss Alex?"
"Well, that's good," Alex smiled, "My boss is a little strict so I had to take a break. I just hit the charts with one of my albums and the pressure really hit me recently."
Trent grabbed his shoulder like it hurt. "You pack quite a punch." He laughed, "I'm not always lucky, my sis is a mean boss when she wants to be." He was tempted to grab her hand.
Alex laughed lightly as the elevator doors opened. She walked out, looking around carefully. "What are you doing?" She heard Trent laugh. She straightened and sighed in relief.
"Nothing. I'm quite suprised that there aren't any reporters around. Last hotel I was at last month I got mauled by them." She laughed, walking towards the hotel cafe.
"That's the cool thing about this place. Reporters are held at bay. It isn't until you leave the hotel's small town that they can get to you. They leave it alone pretty much." he smiled following her. "Now this is on me. I insist, so don't aruge." He smiled.
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate. — Sigmund Freud