Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

[ddey333]

Eventually, we finally reached our rooms. I blindly threw bag into my room, hearing the books and folders inside crash with a loud thud against the cupboard, before closing the door and hurriedly walking into Aish's room. It was certainly smaller than I expected for a celebrity, but still considerably larger than mine. It was clearly a room meant for a family, this was the best thing. And the hotel had clearly added a couple of extra luxury amenities to make her feel at home from considerably more expensive furniture to a comically large gift basket. Aish hadn't even touched the gift basket save for a bottle of wine which stood mostly empty beside the basket; I only spotted one glass.

"Make yourself at home Jack. I'll be back in a minute. Just need to freshen up," she said, before adding, "and open up the champagne. I need a drink."

"Yes ma'am."

I sat down on the couch and opened the bottle of champagne and filled two glasses I found in the kitchen (the fact this hotel room even had a kitchen took me by surprise). I drank a large portion my glass to calm my nerves and quickly refilled it so Aishwarya wouldn't notice. I decided I'd try to take it easy on the alcohol. I only just realized I already had several beers down in the hotel bar. But then, so did she. In fact, now that I thought about it, she finished both of her beers remarkably quickly. I didn't know what to make of the fact she brought me up here along with two bottles of expensive champagne.

I was lost in these thoughts when Aishwarya slinked past and sat down on the couch beside me and grabbed her glass. She had taken off her coat and slipped out of her heels. She rested her bare feet against on the table and casually took a sip and turned on the TV without saying a word. Her jeans clung tightly to her legs and her sleeveless blouse showed off her slender arms.

"Aish, that perfume of yours is something else."

"You don't like it?" she said with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Oh no, I love it. You smell so damn good."

She blushed and turned away for a moment taking a large sip of her champagne before replying,

"Something I picked up in Cannes during the film festival. I'm glad you like it."

I looked at her once more; it seems looking at her is all I'm capable of doing around her. She just had this wonderful quality, beyond her fame, which just made her impossible to turn away from. At the moment, all I could think about was how perfect she looked. And I don't mean that to be hyperbole, I mean she actually looked perfect. Everything from her makeup to her hair just seemed that much neater and flawless compared to when we first walked into the room. Was this for my benefit? She noticed I was staring at her and asked,

"What?"

"Nothing, you just look so..." I said before trailing off.

Aishwarya leaned in close to me on the couch and asked in a seductive voice, "Yes?"