Independence - Ch 8

Kylee took the car first, knowing it’d be easier to end this shopping trip while at the hotel. She asked the driver to bring her to the closest mall, once there she was confused, “How do I get a ride back?”

‘Just tell me how long you’ll be Ms. Scott and I’ll meet you right back here.” The driver explained a little taken aback by her lack of knowledge on this procedure, her attire definitely made her seem high class.

“Oh I’m running in and running out, it’s been an incredibly long day, I’d say maybe 30 minutes?”

“If that’s the case Ms. Scott I’ll stay on property right over in the empty space of the lot and come back to the door at that time.” The driver told her politely.

“Thank you.” She exited the limo with a mission. Walking into the mall she made quick work of the 10 feet it was to the directory. What luck that that two stores she really needed were on the wing she entered. Someone must be looking out for her today. Immediately she headed to Target to get some essentials, tooth brushes, hairbrushes and the like. Walking down the aisles throwing odds and ends in her basket, even a bag of cookies, after all she remembered Jon’s fetish for them. Every time he’s came to her office he always took a cookie off the tray. Turning to her left she saw the women’s section. Grabbing the necessary socks, she moved to men’s section to get him a pair. One thing she couldn’t handle was stinky feet. Nothing was taking very long, even when she stopped to pick up a pair of tennis shoes; she wasn’t going for high fashion, just comfort. Fifteen hours in her heals was quite enough, she couldn’t wait to take them off tonight.

After paying for her purchases, her watch told her that it had so far taken her all of 10 minutes. She was doing pretty well. The only other store she needed to get to here was Victoria’s Secret. Her guilty pleasure was lingerie. There was something about the girly frilly lace and satin under her buttoned up prissy business suit. ‘I can’t hide the fact if he’s paying for this.’ She mumbled to herself walking into one of her favorite stores. It took her no time at all to find her favorite type of bra and panties. It still shocked her they carried bras in her size, for so long she was stuck with what she called grandma bras; 34D just wasn’t something you could find in any old store, at least sexy ones. Luckily for her she was used to wearing minimizers so her business suits would fit better but tomorrow she planned on going home in a sweatshirt so the girls could relax. She laughed approaching the register, picking up a bottle of perfume on her way.

Returning to the Phoenician, Kylee smiled knowing that with her past she could afford to take herself on any shopping trip she wanted, but it’s nice to do it when someone else is paying. After all it wasn’t her idea to come to California at the spur of the moment. Holding her head high, she walked to the elevator, still in her business suit, everyone in the shop jumps to wait on her.

The look of success and power emanates from her; no one dared question her right to be there or her choices in clothing. Unfortunately because of that it took no time for shopping to become boring being waited on hand and foot. Within 30 minutes, she had enough clothes for this evening and tomorrow for both her and Jon. Walking through the lobby, she noticed the beauty and grand stature of the open room. The three tiered fountains in the lobby was such a subtle reminder to her of the five star accommodations they were in. The Grand Ballroom had the doors closed off to her left but from the marble counters and lush couches littering the room she could only imagine the elegance in the ballroom.

Her manicured hand pushed the button for the elevator as she looked around. Everyone in this place seemed to have a purpose, doesn’t anyone truly vacation anymore. Just to go do something new, see something new. She’d have to ask Jon if he actually has ever been on one. Stepping into the elevator she slid her keycard into the slot allowing the elevator to reach the Presidential Suite.

Opening the door she heard the oddest sound. Nothing. No radio on for background noise. No TV on for the scores, with three men staying here you’d think there’d be some noise. Where was everyone?