BRUSH AWAY THE TEARS.

Harrison Nixon. 34. Computer nerd.

[harrison-nixon]

hallieb-d:

“Yes, I think it is” She nodded, tilting her head as he asked her if she liked any of those flowers. “Well, I like them all, but they’re all for different occasions. You get roses when you’re feeling particularly romantic, or sensual. Daffodils and Daisies? There more every day ‘i was thinking about you and maybe we should brighten the room up’ flowers.” She explained to him, hoping that even if this knowledge wasn’t used on her, Harrison’s next fling wouldn’t be recieving a sexy bouquet of daisies. “My favourite are lillies though.”

“Oh, I haven’t lived there for a while. I moved away for college and never looked back” Hallie half lied as she settled into the back of the very nice car “Well, I definitely wouldn’t have pegged you for a computer nerd. They’re not usually as sexy as you are” She bit her lip momentarily before breaking eye contact and making a point to buckle up.

“I thought flowers were just flowers. I didn’t realize there was a meaning to any of them. I thought they all were just meant as a nice gesture,” he said with a shrug, “But the more you know. I’m going to have to try to remember that. I might need you to write what they all mean down. Except for your favorite flower, I’m going to remember that one.”

“Where’d you go to college?” He asked as he looked at her. “Thank you. That's not the usual response I get,” Harrison said with a chuckle, “It’s a lot of fun, I really love my job.”

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hallieb-d:

“Oh, Harry you flatter me” She faked a giggle and touched his arm again, all classic flirting techniques; giggle, touch, say his name. She really had the charm turned up high for this evening to go in her favour.  “Isn’t it a type of flower as well?”  Step four: make him think he’s smart.

“Sounds very confederate” She chuckled, flicking her hair back slightly, before sighing slightly, deigning to give him some personal information about her. “I’m from the Upper East Side” The elevator doors opened and Hallie stepped out, waiting for Harrison to follow “So, what did a boy from Union, New Jersey  do to afford a suite here?”

He didn’t flatter anyone, really. He wasn’t smooth, or anything of that sort. Maybe if he wasn’t so focused on being successful, maybe he would’ve had more time with working on his game. “Well, you flatter me,” he replied with a smile. “Is it a flower? I only know about roses and daffodils and daisies. Do you like any of those?”

“Confederate? That’s an interesting way of looking at it.” He knew about the Upper East Side, he had an apartment on the Upper West Side. He knew what types of people lived there, but she didn’t seem anything like the people he knew. She seemed more genuine. Then again, they probably wouldn’t have had to break into a hotel room in the first place. “That’s a nice place. I love New York City. There’s so many places to explore, I’m still finding new places when I’m there. Do you miss the city?” He asked as he followed her and led her to his car, making it a point to open the door for her. “He develops new technology, specifically computer systems. I love computers.”

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hallieb-d :

Hallie smiled as she gently touched his arm. The suit he was wearing was nice, expensive. This was definitely going to be a good night. And even if it wasn’t, the food was going to atleast be edible.

“Yeah, I really can’t have any, otherwise my face goes puffy and my throat closes up, it is soo not attractive” She clarified as she leant against the wall of the elevator “Hmm, probably pink, but like a nice baby pink, dusty rose type, not any of that neon stuff.” She explained “What about you, handsome?” She smiled, completely avoiding the second question harrison had asked of her.

“We definitely don’t want that to happen. I’m sure you’re still very beautiful, puffy face and all,” he said with a smile, “Periwinkle. It’s a nice combination of blue and purple.” Harrison knew that she was ignoring his question, maybe he couldn’t keep it as broad as he had. 

“Um, so, where are you from? I’ve from New Jersey, a little town called Union. I hated it there, it just wasn’t my cup of tea.”

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hallieb-d :

Hallie smirked when Harrison told her she was beautiful, then immediately looked embarrassed about it. God, she knew that she could get him hook line and sinker over this dinner and definitely have a place to sleep tonight as well as this meal he was already offering to take her on. Men really would do anything for a hot blionde. “Thank you, handsome” She gave him a wink as she sauntered over to him.

She let out a low chuckle, and touched his arm as he asked about her allergies. “Well, you definitely know how to take care of a girl. I’m allergic to Lemon, and that’s it. As for getting to know me, all you have to do is ask, Harry”

What the heck was he doing? He knew he shouldn’t have offered to go out with a stranger but she seemed desperate. He wasn’t about to let her starve or anything. “You’re welcome.” 

“Lemon? Interesting. We’ll have to tell them to not bring any lemons with our waters.” He proclaimed as they entered the elevator, mainly so he’d remember. “Alright, well, what’s your favorite color? Oh and what’s your background like?” He probably should’ve asked the latter question first.  

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hallieb-d :

hallie almost corrected him; she had tried to leave when he first arrived, but she realised that would make her look more guilty than she actually was. She bit her lip as she noticed him staring at her, clearly checking her out a little bit; yep, she could definitely get what she wanted at this dinner.

“Oh this old thing?” She joked, stepping closer to him. “It’s just something I threw on” She winked up at him, turning her charm up to 100. “Of course it does. Although, we haven’t been formally introduced.” She held out her hand “Hallie Bentham-Davies. I wish Hallie was short for something, but it’s not, so we’re just going to have to stick with Hallie.”

“Well, it looks very very nice.” He emphasized, “You’re uh, you know, very stunning.” Did he just say that out loud? Yes, yes he did. She was just very...very. Very beautiful, stunning, elegant. Just everything. Not that he should be hitting on her or anything since she did break into his suite. 

“Harrison Nixon.” He replied, as he shook it. It definitely helped to know her name. “So Hallie, how about we get going then? I’ll make a reservation on the way.” He suggested as he opened the door. He was still extremely dressed nicely from his meetings, he couldn’t find a reason to change suits. “Is there anything I should know about you? Well, besides the stuff we’ll talk about. What I mean is any allergies or anything. I wanna get to know you, obviously, I just...yeah.” He definitely had a way with words.

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hallieb-d :

“God, you’re trusting” Hallie commented as she continued  getting dressed, realising that she probably shouldn’t point this out to the man-Harrison if she remembered correctly, since he was being a lot nicer than she would have been if she had found a stranger in her hotel room. She pulled on the dress she was wearing earlier, and smoothed it out, letting Harrison know it was safe to turn around.

“So, you catch me breaking into your hotel room, and then you take me out on a date, god why can’t more guys be like you” She joked, attempting to show him that she wasn’t a complete bitch. She could tell just by their short interaction, that he wasn’t the type of guy to enjoy bitchiness, and if she worked this the right way, she would be getting more than just a dinner out of tonight.

“Or maybe I just like to see the best in people,” He replied, not taking what she said to heart. “I feel like if you were going to do something or if you did, you probably would’ve already left.” He said with a shrug as he turned back around.

He stared at her for a moment, realizing just how beautiful he was. “Well, you are dressed for the occasion already.” He pointed out, as he formed a smile. “And I really enjoy company in general. This means you’re going to come, right?”

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hallieb-d :

Hallie grabbed her underwear off the floor and started pulling it up underneath the robe, not wanting to make eye contact with the man “Yeah, just a shower unit, its weird, but its a small apartment” She explained, still struggling to get dressed quickly without stripping in front of this stranger.

She huffed when he asked if she wanted some food too. “Sorry, do I look like a hobo?” She snapped, before thinking for a second, she had broken into this mans hotel room, just to have a bath, she clearly did look like a hobo. “Sorry, I mean, I wouldn’t say no to some food, if you’re offering”

He turned around, realizing that she was pretty much naked and didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. “Well, I’m glad you got your shower in. From what I can tell, you didn’t damage or take anything so thank you. Just let me know when you’re dressed.”

“No, you don’t look like a hobo.” He replied seriously. “I am offering, yes. To, you know, take you out for some real food. There’s this restaurant that I’ve been really wanting to go to, and I always feel like I get way fewer looks when I go with someone else so the offer is definitely on the table. No pun intended.”

[harrison-nixon]

hallieb-d :

Hallie didn’t want to admit that she was getting desperate, but she was getting desperate. Her friend had basically told her that she had a week to find somewhere else to stay or she was going to be on the street. Her bank account was looking seriously unhealthy and even if her parents were in the mood to let her move back in, she did not have air fare to get back home. She had considered getting a proper job, but here she was, 23 and no experience, not even in being a waitress or burger flipper. She had decided to do what any self respecting girl would do, and decided to put on her cutest outfit and sit in the lobby of a hotel, and wait for a rich old man to pick her up.

It had been a few hours, and Hallie had had no luck, that was until she saw somebody leave that she had heard checking in earlier. She could at least probably have a shower and some food up if she managed to break into his room. Getting the key was easy enough, she knew his name and room number, and before she knew it, she found herself in a penthouse suite. This was more like what she was used to. 

Time had gotten away from her when she heard the door open, and suddenly she was looking up at the man who’s minibar food she was stealing, the man whos bed she was sat on, still slightly damp in a hotel robe.

“Please don’t call security” Was her first response, which to be honest, should not have been. “I’m sorry, yes, this is your room, its just I heard you check in downstairs and, well I’m staying at a friends place and she doesnt have a bath, just a shower, and I really wanted a shower, so I told them I was your wife. I’ll leave, please don’t press charges” She rambled, standing up, and collecting her clothes off the floor.

He couldn’t let her just leave. That’d be wrong. That’d be against everything he stood for, but he also didn’t know this girl. She could be trying to steal from him or something, but he also liked to believe the best in people. “I’m not going to call anyone,” He said, as he watched her collect her things. “She doesn’t have a bath?” How could someone not have a bathtub? 

“No harm, no foul. Just wait...before you leave, just wait.” He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say to her, but he didn’t want her to leave just yet. “Do you need food too?” He asked, as he looked at the minibar that obviously had a few things taken from it. 

[harrison-nixon]

He was definitely exhausted from his meeting. It went pretty well, as he was pretty sure they were going to make a deal with him and his company within the next few days. All he wanted to do was sleep now, which is why he went right up to his hotel room after he entered the lobby. After a quick ride up in the elevator, he opened the door to his suite. Well, he was pretty sure it was at least his suite. But there was some girl, no some woman sitting on his bed. 

He stared at her rather confused, unsure of what to even say to the blonde. “Uh, I’m pretty sure this is my room?” It was more of a question than a statement. “I’m just...” Maybe he was imagining that a beautiful woman was in his bed from how tired he was, “I’m just confused. What’s happening?”

@hallieb-d

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