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"Right, like where am I going to find a guy who isn't totally freaked out by me being a celebrity?"
"Who said it had to be a guy?" I said with a smile, poking her in the shoulder to let her know that I was joking, despite the fact that I really wasn't.
"Ha ha, very funny," Natalie said, poking me back as she played off the question. "All set?"
"Yep, follow me,"
We took the elevator up to the 11th floor where my room was. Stepping off, I glanced down the hall and saw nothing there except for a few empty room service trays sitting on the floor. Natalie walked behind me, her small feet barely making a noise on the carpeted floor. I swiped the key through the slot and opened the door, the room dark as I stepped inside.
Flicking on the light switch, the room suddenly lit up and revealed a massive king size bed in the middle of the room, as well as a large tv on a center dresser and the typical table and chairs off by the window and air conditioner. Natalie walked in behind me, shutting the door with a solid thud as she closed it. I stepped further into the room, kicking off my shoes.
"Wow Kirsten, you spare no expense when it comes to rooms do you?" Natalie said, checking out the room.
"Right, and you are a real penny pincher I bet," I countered.
Natalie giggled. "No, I don't suppose I am. But still...that's an awfully big bed for one person,"
I walked over to it and flopped backward, spreading my arms out as I stretched out on it. "I like to stretch out, what can I say,"
Natalie chuckled to herself and then walked over to the mini bar like thing near the door.
"I'll make us some coffee," Natalie said, already at work with the filters and pot.
I propped myself up on the bed, my stocking feet hanging off the edge. "You drink more coffee than anyone I know,"
"I don't drink or smoke. It's my only vice I guess,"
I sat and watched her make the coffee, unable to keep my eyes from admiring her blue jean clad ass. Natalie had a very casual look about her, now that her coat was off. She wore a heavy sweater that didn't do much to accentuate her frame, but still looked incredibly stylish on her. With her cap off as well, I saw that her normally long brown hair was pulled up in a bun on top of her head. She rolled up the sleeves on her sweater as she worked on the coffee, pouring in the instant stuff into the maker and setting it to start. She swayed back and forth and hummed some tune I couldn't pick out to herself as I continued admiring her.
Natalie turned her head back over her shoulder and looked at me with a grin. "What? Why do you keep staring at me?"
"I'm just making sure you aren't trying to poison me or anything," I said slyly.
"Ha! Boy, I could see the headlines now - 'Amidala poisons Mary Jane!' 'I just wanted a part in the sequel,' claims Portman'"
I laughed at her joke as Natalie continued to look at me, a sexy grin on her face. I couldn't watch her anymore, at least without becoming incredibly turned on by even her slightest motions, so I turned back and looked for the remote for the television. Picking it up, I scooted towards the back of the bed. Resting my head against the wall as I looked at the remote for the power button, my ears suddenly perked up as I heard a noise. It sounded kind of like a whirring, at it was coming from the wall. Lifting my head up to look, I saw that the picture over the bed - one of those generic sunset pictures, was slightly crooked. Just above the left corner was a very very small hole in the wall, one that you wouldn't have seen if I hadn't been looking at it from that angle. Eliza's camera.
My heart suddenly started to race at the thought of Natalie seeing the hole or hearing the whirring.