"Rosemary, bring through another bottle of Canadian would you?"

I was sat in the backroom of The Ritz Carlton, on the higher levels of the hotel. I didn't have my name on the deeds to the place, but I had it on my payroll, which meant I owned the place. The place was protected by Boardwalk Empire, and that meant holding my meetings here, and business dealings.

Rosemary brought through the bottle, and I poured myself a glass as she leaves. I watched her as she walked out, staring at that lovely ass of hers. I'd definitely be fucking her later on tonight. I had a business meeting later on today with someone who was going to pump some money into the hotel to give it a bit of a face lift. It needed new wallpaper and carpets and I wanted it done ASAP. But that's when someone had just stepped into the backroom where I was sitting, drinking solo.

I didn't know who this person was at first, but it soon turned out I knew who it was.

"Welcome to The Ritz Carlton. How can I help you?"

Whitey slowly walked in, gently eying Jimmy followed by an upward nod. He rotated his figure, slipping off his overcoat placing it on the rack next to himself. He proceeded along, reaching for the bottle of Canadian, pouring himself a glass taking a few swigs. He nodded simultaneously, before shifting his gaze once more upon Jimmy.

"Look's like your cut out here Kiddo, seem to be enjoying the place. It does need a little fixing".

Tammy took pride in the fact that she needed a very minimal amount of luggage when travelling across country. A small suitcase was all she required and it took very little effort to manoeuvre. It was dark and simple, much like her outfit, and presently rested on the steps of the Ritz Carlton while she paid the driver his fee. Following that, she scooped up her belongings and made her way up the steps. 

On entering, she shook her hair out of the band that held it in place and wrapped the accessory around her wrist. She was wearing a heeled shoe with only a slight incline. The girl was not tall and no amount of high heeled could give that illusion.

Pacing calmly towards the check in desk, she placed her bag down once more and waited.

Frank walks in tried followed by several men.  looking at the manager he ask to rent the entire second floor for him and his men and his guest.  and her men just encase they arrive before morning.   He lives a note at the desk for Nikki_Swango it reads.

"Second floor for your men and room 222 for you where I'll be"

Frank walked up to the seconded floor and told his men to have a good nights rest went into his room.  Locking the door and placing his colt 45 on the nightstand next to the bed.  Then he kicks off his shoes and removes his coat hanging it up in the closet.  The walks back over to the bed and slowly lays down.  shaking his he because he forgot to turn off the lights.  He quickly rises and moves to turn off the light when he hears the phone ringing.  He turns the light off and as he turns to head back stubs his toe.  Hopping around cussing like a sailor.  Moving again towards  the bed reaching for the phone but he was to late and after trying to answer it only to hear it was disconnected at the other end.  Frank shakes his head again and lays down for a nice nights rest. 

Nikki struggles to find both the hotel and the room. She's cranky and tired and she hasn't seen Frank in a while, which makes her even more cranky and tired. Finally entering 222, she has less fortune than Frank in doing the simplest tasks. Kicking off her shoes, she promptly trips over them on her way to the bathroom. Setting her purse on the counter there, it knocks the faucet handle on and her bag is immediately drenched in water, soaking her cigarettes, matches, and dollar bills inside. Cursing softly, she turns back into the bedroom and pulls off her holster, which was unsnapped for some reason. The Colt inside slides out and lands on her toe. Holding her breath to keep from yelling, she hops to the bed and shimmies out of her garments, getting tangled in the process. She's about to wake Frank for help when she finally frees herself and lays back on the bed, mildly wondering how she manages to make it through the average day. 

Turning to her right, she smiles at the reason why.

Frank awakens as he feels Nikki getting into the bed he turns towards her.

Hello beautiful, good God I missed you.  How was your day? 

Frank wraps his arm around her and scoots closer to her.  Happy that she is there with him.  He knows that tomorrow he has plans to ensure that she will have a great day.  He's set up everything from breakfast in bed to business deals with men of honor and associates that will supply her business across the country to lunch and dinner.  He's counting on her to just spend the day so he can see her smile. 

"Much better now. I don't enjoy all the things I'm trying to get done until they're over, and I can try to find you," she says leaning in for a kiss. It seemed to her that they were playing the world's largest game of cat and mouse. She thought more than once how much easier things would be if they were in the same crew, or even out of the same district or city, but things were what they were and she just had to accept it and be grateful they'd ever crossed paths in the first place. She simply adored him and couldn't remember anything, prior to Frank sitting next to her that day at the pool, and the Flamingo penthouse was her real home now, despite allegiances and loyalties. 

"Tomorrow's all yours. Just tell me what to do and I'll happily follow you like a puppy," she says quietly, already half asleep as she runs a hand down his arm.

Frank give Nikki a hello and a good night kiss.  He smiles when she tells him that tomorrow she is all his.  Hours pass and in the morning Frank walks in with buttered toast and jelly on the side.  omelets and bacon strips and sausages patties.  Coffee and orange juice and the morning paper.

Morning sweetheart after you eat take a shower and get dressed. 

He presents her with three bags one with horseback riding clothes, the other with a dinner dress black with silver trim.  The third a bag contains a new purse filled cash her cut from a tip for the horse races that he got working at her news stand.

We have some business to attend before our lunch date. 

He gives her a quick kiss as he smiles at her.   

Nikki accepts the food gratefully and over a forkful of fluffy omelet, stares at the horseback riding garb. Horses? In Detroit? She'd never seen any, but guessed that private stables were around somewhere. Picturing Frank on one got her giggling. 

"Anything for you, Frank. I'm wondering, though, if you just want to see me in these extremely tight pants," she teases, delivering a quick kiss before heading into the shower. 

Frank smiles as he has already started picturing Nikki in her tight pants.  He nobs his head in total approval as she gets up to take her shower.  He was already dressed in his riding gear.  His plan is to take her to Belle Isle park to ride horses and have a nice picnic which is where the meeting will be held. 

Nikki your not afraid of horses are you? 

"Me? No," she calls out from the bathroom over the sound of running water. "Should I be? I've never really met one. They seem nice," she says, prattling on about seeing them in picture shows and the occasional parade as a kid. After several minutes, she steps out of the bathroom again, long, wet hair combed back from her face. The blouse is comfortable and white, but the pants...

"These pants, Frank. They don't leave much to the imagination," she says, grinning at him as he stares at her legs. 

Listening to Nikki as she gets ready Frank finds it hard to remove the smile off of his face due to the thought of Nikki in riding pants.

That's true Nikki but I can imagine a lot of wonderful things when it comes to you.  Besides this day is going to be about us.  After the meeting its nothing else but us.  I plan to wine and dine you and spoil you until you say you will.

Frank looks at his watch and nobs because they have plenty of time before the meet.