Scene A1.1

Mark Akesson : Jumps over her and takes her in his hands. He
cannot stop smiling, and he touches her lips briefly with his. Only
then he speaks "Welcome back honey. Waiting was hard."

Grace smiles coyly, putting her hand around his waist and
sliding a little lower, "How hard honey?"

Mark Akesson : slaps her hand playfully. "Very." He can't
believe his luck in having meeting the fiery american girl.

Mark Akesson : takes her hand and pulls her to the stairs.
"But since you asked.." He's leading, quite obviously, to the bedroom.

Grace leans back against the kitchen counter.. "Sigh.. hard
work in the hotel today"

Mark Akesson : Hm, I'm sure all the men there leer after you.
*passes his hand on her back, tracing the curve under her waist.* you
could get a better position in my company. I should ask...

Mark Akesson quickens his steps as he runs up to the bedroom.

Mark Akesson pulls Grace by her hand, his heart beating faster.

Grace follows her boyfriend up

Grace: (photo op)

Mark Akesson glances at the bottles, considering to offer her a
drink. But he looks away immediatly, hoping she didnt notice. He wants
her now. "Let's hit the sheets sweetie." He bumps her hip with his.

Grace pretends to not notice the hint, climbing onto the bar
stool and swinging her legs back and forth

Grace: I feel like a martini, " she declares

Mark Akesson : Oh, sure, princess.* reaches over the bar,
settng himself busy. He would rather have something else to do with
her lips, but he's not the kind to refuse a girl a drink. This girl
especially. "The best martini for my princess.."

Grace looks at the collection of bottles, tracing a finger over
the curve of a Absolut

Mark Akesson reaches over and traps her fingers inside his
hand, pressing them on the bottle, then taking them to his mouth for a
kiss. The martini is ready in a few moments. He prepares himself a
whisky, quicker.

Grace talks to Mark as he makes the drink, "That Judy at work
is impossible. She's telling me the boss stories about me again to get
me into trouble! ". She turns the stool around to face him, slapping
the counter with her palm as she leans dangerously forward. "How was
your day honey?"

Grace twirls her hair with her fingers, and sips on her
martini. Soon her cheeks has a warm pink glow

Mark Akesson swallows searching his cleavage with his eyes.
"My day? Sell, buy, make the usual will guess on the turning point.
Nothing extraordinary. But a job that pays for this house." He opens
arms, proud of what he accomplished. "And your colleague.. seems
nasty. Take notes. Could be useful some day. Never trust coworkers.."

Grace: Yeah i don't trust her alright

Mark Akesson : but the boss likes you. I mean likes your work.
That's what is important.

Grace: Yeah he said he might promote me early next year if I
continue to perform

Grace pinches Mark's nose, "And I don't mean it sexually!" *giggles*

Grace: I know what you're thinking

Mark Akesson : He probably does. And he will promote you. But
enough with jobs and bosses... let's just think about us. *moves to
the side of the bed and starts unbuttoning his shirt, staring at her.

Grace sinks into the soft mattress of the bed, holding the stem
of the empty glass, her eyes distant, face slightly moody. She is
thinking of something unpleasant, but dismisses it