I cock a brow at her. “Really? Because your jump and yelp tell me otherwise.”
“You are seeing things, Rome.” She tries to move away, but I block her attempt. “Must be your old age.”
“My old age?” She nods, looking at my abs. “My eyes are up here, baby.” I tilt her chin up until our eyes meet.
Not that I do not like her eyes on my body, because I know she likes what she sees.
“I could show you how my old age does not slow me down” —I inch forward, pressing my body against hers— “but we need to talk first before we go any further.”
In a flash, the temperature drops in the room as Nell slides away from me.
“I do not want to hear it, Romeo.” She sighs. “I asked for one thing and you went and broke that rule. I think it is time that I went home.”
“I didn’t break anything.”
“You cannot think much of me if you try and talk your way out of what I saw.”
“She kissed me,” I start. “She came to me saying all this shit about getting back together, and that she knew she made a mistake. I have told you that I will never take her back.” I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.
“Nell, I swear to you, she kissed me. You can ask Ash, he was there with us.”
“He will have you back no matter what.” She goes to speak again but there is a knock on the door.
Moving toward it, she rushes forward, stepping in front of me, then looks over her shoulder.
“You are not answering the door like that.” She waves a finger up and down my body, making me grin.
“You do not want people to see what is yours, huh, baby?”
Scoffing, she reaches for the door. “No, I just do not want anyone to see what an old man you are. It might scare them off with the food and I am hungry.” Her voice is sugary.
The fucking minx. I look forward to spanking that ass of hers when I get her to come around to seeing what actually happened.
Chapter Nineteen
Nell
I close the door after the waiter delivers our room service and holy moly, Romeo was right when he said he ordered a lot of food.
“There is enough here to feed an army; we will not eat it all,” I mutter.
“What we do not eat, I will have delivered to a homeless shelter.” He shrugs, slipping on a pair of black boxer briefs under his towel, which drops at the perfect moment, and I see his cock hanging between his legs.
He has no shame, this man, not that he needs to have any; he is a work of art.
“That is really nice, Romeo.” My voice is thick from emotion. My ex would never have thought of doing something that nice.
“No point letting it go to waste, when someone who desperately needs a meal could eat.”
“You cannot be this sweet, Romeo. I am mad at you,” I huff, pulling the cloche off each plate.
The smells that are coming from the food are out of this world, and it makes my stomach rumble.
Heat hits my back and I shiver, while his hands settle on my hips, and his lips touch my neck.
“I can and I will. Come sit.” He leads me to the bed, so I climb up, watching him walk back and bring plates of food over to me.
“Dig in. I have something to show you.” I frown at his words.
