With every sweet detail Ben shared with me, my eyes bulged a little more. He’d played it perfectly.
‘You’re fucking amazing!’ I threw my arms around him. ‘Thank you!’
Ben froze and I realised I’d overstepped. We were alone in the lift, so there was no need to have any physical contact. Even though I really, really wanted to.
He’d told Trent that I did something special with my mouth that he loved, and after hearing how much Ben had stuck up for me, I had an overwhelming urge to drop to my knees and thank him properly to make that little white lie become the truth.
Just as I was imagining how it’d feel to slide Ben’s dick in my mouth, the lift doors pinged open.
‘We should…’ Ben pulled away and I realised that I was still clinging onto him.
‘Yeah, sorry,’ I said as we stepped out and headed towards our room. Once we were inside I started fiddling with my nails. ‘How long do you think we should hang around up here? Dinner’s starting soon, and if I’m not at the table on time, Mum will be pissed.’
‘Hmmm.’ Ben scrubbed his jaw. ‘My ego wants to stay up here for an hour so that he doesn’t think I’m a one-minute man, but you’re right. We can’t let our antics get in the way of your brother’s special evening. If Trent asks, I’ll happily say that you were so sexy that I embarrassed myself by coming too quickly, but only after I’d made you come first, of course.’
‘Such a gent,’ I said, wondering if he really did prioritise the woman’s pleasure.
‘Always,’ Ben said. ‘Come on. We’d better get to dinner.’
The dinner actually went smoothly. Thankfully we were seated at opposite ends of the restaurant’s beach area, far away from Trent and Esme (something I’d been sure to check when I was helping to oversee the set-up earlier), so I didn’t have to see them too frequently. But the few times that I did, Trent had a face like thunder. And I’m not gonna lie. Seeing him so pissed off was deeply satisfying.
Ben had continued to charm every single family member that I’d introduced him to, and although there were still some guests at the bar, I’d suggested to Ben that we quit whilst we were ahead and go to our room. I wanted to get a good night’s sleep so that I could be up early in case Adrian needed help with anything in the morning.
Sleep.
As we walked towards our room, I remembered we still had the whole one-bed situation to deal with. Shit.
I opened the room door and we stepped inside.
‘Would you like to use the bathroom first?’ Ben asked.
‘No, you go. You’ll be quicker. I’ve got to take my make-up off and do other stuff.’
‘Got it.’
Ben disappeared into the bathroom, and whilst I got my night clothes out of my case, I stared at the floor. It looked so uncomfortable. Of course it did. It was designed to walk on, not to sleep.
I pulled my pyjama shorts and top out of my case, then winced. These werewaytoo skimpy for Ben to see. I’d packed based on the assumption that I’d have my own room. If I’d known I’d be sharing with Ben, then I would’ve… well, I didn’t know what I would’ve worn. Sexy lingerie would’ve been way too obvious.
Just as I was contemplating whether I should wear a T-shirt to bed instead, Ben strode out of the bathroom in just his boxers.
Lord have mercy.
As if seeing his ridiculously sculptured chest and beefy arms wasn’t enough, my poor eyes (and my weeping vagina) now had to look at his thick thighs and muscular legs.
‘All yours.’ Ben smiled and I wished he was talking about his body rather than the bathroom.
‘Th-thanks,’ I said, trying to drag my eyes away from the gorgeousness in front of me.
I literally darted in the bathroom and whilst I was in there, removing my make-up, getting changed and wrapping my hair in a silk scarf, I reminded myself that this was all supposed to be pretend. I couldn’t keep thinking or fantasising about Ben.
When I came out, Ben was on the floor, wrapped in a blanket and with his head on a cushion from one of the armchairs.
‘I saidI’dtake the floor!’ I stood in front of him, my arms crossed.
Ben’s eyes widened, then I was sure I saw them roam from my bare thighs up to my chest and back again.
‘I…’ he stuttered. ‘No. I told you earlier,I’msleeping on the floor.’
