“Yeah… it was.”
I hesitate, knowing I should turn right around and head back to the tour bus. But the longer we stand here, the more nervous energy pours off Joseline, like the thought of going up to her hotel room alone is kicking up her anxiety.
Maybe that’s why she was so calm before; she’s kept her feelings locked down tight, undetectable. But her grip on them is slipping, her mask falling.
Before I can stop my stupid fucking mouth from opening, words are falling out of it. “Do you need something to help you sleep?”
Her eyes widen suddenly, snapping to mine. “Excuse me? Are you propositioning me?”
“Wha… no.” I shake my head, wondering what the hell she’s going on about. “No, I just thought… you’re a bit stressed. I can help you sleep.”
She blinks, still looking confused, and tucks a dark strand of hair behind her ear. “With your cock, right? Is that how you plan to help me sleep?”
At the mention of my cock, it twitches, but a different kind of heat crawls up my neck.Embarrassment. That’s definitely not what I was insinuating.
Does she really think I’d ask so casually if I wanted to fuck her? That I wouldn’t at least attempt to woo her first? Is the bar so low with human men thatthatis the expectation?
My eyes drop down her curvy body, roaming over her goddess-like shape, before snapping back up to meet her impatient expression. I might offer to fuck her to sleep, if I didn’t think she’d want to argue the entire time.
Then again, stuffing my fat cock in her mouth to shut her up might not be so bad…
Nope.
I scold myself. Not worth it.
“You know what, nevermind.” I shake my head and turn to walk away. “Forget I asked.”
“Tobias.”
My name catches me off guard.
Every muscle in my body tightens, and I turn to look at Joseline. For the first time, her mask has completely slipped. She's exhausted, the divot between her brows betraying her worry.
“I’m sorry,” she says, poking her tongue out to wet her lips. “I just don’t understand. I didn’t realize that was… an option.”
I linger, watching her, trying to convince myself to turn and walk away. I did what I set out to do, which was get her to the hotel. That was it; my job is finished.
Still, my fucking bleeding black heart hates the chaos of emotions pouring off her, and I want to help soothe them.
Fuck me. I’m going to regret this.
“Only if you want it to be.” I shrug.
“Will it… will it hurt?” She keeps her voice low as her eyes bounce around the street, checking for eavesdroppers.
I shake my head. “No. It’ll be like falling asleep.”
She shifts again, her eyes flicking between me and the front of the hotel. She obviously doesn’t want me to follow her to her room; I doubt she wants to spend another second in my presence. But the prospect of sleep is promising, and I’m the only one around to help.
“Okay,” she finally whispers. “Come on.”
She shoves her way through the turnstile door, and I follow along behind. The lobby is glitzy, everything gleaming with gold accents, and our footsteps against the white tile floor are the only sounds as we head for the elevator. The woman working the front desk doesn’t even glance in our direction.
Awkward silence follows us as we get off on the third floor and head down the hall, and I can’t tell if it’s because of Joseline’s mounting anxiety or my own. I’ve never been alone with a human like this before, and as much as I want to ignore the delicious energy pounding through her system, it’s starting to make my mouth water.
She pulls a keycard out of her back pocket and scans it on the door, pushing it open and stepping aside to let me in.
The room is fairly large, with a king-sized bed, dresser, and small sitting area in the corner. Despite the size, I’m honestly impressed by how many suitcases she managed to fit in here. A few are laying open, clothes spilling out of them and onto the other surfaces in the room. Some are still zipped and tucked against the walls.
