Ben: Sweetheart?
Sera: LOL
Ben: Honey?
Sera: I’m rolling my eyes.
Sera: How about just Sera?
Ben: Because you’re no longer just Sera to me. You haven’t been JUST Sera to me for quite some time now.
Sera: You make it sound like you’ve known me for ages.
Ben: It feels like I have . . .
Ben: Come on, babe. Just go on a fucking date with me, please?
Sera: I’m still thinking about it.
Ben: You’re killing me here. You know that?
Sera: Sorry.
Ben: We’ve already had our first fight. Had sex, eaten together, gone to bloody body corporate meetings together, work together, travel together and practically live together now too . . . . Date???
I was just about to answer him when another message came through.
Ben: Gotta go. Bye. Talk later. X
I sighed and tossed my phone back onto my bed. Maybe I needed to draw up a pros and cons list as to why I should or shouldn’t date Ben? I was starting to feel like I wasn’t even sure what my reasons for not going out with him were anymore, we were spending so much time together already, what would be different . . . other than the sex and the possibility of love and heartbreak and potential financial ruin from lack of job when stuff fell apart? No big deal!
I needed sleep. We were leaving early the next morning for another location which was half way across the country and the soft bed was calling to me. I climbed in and was just about to close my eyes when a knock on the door interrupted me.
“Room service.”
I climbed out the bed feeling irritated by the disturbance. “I didn’t order room service,” I called out as I walked over to the door and swung it open.
“Are you not Sera De La Haye from room twelve?” he asked.
“Yes, but I didn’t order anything.”
“Well, someone did.” The guy pushed past me wheeling a massive trolley covered in silver cloches.
I walked over to one and opened it.Immediate salivation. A perfect fluffy-looking chocolate mousse stared up at me just waiting to be devoured. I opened the next one, chocolate cake. The next one, some chocolate tart thing, and so it went on until I had opened all six and was met with a chocolate feast.
I looked up at the guy. “How much is all this? I mean, I can’t pay for it.”
He smiled and shook his head, “Compliments of Mr. White.”
“Oh. I see.” The guy left the room and I tried to hold back a smile, even though no one was there to see it. I grabbed a spoon, plunged it into the mousse and scooped up as much as I could before shoveling it into my face. So not lady like! The dopamine in my brain screamed at me in delight and demanded more immediately. I scooped up a piece of cake next, dunking it into the mousse for the hell of it and because no one was there to see me. The sweetness made my mouth tingle. A beep on my phone stopped me from pouring the mousse onto the tart and adding the cake to it. I looked down at my bed.
Ben: Do you still hate me?
Sera: Moderately.
Ben: Come have a drink with me.
Sera: I don’t have drinks with people I moderately hate. ;)
