What I really want is to get her back in the bed with me. But there’sno way I can eat gracefully while balancing a plate on my lap, and I don’t want to make a mess for housekeeping to wash. So I get up and head over to the table.
She sets the food in front of me and takes the other chair. “It’s baked cod with a crumbled cracker crust and some balsamic-glazed green beans. I figured you wouldn’t want anything too heavy this late.”
“It looks delicious,” I tell her, picking up the fork to take a bite. The fish is tender and buttery, practically melting in my mouth. “So good. Thank you.”
“No big deal,” she says. Then she laughs. “It’s a good thing Danny was distracted on his phone at the desk. I can’t believe I managed to sneak past him twice.”
“Would you be in trouble for bringing this up to me?” The last thing I want is to get her in trouble.
She shakes her head. “No, of course not. I just don’t feel like having anyone prying into why I was doing it. People here are too nosy.”
“Oh, right.” I should probably be concerned about the staff asking why Addison is coming up to my room as well. But I know Brenden warned everyone to be discreet, and I can’t see anyone from Mayweather violating my privacy by going to the tabloids with gossip.
The only thing I really need to worry about is another guest catching us who doesn’t have the same Mayweather sense of loyalty.
But it’s hard to worry about anything while I’m eating good food after a fantastic orgasm, and the woman who provided me with both is sitting two feet away, smiling at me. It should be awkward that she’s watching me eat, but it’s not. I’m starting to realize she feels a sense of pride in feeding people.
Maybe, more particularly, with people she cares about? I won’t be bold enough to assume she cares about me like that, though. I don’t want to read too much into this. I’m probably not special to her. Even if she makes me feel that way.
When I finish, I thank her again, and now I’m not sure what to do.
She stands, clearing her throat. “I guess I should get going...”
The way she says this, slowly and without making a move toward the door, seems to leave room for me to disagree.
“You shouldn’t have to drive home late after you worked a long day. You could, um, stay. Here. With me.”
It’s flimsy reasoning, because I know the drive to her house is very short, but it feels safer than coming out and telling her how much Iwanther to stay.
She doesn’t let me get away with it, of course.
“Do you want me to stay?” she asks, smiling in that way that makes it easy for me to trust her. To admit what I want.
“Yes.”
Her smile grows as she steps around the table and takes my hand, helping me stand. “Then I will,” she says.
So yeah. I guess we’re really doing this.
Taking in her outfit, I frown. “You can’t sleep in those shorts. I’ll find you something else to wear.”
I rifle through the dresser drawer where I keep my pajamas. Her hips are wider than mine, so I’m afraid most of my shorts will be too small for her. But I snag a pair that’s a little looser and longer on me and hope for the best.
She thanks me when she takes them, and then she stands there a few moments, shifting her weight from one hip to the other. It’s kind of a relief to see her looking less confident all of a sudden. It lets me know that I’m not alone in wondering what this is and what to do now.
Finally, she clears her throat again and says, “I’ll just, uh.” She gestures toward the bathroom, and I nod.
It hits me again that she’s seen me naked, while I haven’t gotten to see her. But I’m certainly not going to demand she undress in front of me so I can check her out.
I go to bed and slip under the covers while she changes behind the closed door. When she comes out and sees me, she smiles. God, those smiles. They do funny things to me. She gets in on the other side of the bed, leaving space between us. I roll over to face her, and she scoots closer, taking my hand and holding it against the mattress.
“Hey,” she says.
I giggle. “Hey.”
She lets go of my hand only to reach out and touch my face, tracing her fingers along my cheekbone. Then she moves in even closer until I can feel her body heat and we’re sharing a pillow. Her kiss is sweet and seems to promise something.
I’m not sure exactly what the promise is, but I know whatever she’s offering me, I want to take it.
