Lana’s sitting cross-legged on the bed in a hotel bathrobe with a smile on her face, and all my worries melt away in an instant.
“Sorry to have been gone longer than I wanted. The search for red, berry-ish tea proved more complicated than expected. Not a single bag in the building, apparently.”
“That’s okay,” she says, still smiling. “You didn’t have to fuss, Bates. It’s not often I get everything I want, and I’ve done pretty well for myself already this evening. I’ll be fine with water or the grass clippings kind.”
Sadly, I think she means it.
And that bugs the hell out of me.
There’s a knock at the door, and I’m glad I went to the effort I did.
I let in the guy with the room service trolley and tip him handsomely before shooing him away.
“Mmm. This smells amazing,” Lana says, lifting the silver lid from her meal. “I’m so glad they could make a midnight omelet. You didn’t want one?”
I shake my head. Two would have taken longer. “I already ate. You eat up, and I’ll pour your tea.”
Her eyebrows rise in surprise as she watches me fill her teacup with berry tea. “I thought they didn’t have any.”
“They didn’t.” I pour a second cup from the teapot for myself. “But luckily for us, the all-night convenience store down the street did.”
She stares at me as if I’ve grown two heads. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She keeps staring, and it starts to grate on my nerves, because her expression is one of total confusion and disbelief, which seems to confirm the fact that nobody ever fucking looks after her.
“Your dinner’s getting cold,” I point out.
She nods and picks up the plate and some cutlery before looking around for somewhere to sit. The small table is currently home to pieces of a dismantled conveyor gearbox that I’ve taken apart to clean.
“How about breakfast in bed?” I suggest with a smile.
She smiles back and makes herself comfortable among the pillows.
There’s something pretty fucking awesome about her being on my bed when she makes appreciative “yummy” noises. This whole cozy situation is making my dick excited, and I’m sort of surprised it’s keen for action again so soon.
Lana really does something for me. Brains and personality, a sweet face, healthy appetite, generous curves, and her gorgeous little cunt that’s only ever been mine…
“Keep making those sexy as fuck noises, and I might want to ravage you again before you’re done eating,” I say, only half-joking.
“Good, I want you to,” she counters, moving her plate aside.
“I’ll wait till you’re done,” I say, measuring the remainder of her partially eaten omelet with my next glance and sliding the plate back toward her. “What time do you have to leave for your flight tomorrow?”
She covers her mouth and finishes her mouthful while her cheeks flush lightly. “Flight’s at seven, but I like to be early. I have a cab booked for three-thirty.”
My stomach draws tight when I glance at the clock. I have maybe an hour and a half left with her.
It gets difficult to swallow, and I have to clear my throat before I can speak again. “Are you packed?”
“Of course.”
A smile spreads across my lips before I can help it. “Of course,” I repeat, knowing that’s consistent with what I’ve learned about her so far. “You’re an efficient woman.”
“I am,” she agrees before taking a big mouthful and quickly gathering the last of her dinner onto her fork while she chews.
“Don’t rush. Just… enjoy it,” I beg, as her jaw seems to work at double her original pace. “Please? Slow down and make the noises again, so I know you’re enjoying yourself. I like hearing your sounds of appreciation.”
