Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“It’s better than asshole, isn’t it?” she asks innocently, and pouts. My cock jumps again at those beautiful, full lips.
Too fucking temping. When I slowly lean in, she pulls back with a smile. Teasing me. I grab her by the throat, and her grin widens. I want her. Fuck, do I want her. But I want her to come to me. Sober.
“And I thought you so badly needed to pee?” I ask.
It’s as if she’s just remembered as the urgency sparks again, and she flips me the bird over her shoulder. “Whatever. I owe you one.”
I call out behind her, “See you in the morning, milady.”
“Fuck you,” I hear her say, and I chuckle as I close the door.
I’m certain that whatever she drank tonight, she’ll regret it tomorrow. Or more likely, she’ll regret agreeing to owing me a favor.
I step into the elevator and select my floor. It’s not until the doors open and I step off that I go to grab my key. Except, I realize it’s not in my pocket anymore.
I can’t help the smile that spreads over my lips. That conniving little vixen. She pickpocketed my card. A grand little thief who can’t hold back on her own temptations and part of me already has suspicions as to why. But right now, all I can think about and imagine is her self-satisfied smile in her room.
CHAPTER 13
Alina
My head hurts. A lot.
I groan at the headache pounding in my skull.
Shit, what did I say to Honey and Rya last night?
Oh gosh, I accused them of wanting to traffic me.
I bury my head deeper into my pillow when there’s knocking on my door.
Is that what woke me up?
I bet it’s him again, but this time I welcome the coffee. I fell asleep in my clothes again and don’t even bother finding anything else to change into as I pull the door open.
“You better—” The words die on my lips when I discover room service waiting at the door with a tray.
“Good morning. I have your breakfast order,” he says. I politely smile and step back so he can enter.
I stand to the side as the waiter carries the tray in and begins setting covered plates on the table. Wow, this is definitely better than just coffee, but I don’t recall ordering it.
Maybe I ordered it before I fell asleep?
“How much do I owe you?” I ask.
“It’s all been paid for plus the tip,” he says, then leaves with the tray tucked under his arm.
Okay. I’m not going to say no to free food or caffeine first thing in the morning.
I shut the door behind him and then walk to the table to sit down. Stumble might be more of an accurate word, as I realize I’m still possibly drunk. My head is hazy as I groan in pain.
Eggs, bacon, bread, orange juice, plus a coffee are arranged neatly in front of me. My stomach starts to growl as I pick at a piece of bacon.
I sigh as I recap the night, focusing mostly on seeing Will.
I wonder how I should thank him for breakfast, because I know it was him. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.
Strange. He’s an arrogant, cocky prick, but then he does things such as pulling out my chair, carrying my bags, and ordering me breakfast. I don’t think I’m ready to look further into the fact that perhaps he isn’t that bad of a guy.
Wow, I really am still drunk.
Reaching for my phone, that is almost dead, I call Honey. She answers straight away.
“So, I think I should start by apologizing for last night,” I blurt.
“No need. I had so much fun. And Rya did as well.”
“But the things I said…”
“It’s fine, really. I’d be more skeptical of you if you didn’t question it. How are you doing this morning?”
“I feel a little dead, but I got room service, which I didn’t order. I have a feeling Will ordered it for me. He was waiting for me last night in the lobby when I got back.”
“Was he just?” she says and I can imagine her biting back a smile. I groan as my headache intensifies
“Do you have his number?” I ask. “It’s fine if you don’t want to share it, but I want to thank him for helping me into my room last night,” I say, eating another piece of bacon. “Not in that way!” I quickly snap before she can look into it any further. “I lost my card.”
“If you say so.” She chuckles on the other side of the phone.
My phone dings, and I pull it away from my ear.
“That’s Dawson’s number, he sent it to you,” she explains.
“Thank you.” And I’m grateful that she doesn’t prod me any further about the strangeness of whatever is happening between me and Will.