room. I’m struck silent as I take in the massive suite.
There are no walls, really—instead the room is closed in with floor to ceiling panes of glass that give a breathtaking view of the aquamarine ocean. There’s a dining room, complete with a massive crystal chandelier, and a lounge area with plush couches that invite you to just sink in. The walls are papered in textured gold, and there are huge vases of deep orange roses on every available surface.
A spiral staircase—I kid you not—leads to a small loft that is dominated by a really, really freaking large bed.
My heart begins to pound again. He’s just kinda, sorta said that he’s interested in me, and why, confirming those strange signals that I’ve been picking up for him. And this puts me in far graver danger than I ever was with Henry Thomas. Because he’s booked me through Miss Black, and if he wants sex— oh my God, what if he wants sex? —I’ll have to do it.
And that will pound the final nail into my coffin, sealing me and all the feelings that I shouldn’t be having and that will never come to anything inside for easy disposal.
The door shuts with a soft whoosh behind me, then clicks, sealing us in. I eye the sumptuous looking bed, then Adam. I swallow thickly, backing myself against the cool surface of that door as Adam starts to close the distance between us. His smile is partially amused, but also heavy, needy.
I gulp when he reaches me, braces an arm on either side of my head. Those crazy beautiful eyes of his pin me like a butterfly on a board, and adrenaline pulses through me, bringing with it confusion and desire.
“What... what do you expect from me, Adam?” I know I must look ridiculous, in a T-shirt that pulls tight over my boobs and sags everywhere else, cuffed sweats and heels, quivering with need for a man who has never publicly dated a woman. But with him looking at me like that, like he’ll keep me safe from everyone but him, I feel more desired than I ever have in my life.
He licks his lips, leans in and presses his lips to my ear. The heated wash of his breath over the lobe makes me tremble.
“Now? I expect you to eat.”
Chapter Five
“You like your food, huh?”
I look up from where I’m sitting cross legged on one of the couches, nibbling on a dwindling heap of French fries. Adam is slouched in the chair next to me and is watching with fascination.
For a split second I feel trepidation... I’ve made my way through a giant filet with red wine reduction, a plate of spaghetti, and two pieces of French bread. Miss Black would be absolutely horrified, and I know that if my date with Henry Thomas had gone according to plan, and he’d taken me out for dinner, I would have chosen something more ladylike, like a salad with cut up chicken on top, and would have tried to mind my manners.
But nothing about this situation with Adam is normal. And I’ve never, ever in my life had the chance to eat food like what has come out of the fancy pants kitchen at this even fancier restaurant.
So I push the trepidation away and shrug, picking up another fry. It’s perfectly salted, nicely crispy, and I’m eating it even though my stomach groans, it’s so full. “My normal diet consists mostly of bargain pack ramen noodles. And I’m sure Miss Black told you that you have to feed me.”
Something flickers in his eyes, but it’s gone so quickly that I can’t quite be sure. I wonder for a minute, then resume picking at the fries. I’m full like I can’t ever remember being full before, but I can’t leave them alone.
This is he into me, is he not thing is strangely freeing... I figure there’s no point in being one of those silly girls who plays Ghandi for a date when there’s a fifty percent chance that nothing is going to come of this anyway... and there’s a hundred percent chance that once I’m back home I’ll be eating noodles again.
“You don’t look like the kind of girl who could eat with one of the
There are no walls, really—instead the room is closed in with floor to ceiling panes of glass that give a breathtaking view of the aquamarine ocean. There’s a dining room, complete with a massive crystal chandelier, and a lounge area with plush couches that invite you to just sink in. The walls are papered in textured gold, and there are huge vases of deep orange roses on every available surface.
A spiral staircase—I kid you not—leads to a small loft that is dominated by a really, really freaking large bed.
My heart begins to pound again. He’s just kinda, sorta said that he’s interested in me, and why, confirming those strange signals that I’ve been picking up for him. And this puts me in far graver danger than I ever was with Henry Thomas. Because he’s booked me through Miss Black, and if he wants sex— oh my God, what if he wants sex? —I’ll have to do it.
And that will pound the final nail into my coffin, sealing me and all the feelings that I shouldn’t be having and that will never come to anything inside for easy disposal.
The door shuts with a soft whoosh behind me, then clicks, sealing us in. I eye the sumptuous looking bed, then Adam. I swallow thickly, backing myself against the cool surface of that door as Adam starts to close the distance between us. His smile is partially amused, but also heavy, needy.
I gulp when he reaches me, braces an arm on either side of my head. Those crazy beautiful eyes of his pin me like a butterfly on a board, and adrenaline pulses through me, bringing with it confusion and desire.
“What... what do you expect from me, Adam?” I know I must look ridiculous, in a T-shirt that pulls tight over my boobs and sags everywhere else, cuffed sweats and heels, quivering with need for a man who has never publicly dated a woman. But with him looking at me like that, like he’ll keep me safe from everyone but him, I feel more desired than I ever have in my life.
He licks his lips, leans in and presses his lips to my ear. The heated wash of his breath over the lobe makes me tremble.
“Now? I expect you to eat.”
Chapter Five
“You like your food, huh?”
I look up from where I’m sitting cross legged on one of the couches, nibbling on a dwindling heap of French fries. Adam is slouched in the chair next to me and is watching with fascination.
For a split second I feel trepidation... I’ve made my way through a giant filet with red wine reduction, a plate of spaghetti, and two pieces of French bread. Miss Black would be absolutely horrified, and I know that if my date with Henry Thomas had gone according to plan, and he’d taken me out for dinner, I would have chosen something more ladylike, like a salad with cut up chicken on top, and would have tried to mind my manners.
But nothing about this situation with Adam is normal. And I’ve never, ever in my life had the chance to eat food like what has come out of the fancy pants kitchen at this even fancier restaurant.
So I push the trepidation away and shrug, picking up another fry. It’s perfectly salted, nicely crispy, and I’m eating it even though my stomach groans, it’s so full. “My normal diet consists mostly of bargain pack ramen noodles. And I’m sure Miss Black told you that you have to feed me.”
Something flickers in his eyes, but it’s gone so quickly that I can’t quite be sure. I wonder for a minute, then resume picking at the fries. I’m full like I can’t ever remember being full before, but I can’t leave them alone.
This is he into me, is he not thing is strangely freeing... I figure there’s no point in being one of those silly girls who plays Ghandi for a date when there’s a fifty percent chance that nothing is going to come of this anyway... and there’s a hundred percent chance that once I’m back home I’ll be eating noodles again.
“You don’t look like the kind of girl who could eat with one of the
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