Room 452

His lips whisper across my shoulder, up my neck, and along my jaw. “What is wrong with me?” I breathe out harshly.

Then his lips are crashing to mine. I dig my fingers into his hair. He yanks my leg up around him, and then he presses himself harder against me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I moan when his fingers dig into the side of my ribs.

Suddenly, the elevator shakes, and the lights turn back on. Sawyer steps back slightly, and I slide out from being in between him and the wall “Oh thank fuck.” I say as the elevator moves up the one floor and dings open on my floor.

I turn to Sawyer before I step out. “It’s been real.” Then I quickly walk to my room before anyone finds me out here like this.

“Hey!” He calls out after me, and I hear him following behind me.

“Forget it!” I shout over my shoulder without looking back at him. “Whatever you thought was going to happen is over now.”

I slide my key into the door, but Sawyer boxes me in against it. I turn around and look him in the eye. “Look. I was drunk and horny, and you were the only option. That’s not the case anymore. Goodnight Sawyer.” I push my door open and walk in.

Sawyer grins at me like he thinks I’m spewing utter bullshit, which may or may not be true. “I don’t have my room key. Let me use your phone.”

I take a look at him, still barely clothed, and my smile grows even more. “I don’t think I will.” I shut the door in his face.

He bangs on it a moment later. “Oh c’mon Blake! Let me in. Don’t be like that!” He shouts through the door.

I laugh. “Shouldn’t have told me to shut up. I don’t like that!” I yell back as I giggle.

He knocks again. “Open the damn door, Blake.” He pleads.

I like the sound of him sounding desperate. “What do I get in return?”

He mutters through the door. “Oh I’ll give you something alright.”

I laugh again. “Not interested! Goodnight Sawyer!” I turn off my light so it seems like I’m going to bed.

He knocks again. “Fine. I’ll bring you those little caramel candies that you love.”

I tap my foot and think. “For how long?”

He groans. “A week.”

I peek open the door with the chain still intact. “Make it a month and we have a deal.”

He smirks at me through the door. “You really think it’s a good idea to eat candy for a month straig-.” I slam the door in his face.

He pounds again. “Fuck! Fine! Two months! Let me in, Blake.”

God, I love to hear that man beg. I walk back over to the door and open it up. I turn back around, and Sawyer follows me in. “You’re an evil woman.” He says even though he’s smiling.

I glance over my shoulder. “Why do you suddenly care if the people in the lobby see you in your undies? You didn’t care when you ran out of your room without your key.”

He chuckles. “I don’t wear ‘undies’ Blake, and my blood wasn’t exactly flowing through my brain at that moment if you know what I mean.”

He leans back on his hands on my bed. He hasn’t even bothered buttoning up the shirt I gave back, so his chest is still completely exposed. “Don’t get comfy. Make your call. And for Christ’s sake, can you please button your shirt?”

He rolls over to the desk phone, but before he dials, he looks back at me. “I didn’t see you changing.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Yeah, well, that’s because I still have someone I need to meet.”

He laughs harder like that’s ridiculous. “You really want to try to get with Todd after being with this?” He motions towards his perfectly sculpted body.

“Make your damn call, Sawyer.” I grit out.

He doesn’t make the call. He stands from the bed and walks closer to me. “Maybe you should wait a couple days. You know, bring your expectations back down to reality. I would hate for you to be underwhelmed.”