“That would be great.” Her sleepy little grin had me wanting to scoop her into my arms.
“Well, the bathroom is straight ahead, they have all the fancy little soaps and things in there and I’ll order us some food and drink. Do you have to be anywhere early tomorrow? I’m sorry to say it’s already rather late. I’ll ask the front desk for a wakeup call if you need one. I’m infamous for oversleeping.” Because I spent a lot of time having sex… I certainly couldn’t say but it was the truth.
“No, I’m off the hook for a few days. This was the big fundraiser and I don’t have another function until Thursday. So, the weekend is clear.” She looked at me as if she may have shared too much information.
“Good to hear, perhaps you’d be willing to spend the day with me tomorrow? My schedule is also clear. That way we can draw the blackout curtains and enjoy a nice lie-in.” I winked at her, hoping she knew I’d be seducing at her at some point in the next twenty-four hours.
The suggestion perked her up. “Sounds perfect. Well, I’m off to the shower, then…” I thought for a moment she was going to ask me to join her as she hesitated, but after a brief, awkward pause she continued down the hall to the bathroom without another word.
I wasn’t worried about eventually getting her to agree to have sex with me. I had no doubt that I’d soon have her purring in my arms. So, I let her traipse off to the shower without further conversation and I ordered food she could better handle. There wasn’t much on the late-night room service menu, but I was able to wrestle up some ice cream, a bottle of champagne, strawberries, French fries with various dipping sauces, as well as a cheese pizza. I was unsure of how hungry she might be.
As I waited for her to finish her shower, I dressed in a pair of lounge pants and a soft T-shirt. I usually wore nothing to bed, but again, I wasn’t sure where the night was heading. Usually, when I took a woman to bed, we’d already been at the naked stage. My friends would have left, she’d start smoldering, we’d kiss, and I would’ve gone in for the kill. Avery was proving to be a different sort of woman.
She walked out of her shower smelling fresh and clean as her scent wafted through the air. My cock stirred at the sight of her damp hair and heat-reddened skin peeking through the neckline of the robe. I did little to hide my growing erection—I mean she just took a shower in my hotel room; I was almost positive she was in this for the same reason I was.
“How was your shower?” I asked, casually sitting in the overstuffed armchair.
“The water pressure here is insane. My loft just has a trickle, it’s criminal because you’re always waiting for that pelting hot spray and then it’s like rainwater dripping off the roof.” Wow, she was funny, those were analogies I wouldn’t ever use.
“Pelting hot spray huh? I’ll be sure to mention that in my Yelp review.” The color drained from her face when I repeated her phrasing using a deeply seductive tone.
“Maybe… um… just damn good water pressure.” She backtracked and tightened her robe around her, perhaps fighting a sudden bout of insecurity.
“But I like pelting hot sprays…” I dangled that before her, just as there was a knock at the door. “That’s probably the food, just in time, you smell good enough to eat.”
She panicked for a moment. “What should I do? Should I stay here? Hide?”
“You can go to the bedroom and wait or if you don’t mind being seen in a bathrobe, have a seat. I’m good either way.”
The little vixen took a seat in the chair opposite mine. I loved her. I flashed her a naughty grin and went for the door. The bellman came in with a rolling cart of food and left it with a smile and a thank you, then quickly retreated.
“You don’t have to pay for this?” Avery asked, lifting the white cloth covering the food.
“No, everything is covered, so I don’t have to do anything but enjoy. Let’s see,” I lifted up the cloth and tossed it onto the table. “I hope you’re hungry, I got a lot of things here and none of them have blood in them.” I gave her another devilish grin.
“Oh, thank God,” she sighed. “This looks amazing.” She dove right in and grabbed a strawberry. “I actually didn’t eat anything,” she said demurely nibbling at the tip of the large juicy red berry.
“Well, by all means, eat up. I ordered plenty. May I interest you in a glass of champagne?” Despite the late hour, the shower seemed to have revived her. I wanted to make the most of our evening.