“I’m glad to hear you have standards.” I grabbed a bowl of soup. “I’d hate to hear you were open to eat any old pony and donkey.”
“I wouldn’t even think twice about a pony or a donkey. I have very high standards.” She drank some more of her wine and grabbed some sushi.
“Glad to hear it.” I grinned and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I like my riders to be selective.”
“I like my horses to be selective.” She put a whole piece of sushi in her mouth and chewed slowly. “This is so delicious.” She moaned as she swallowed. “Normally I only get Philadelphia Rolls, but that was scrumptious.”
“It’s a Spider Roll.”
“Well, I guess I have a new roll to order when I next get sushi.”
“See how I’m already opening your world up.” I grinned and she rolled her eyes at me again. “I wouldn’t keep doing that. They might stay that way.”
“I’ll take my chances.” She grabbed another piece of sushi, drank some more wine and then yawned. “I don’t know if this was such a good idea. I’m feeling tired again.”
“You’ve got a couple of hours in you yet, I’m sure.”
“To do what?” She leaned back and her t-shirt pressed against her chest, molding itself to her br**sts.
“What would you like to do?” I stood up and put my soup bowl on the table and then turned towards her. “I hope you don’t mind me changing. I was going through the papers up until now.”
“That’s fine.” She nodded and I saw her looking away from me as I started to undo my tie. “I was wondering why you were still dressed up.”
“Yes, now it’s time for me to get comfortable.”
“How much more comfortable do you need to get?”
“Hmm, let me think.” I undid my shirt and then pulled it off, throwing it onto the bed. I saw her staring at my chest and smiled to myself as I flexed my muscles casually. I undid my pants and I saw her face going red.
“What are you doing?” She called out, shocked.
“I’m changing. I just told you that.”
“You can’t change here, in front of me.” She gasped. “That’s craziness. I thought you would go into the bathroom.”
“Why?” I frowned and pulled my pants down and kicked off my shoes before pulling the pants off completely.
“Because I didn’t expect you to be standing in front of me almost naked.” Her voice was soft as she stared at me, standing there in my briefs.
“But the fact is I’m not naked.” I grinned and put my hands on the top of my briefs. “Unless you’d like me to be.”
“Leo Maxwell, stop playing games with me.” She jumped up and walked towards the door. “I’m going to go to my room now.”
“What? Why?” I frowned and stared at her. This was not how I’d foreseen the night going down.
“You’re obviously ready for tomorrow.” She took one last sip of wine and placed the glass on the floor. “I’m not going to spend the rest of the night in the room with you while you try and scandalize me with your body and comments.”
“What comments?” I said innocently as I walked towards her.
“Your horse comments.” She blushed as her eyes fell to my briefs.
“As you can see I’m very much a stallion.” I grinned as I nodded down. I was feeling slightly hard and I know my package was showing her everything I had to offer.
“Good night, Leo.” She quickly opened the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She said hurriedly as she left the room.
“I’ll see you in twenty minutes in my mind.” I laughed behind her.
Chapter Six
Hannah
I sank into my bed and stretched out in the luxurious sheets. I wished I had a bed like this at home. This bed wouldn’t even fit into my room. I buried my face in the pillow and breathed in the smell of downy. An image of an almost naked Leo springs to my mind and I groaned and rolled over. Why did he have to be so sexy? I thought I was going to faint when he’d reached down to take his briefs off. A part of me had been disappointed that he hadn’t. I was curious to see what he was working with. Though, I could believe he was a stallion. I bit down on my lip as I imagined making out with him.
“Hannah! Stop it.” I groaned as I fantasized about him kissing me. “You’re not fifteen.” I lectured myself as I thought about his chiseled chest. He had a six-pack that looked like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
Beep Beep. I frowned as I reached for my phone. Who was texting me?
“What you doing?” It was Leo.
“I’m going to bed.” I typed back immediately.
“Oh wow. Enjoy yourself.”
“What does that mean?”
“Enjoy yourself in bed with thoughts of me.”
“What are you talking about?” I bit down on my lower lip as I got under the sheets.
“You know. :)”
“No, I don’t.”
“I think you do.”
“Whatever. Good night, Leo.” I shook my head and turned the TV on. Beep Beep. Another message came through and I reluctantly reached for my phone to check it. It was a photo of something white.
“What’s this?” I typed confused.
“The stallion. :)”
I gasped and looked at the photo again. He’d taken a photo of the front of his boxer shorts. Pervert.