Текст книги "Finding My Prince Charming"

Автор книги: J. S. Cooper

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Chapter 9

“We’re going to go to Giverny.” He stopped by my desk and handed me a credit card. “Make the bookings.”

“What bookings?” I took the card in confusion. “Where’s Giverny?”

“France, of course.”

“Why are we going to France?”

“To see Monet’s gardens and make preparations for the class trip.”

“What class trip?” I repeated, feeling very much like a dummy.

“The one we’re going to plan.”

“But I’ve never heard of a class trip before...”

“Lola, are we going to go back and forth all day?” He frowned. “Please just make the booking.”

“Fine.” I frowned annoyed. “So nice of you to ask politely.”

“I was very polite.”

“What exactly so you want me to book?” I sighed and stared at the black American Express card in my hand. Of course he’d have a black American Express card!

“The trains, the hotels, whatever.” He walked to the door.

“When are we going? And who else is going? Is Sebastian going?” I asked hopefully.

“We’re going this weekend and no, Sebastian is not going.” He paused and looked back at me. “It will just be us.”

“Oh, yay.” I said flatly, though I was actually pretty excited inside.

“I have to go out right now.” He looked at his Rolex and then back at me. “Call me if you have any questions.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, annoyed at myself for being disappointed that he was leaving the office.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He laughed and walked back into the room and toward me desk.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do since this morning.” He grinned and then leaned down to kiss me. His lips were warm and firm against mine and I parted my lips waiting to feel his tongue inside my mouth. His eyes laughed into my disappointed ones as he pulled away from me. “Have a good day, my dear.”

“You too,” I mumbled, too stunned to feel annoyed or snap at him. I watched him walk out of the door and listened to his footsteps as he made his way to the front of the house. I released my breath when I heard the front door close behind him and rested my head on the table and groaned.

“Argh.” I moaned as I lay there feeling sorry for myself. I was so confused and I didn’t know what to think. “This is why you don’t sleep with men the same weekend you meet them,” I muttered to myself as I remembered the feel of his lips against mine. If I sniffed gently, I could also smell his cologne. And if I concentrated really hard, I could still feel the warmth of his palms on my skin as he made love to me. I groaned again as I remembered the feel of him. Why wasn’t he as affected as me? I felt like a bumbling idiot around him, yet he continued to act cool, calm and collected. I suppose it helped that he was a handsome, rich prince and he had the world at his disposal. He could get any girl he wanted with his title alone. Add to that his athletic body, handsome face and sparkling green eyes ... He wasn’t known as one of the most eligible bachelors in Europe for nothing.

I clicked back on the computer screen and brought up the page I had just been reading before he’d walked by and given me his credit card.

* * *

“Have you booked the hotel yet?”

“What hotel?” I frowned at him as he walked back into the room.

“The hotel in Paris.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m doing it now.” I quickly pulled up a website and clicked through without looking properly.

“I expected you to do it as soon as I left.”

“I expected you to be gone for a longer amount of time.”

“Why do you talk back to me, Lola?”

“Why do you treat me like your slave?” I snapped back. Xavier had a way of getting under my skin.

“I don’t think you should throw that word around.” He gave me a solemn frown and I felt very much like he was telling me off. “However, I think I can forgive you if you want to bend over and give me a little show.” His lips twitched and my eyes narrowed.

“Excuse me?”

“For what am I excusing you?”

“You’re a pig.”

“Is that higher up or lower than an ass?” He smirked.

“Can I go now?” I quickly typed in his credit card information and grabbed my bag and stood up. “My boss just told me I have to go on a last-minute trip for work and I’d like to go home and pack.”

“What if your boyfriend decided to take you on a last-minute trip? Would that have been better? Would you have been more excited?”

I stared at him for a moment, not sure if he was asking me to be his girlfriend or what. A feeling of hope surged through me, and I was about to answer when his expression changed to a look of horror.

“Oh shit, I don’t mean if I was your boyfriend and asked you. I just meant if you had a boyfriend and he asked you. General random boyfriend, not me boyfriend.”

“None of your business.” I turned to the table and sorted out some papers so he couldn’t see the embarrassment burning on my face. Trust Xavier to get my hopes up for a minute. Not that I wanted him to be my boyfriend. He’d make an insufferable boyfriend. He was someone I had no interested in dating. Not at all. Not even if he paid me one million dollars. Okay, maybe if he paid me a million dollars. Or even ten thousand. Or even if he didn’t pay me. I sighed inwardly. I was falling for Xavier. I couldn’t help it and I didn’t want to. He was such a pig. But he was so handsome and so funny when he wanted to be.

“So what do you say?” Xavier’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Huh?” I turned around feeling flustered, not knowing what he’d just said.

“I asked if you wanted me to take you shopping, Pretty Woman-style?” He cocked his head and laughed gently.

“Is that meant to be funny?”

“Lola, you do know that I’m joking with you, do you not?”

“I don’t think it’s a joke.” My eyes narrowed. “How many times are you going to suggest I’m a prostitute?”

“I would never even suggest that. High-class escort at worst.”

“I guess you’ve dated a lot of them.”

“One doesn’t date an escort.”

“One doesn’t screw an asshole.” I grabbed my bag and walked to the door. Then I turned around and smiled at him sweetly and continued, “A second time. Smart girls learn from their mistakes.” I walked to the front of the house and out of the door with a smug smile on my face. I pretended to ignore his loud laughter as I walked out. I preferred to believe I’d stuck a knife in where it hurt, even if that wasn’t the case.

* * *

“You’re so lucky.” Anna sat on my bed as she watched my pack. “I wish I was going to France.”

“We can go when I get back.”

“With what money?” She sighed melodramatically and leaned back on my bed. “Why does nothing awesome ever happen to me?”

“Anna, we’re in London. Something awesome has already happened. Plus, if we stop eating out so much, we can definitely go to France. The train tickets weren’t that expensive.”

“Oh, I wish I was going on the Eurotrain.” She sighed again. “And to Paris. Gay Paris, where have you been all my life?”

“I’m going to work.” I rolled my eyes at her as I packed my underwear.

“With your lover, who’s a prince?” Anna sat up on my bed and grabbed the underwear out of the bag. “You cannot take these granny panties. Take some pretty things.”

“First off, we slept together once, that doesn’t make him my lover. Secondly, I’m not taking a thong with me to Paris.”

“You do not want to get down and dirty with a prince in granny panties.” Anna threw them on the floor. “No way am I letting you go to Paris with grey and green striped panties.”

“There’s nothing wrong with them.” I bent down and picked them up.

“There’s nothing right with them either.” She grinned and looked at me. “Okay, fine, answer me this question. If Xavier makes a move on you and sneaks into your bedroom for some midnight fun, what would you say?”

“I would say ‘hell no, it’s time to go.’” I grinned, pleased at my little rhyme.

“Really?” Anna raised an eyebrow at me.

“Well ...” It was my turn to sigh. “I would say that at first, but if he decided not to leave I wouldn’t make him.”

“Exactly.” She grinned. “What if he pushes you down on the bed and rips your PJs off and then he sees your panties. You’d be so embarrassed.”

“That’s not going to happen.” I shook my head, but I did go back to my wardrobe and pull out three black silky thongs.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” She grinned and lay back down on the bed. “This sucks. What am I supposed to do this weekend?”

“Why don’t you hang out with Jason?”

“I wish.” She made a face.

“What about Sebastian?”

“Who?”

“You know, Sebastian that we met at the pub. Xavier’s brother?”

“Oh, him.” She made a face. “He’s not really my cup of tea.”

“But at least he’d be someone to hang out with.”

“I suppose I could hang out with him if he really needed someone to chill with.”

“I don’t think ...”

“Fine, fine, tell him I’m willing to spend time with him on Saturday. He can take me to lunch or something.”

“Anna, I don’t even know if he’s free on Saturday.”

“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll be free.” She jumped off of my bed and laughed. “Okay, I’m going to go and have a Jammie Dodger, want one?”

“No thanks.” I laughed. “You’re addicted to those cookies.”

“You mean ‘biscuits.’” She faked a British accent and we both laughed.

“You’ll be okay this weekend, right?” I gave her a small smile as she left the room and she nodded.

“I’ll be fine.” She smiled back at me. “I’m a big girl. I’ll find something to do.”

“I’ll buy you something nice in France.”

“Just bring me back a hot French man who knows how to French kiss and make pastries.”

“Sure, I’ll bring one for me and one for you.”

“You don’t need one. You have Xavier.”

“Anna, I don’t have anyone, let alone Xavier.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Plus, I don’t want him. He’s an ass.”

“An ass that’s good in bed.”

“Well, he wasn’t that good.”

“So you’d say no to seconds?”

“I don’t know.” I giggled and gave her a quick hug. “I’m going to miss you this weekend.”

“I’ll miss you too, but I expect you to have lots of fun and to tell me all about it. Even the orgasms.”

“Anna!” I exclaimed, shocked, and she just laughed. I sat down on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes. I had no idea why I had agreed to the trip so easily, but I did know that I was excited. I enjoyed spending time with Xavier and I was hopeful that this weekend would see us growing closer. I wanted to get to know the real him. The man behind the mask.

* * *

His View

I hung up the phone with the hotel and grinned to myself. Everything was going according to plan. All I needed to do now was call the press. I groaned as I thought about what I was doing. When did I ever call the press to alert them where I was going to be? But desperate times called for desperate measures. I needed the paparazzi to be there, if my plan was going to work.

“Max,” I spoke into the phone slowly wanting to make sure that he understood exactly what I was going to say.

“Prince Xavier, I wanted to apologize once again about what happened.” He began but I cut him off.

“I need you to get in contact with the press. I’m going to France. I’m staying at a small hotel in Giverny. I need you to make sure the paparazzi are there on Friday night.”

“Prince Xavier?” He sounded shocked. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not out of my mind, Max.” I closed my eyes and Lola’s face appeared. “At least, I don’t think I am.” I groaned.

“So you want me to call the press?”

“Yes.” I paused and took a deep breath. “And I need another favor.”

“Yes, sir?”

“I need you to get someone to barge into the room on Saturday morning. They need to pretend they are room service and they need to have a camera.”

“Sir?”

“Don’t question me, just do it.”

“Yes, Prince Xavier. Anything else?”

“That’s it for now.” I smiled as I hung up the phone. If everything went according to plan, I’d have Lola in Romerius before she knew it. Then I’d finally be able to get her out of my system. All I needed was a week. One week and I could go back to the way my life was before she came into it.

Chapter 10

“So this will be your first time on a train?” Xavier was surprisingly jovial when he picked me up on Saturday morning.

“On the Eurostar, not a train, period.”

“This will be my first time on the Eurostar as well.” He winked at me as we got on and took our seats.

“You’ve never been on the Eurostar before?” I looked at him in surprise.

“Oh, of course I’ve travelled on it before. This will be my first time having sex on it.”

“Sex?” My jaw dropped and I noticed an older lady giving me a disapproving look.

“Don’t advertise it to the world, Lola.” Xavier winked at me as we settled in.

“Advertise what?” I hissed at him.

“That this will be our first time.”

“I’m not having sex on the train with you.”

“Oh?” He leaned over and ran his fingers down my arm. “I thought that’s what we were talking about.”

“You are so inappropriate.” I shook my head at him. “You are my professor and my boss. You should not be making such comments.”

“What comments?”

“Comments suggesting that we’re going to have sex on the train.”

“Don’t you want to?” His fingers moved to my leg and I stilled.

“No, I don’t.” I whispered.

“I’ve always thought it would be an exhilarating experience to make love on a train.”

“Xavier!” I exclaimed loudly as his fingers ran up and down my thigh.

“Relax,” he laughed and pulled his fingers back. “We shall not break our train-ride cherries today.”

“You’re disgusting.” I shook my head at him. “And wildly inappropriate.”

“I’m just a man who likes to have fun.” He smiled at me. “And we’re not in the classroom now.” He winked at me and leaned back in his seat. “I think I’ll have a light nap. Wake me up if you change your mind.”

* * *

“The hotel looks ...” Xavier paused and looked around the lobby of the hotel we’d just entered, “... nice.”

I cringed at his sentence. The hotel looked like a dump and I knew it. The wallpaper was peeling and the floors were dirty and old. This wasn’t the place for a prince, and I wasn’t sure that I would have stayed here either.

“It’s fine, you can say it’s a dump. I can look for somewhere else if you want.” I asked hopefully.

“It’s fine.” He shook his head. “We won’t die from a little shabbiness.” He walked up to the front desk. “I’m here to check into the Presidential Suite.”

“The what, monsieur?” The man behind the desk frowned slightly as he spoke in a heavily accented voice.

“My assistant here booked a suite?”

I bit my lower lip as Xavier spoke to the front desk clerk. To be honest, I hadn’t paid much attention to what I’d been clicking when I’d made the reservation. It had been in French and I hadn’t had time to look at a translator to make sense of what the website had said.

“You made a reservation, right, Lola?” Xavier questioned me and I nodded indignantly.

“Yes, for two rooms.” I handed him the paper I had printed out. He then read it and handed it to the front desk clerk, who nodded. They then spoke rapidly in French, and I didn’t understand the conversation until Xavier said ‘merci.’ I knew that meant ‘thank you.’

“Merci beaucoup.” I beamed at the front desk clerk as Xavier and I left the lobby. I felt proud of my accent, even though that was one of only a couple of phrases I knew in the language.

“Did we get a suite then?” I frowned as I followed Xavier to the elevator.

“No.”

“Why do we have one key for two bedrooms?” I stared at the card in his hands.

“Because we have one bedroom.”

“Oh no, did I get one room with two beds instead of two bedrooms?”

“No.” He stopped outside of the door and looked at me.

“What do you mean no?” I frowned at him as he opened the bedroom door and my jaw dropped as I looked in the room and saw the single bed. And it wasn’t even a king. “You need to go and tell them that we need another room.” I gasped.

“They’re booked for the weekend.”

“They don’t have one extra room?” I looked at him and frowned.

“No.”

“What about another hotel?”

“The whole town is booked this weekend. There is some event.”

“Oh.” I bit my lower lip and looked at the bed again. “What are we going to do?”

“We’ve shared a bed before, Lola. Tell me you’re not scared of me?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re innocent.”

“I’m the big bad wolf?” He grinned, his teeth showing and making me shiver.

“You could be.”

“Are you a piggy or a girl in a red hood?”

“Which one would be safer with you?” I whispered.

“Neither.” His eyes laughed at me and he put his bag down. “Come now, Lola. We’re here to work. I shall not touch you, if you do not wish me to.”

“I don’t wish or want you to touch me.”

“That’s fine then.” He bowed his head. “Shall we go and look for some food? I’m feeling quite hungry.”

“Sounds good to me.” I replied as my stomach growled. “I’m really hungry.”

“What would you like? Escargot? Frog legs? Caviar?”

“Um, a steak would do fine.” I paused as I tried to think of my French. “Le beouf?”

“Boeuf?” He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.

“You know what I mean. A big fat juicy steak.” I grabbed the door handle and opened it. “With pomme frites.”

“Yes, Lola. I’ll find you a nice piece of meat to chew on.” His voice was light as he followed me and I looked at him to see if he was teasing me. I tried to ignore the excitement roaring in my stomach at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him. It would be delicious and it would be hard to keep my hands off of him. I really hoped that he didn’t sleep naked. Oh my God! What would I do if he slept in the nude? What if I felt him next to me? Would I be able to say no? I could still remember that it had felt like the first time we’d made love. It had been so passionate and intense. I could still remember what he felt like inside if me if I closed my eyes and concentrated hard. I let out a small sigh as I realized that I was in trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier’s hands caressed my back and I froze.

“Nothing. Why?”

“You look troubled.”

“I’m fine.”

“Good, good.” He grabbed my hand and escorted me through the lobby of the hotel. “Tonight we shall eat and drink, and then tomorrow we shall go to Monet’s gardens.”

“Then what?”

“Then we can go to Mont St. Michel.”

“What’s that?”

“An old abbey.” He grinned. “I think you would like it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you seem to be a girl that appreciates history and things of beauty.”

“Oh, thanks.” I answered slightly breathlessly, touched by his seemingly kind comments.

“Now let’s eat.”

“Mange.” I grinned at him and he laughed.

* * *

“Dinner was so delicious.” I grinned at him as we made our way back to the hotel.

“You seemed to enjoy the wine as well.” He held onto my arm tightly.

“It was superb.” I giggled, feeling slightly drunk in the night air.

“You should not have drunk so much.” He frowned as he escorted me to the hotel.

“Why?” I hiccupped. “I feel good.”

“I just don’t think—” His words were cut off by a crowd of photographers who started screaming as soon as we made our way to the entrance of the hotel. I looked up in a daze as lights started flashing in my face.

“Crown Prince Van Romerius, who is your companion?”

“Xavier, are you now engaged?”

“Prince, does your mother know you are dating a commoner?”

“Xavier, what are your intentions with this lady?”

The men kept shouting and flashing bright lights at us and I clung into Xavier’s arm as tightly as I could.

“What’s going on?” I whispered into his ear.

He looked back at me and frowned as I stumbled alongside him. Before I knew what was happening he’d grabbed me up into his arms and hurried into the hotel, muttering something under his breath.

“What’s going on?” I giggled as he carried me into the bedroom and placed me down on the ground.

“Did you not see the photographers, Lola?” He stood there staring at me with narrowed eyes.

“I see you in front of me.” I reached out to grab his shirt. “But I only see you.” I touched his chest and ran my fingers all the way to his waist. “I see a very hot you, but no photographers.”

“Lola, I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“You want to take me to bed?” I wiggled an eyebrow at him and then sighed as he took a step away from me.

“Don’t try and seduce me,” I giggled as I attempted to pull my shirt off.

“Dios mio, Lola.” Xavier sighed as he sat on the bed and stared at me. “You’re really drunk.”

“That’s not French,” I stumbled as I pointed at him.

“Do you need help?” His face was serious as he walked over to me.

“Help with what?”

“Undressing.”

“You just want me to take my clothes off.”

“I don’t seduce drunk women.” He frowned and grabbed my hands. “Come, let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help.” I pouted childishly and pushed him away. “Who were all those people taking my photo?”

“Your photo?” He cocked his head and smiled.

“Yes, there was like a hundred different men calling at me.” My hands flew to my forehead. “All those lights.”

“They were paparazzi,” Xavier frowned. “I have no idea how they know we are here.”

“I have no idea why the paparazzi are interested in me.” I shook my head and sat on the bed. “I’m not famous or anything.”

“They were there for me, Lola.” Xavier made a face and I frowned.

“Oh?”

“I’m a prince, remember?  I’m one of the most eligible bachelor princes in Europe.”

“Oh, yeah.” I made a face. “I almost forgot.” I lay back on the bed. “I just remembered that you were an inappropriate professor. I forgot you were an inappropriate prince as well.” I started laughing then. “I can’t believe you’re a prince.” I looked up at him and laughed.

“Why’s that?” He had a half smile on his face.

“You’re such as ass.” I laughed. “You have no people skills.”

“And you have so many, don’t you Lola?” He gave me a pointed look.

“Yes, I do.” I rolled over on my side and closed my eyes. “I’m a people person.”

“Hold on, sleepy. Let’s get you in your PJs.”

“You just want to touch me.” I mumbled sleepily as he pulled my top off.

“If that makes you feel better.” He reached for my pants and unzipped them.

“You just want to make love to me.” I mumbled as he pulled my pants down.

“Then you’re lucky you’re drunk.” His voice was serious.

“Hmm, your fingers feel soft.” I sighed as I felt his fingertips on my legs.

“Lola.” He groaned.

“Kiss me.” I moaned, my eyes closed. I was imagining myself entwined in his arms. “I want to feel you.”

“Where are your PJs, Lola?” He pulled away from me and I sighed.

“I’m cold. Touch me.”

“Lola, you’re sleeping. I guess they must be in your suitcase.”

“No, don’t go in.” I groaned thinking of the thongs.

“You can’t sleep in your underwear.” His voice was silky. “I’m not sure I can keep my hands off of you if you just have your underwear on.”

“It’s fine.” I mumbled, feeling myself start to drift off.

“I’ll let you sleep in my shirt.”

“Hmm.” I opened my eyes and saw him taking his shirt off, but I wasn’t able to keep them open for more than a few seconds.

“Put this on.” He pulled me up and put my arms into his shirt. I sighed contentedly and snuggled back into the bed and fell asleep.

* * *

I felt snug as a bug as I awoke. I was warm and fuzzy and I stretched languorously until I hit my hands hit something warm. I froze as I opened my eyes slowly. Oh God, Lola, what did you do? I tried to recall the previous evening, but all I could remember were the five courses we’d eaten and the copious amounts of wine.

I stared at Xavier’s sleeping face and his naked chest for a few seconds before checking to see what I was wearing. I looked down and saw that I was in his shirt, but I only sighed in relief when I felt my bra and panties on underneath. Phew.

“I could have taken them off if you’d wanted me to.” Xavier’s voice made me jump and I looked over at him with a flush.

“I didn’t want,” I snapped.

“I’m guessing drunk, happy Lola is gone?” He smiled at me as he stretched, and I tried not to stare at his pecs.

“I wasn’t drunk.” I pulled the sheet up to my waist and he laughed.

“Whatever you say.” His fingers reached over to me and ran down my cheek. “You look very beautiful in the morning.”

“Thank you,” I swallowed hard at stared at his face. His morning stubble was sexy as hell and his hair was unruly. I wanted to reach over and pat it down, but I didn’t.

“I could really kiss those juicy lips of yours right now.” He moved closer to me, and I found myself staring straight into his bright green irises.

“Please don’t,” I whispered as his lips crushed down on mine. He tasted warm and sweet and I melted against him. His fingers ran through my hair and I wrapped my arms around his waist. His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked it eagerly. All thoughts of him being an ass and this being an inappropriate moment fled my mind. When Xavier kissed me I felt like I was soaring in the air. There was no dislike or care about his superior attitude. All I felt was warmth and lust burning through to my soul. I needed to consume and be consumed by this man. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I wanted to feel every particle of skin. I wanted him to touch me all over until the shivering of my body erupted in a sea of emotion and pleasure.

I ran my fingers down his back and he groaned and pushed me back and rolled over on top of me. “You taste so sweet in the morning,” he growled against my lips.

“I didn’t brush my teeth yet.” I tried to pull back, but he was having none of it.

“Your skin is so sweet and silky. I want to taste you.” His lips fled to my neck.

I lay back and ran my fingers through his silky locks, enjoying the way he groaned against my neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“What are you doing to me?” He kissed further down my neck and undid the first few buttons on his shirt before kissing the valley between my breasts. “You taste like warm sunshine and sex.” He grunted as his fingers ripped apart more buttons until the shirt was gaping open.

“I’ve never tasted something so sweet.”

“What about chocolate?” I smiled at him and he looked at me with a bright light in his eyes.

“Chocolate pales in comparison,” he licked my belly button and then kissed back up my stomach. I sat forward as his fingers reached behind my back and undid my bra. He pulled off the shirt and then threw my bra to the floor. His lips immediately fell to my breast and he took my nipple in his mouth gingerly and sucked hard. I cried out as a dart of pure pleasure ran through me.

“Oh,” I cried out as his fingers pinched my other nipple.

His mouth swapped places with his fingers and he started to gently suck on my other nipple. My brain felt hazy and all I could think about was the pleasure swelling in my stomach. I ran my fingers down his back and he bit down on my nipple and tugged.

“Oh,” I cried out and my nails dug into his skin deeper.

“There’s nothing like morning sex,” he whispered against my skin, and I knew I should pull away from him, but I couldn’t resist his touch. His lips left my skin tingling and my whole body was on fire. I was scorching inside and out and only he could put out the flames. “I wanted to take your panties off so badly last night,” he groaned as he kissed down to the tops of my panties.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you. I wanted our love making to be one-hundred percent consensual.” His teeth bit into my panties and he tugged. “And I wanted to make sure you remembered every second of it.”

“Is it only going to last seconds?” I looked down at him and then held my breath.

“What do you think?”

“I think that it might last minutes.” I stared at him and grinned.

“I’ll give you minutes.” He growled and pulled my panties all the way down.

“What are you doing?”  I moaned as I felt his lips kissing up my thighs.

“I’m going to make you wish you never played with me.”

“I didn’t play with you.” I gasped as his lips moved to my core. I felt his tongue run down the length of me and then he sucked down on my clit. “Ooh!” I cried out as his tongued licked the folds of my pussy. “Xavier,” I groaned as his tongue dipped inside of me and licked my clit again.

“I told you that I’m not going to stop until I’m sure you’re going to remember every second of being with me.”

“Please,” I groaned as he sucked on my clit again. I ran my fingers to his back and closed my eyes. I spread my legs wider hoping his tongue would enter me again.

Knock, knock.

“Room service,” a man called out.

“Argh,” Xavier looked up with an annoyed expression, and I sighed. His tongue had felt marvelous against me.

“Room service.” The man knocked on the door again.

“I’m coming.” Xavier called out and then grinned at me. He once again buried his face in my pussy and sucked on my clit. My fingers grabbed the sheets and I closed my eyes. The feeling was so heady and wonderful.

Then we heard the door open; it happened so fast that neither one of us was able to react quickly enough.

“Where would sir like the tray?” The man walked into the room with a tray and gaped at us. I blushed as I realized the sight we made. Me naked on the bed with Xavier’s head between my legs.

“What are you doing?” Xavier jumped up angrily and I grabbed the sheet over my body.

“You said come in.” The man stared at us with wide eyes.

“I said I’m coming.” Xavier’s voice rose and he glared at the man. “Get out.”

“Yes, sir.” The room service attendant stuttered and gave me one last glance before retreating.

“I’m sorry about that.” Xavier walked back to the bed. “I’m sorry we were interrupted.”

“That’s okay.” I stared at him with a bright red face. “Maybe we should just get ready.”

“What?” He frowned.

“This was a mistake. Let’s just shower and head out.” I avoided his stare. I wasn’t sure why I had changed my mind. Maybe it was seeing he look of shock on the attendant’s face. Maybe it was because I knew I was starting to fall for Xavier and I knew casual sex wasn’t something I could do without starting to grow attached.

“I want to make love to you, Lola.” His arms pulled me towards him and I swallowed hard and the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.

“Not now.” I shook my head and rushed into the shower. I could feel his eyes on my back and I knew that he was frustrated. Part of me wanted to run back to him because I was frustrated as well, but I knew that I couldn’t just give in to him.

* * *

“That was my brother on the phone.” Xavier stared at me with an angry expression as I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.

“Sebastian?” I ignored his anger as I wasn’t sure if he was still upset I’d changed my mind. I knew all it would take was one kiss and touch and I’d be back in his bed.