Page 21 of Room Service
DORIEN
I’ve tasted this woman several times over the course of the night. I’ve fucked her, I’ve licked her, I’ve done things she’s clearly never done before, and I’ve given her the best fucking night of her life. And in the process, I’ve probably had the best night of mine too. I don’t do feelings and shit, so this is as close to feelings as I get, but she is magnificent, stunning, beautiful.
As she sleeps, her hair fanning over the pillow, her lips swollen from my mouth being on hers, I think about how she did everything I asked and how she enjoyed every single thing I did to her. I may like to fuck, but I also like to make sure the woman I’m with is enjoying every second. I’m not here to make them feel uncomfortable, I’m here to give them a good fucking time, and when it comes to Elise Woods, I’m pretty sure I succeeded.
The way she said “more” the second time we fucked made me feel fucking feral for her. Everything about her is unique, and strangely, it intrigues me more. It shouldn’t, but it does, and it’s new territory for me.
My eyes roam over her face. She looks peaceful, serene… happy. It says something about her life when she looks happier asleep than she does awake. I wonder what brought her to my door? I wonder why she needed the release that being here gave her? If I were an emotional man, I might ask her, but I’m not, and she has to stay as just a one-night thing. It’s what we agreed, and it’s what she expects. I’ve already broken my own rules by drawing her a bath before I laid her in the bed so she could sleep some more, and I broke a fundamental one by kissing her on the mouth. I tend not to do that because it invokes emotion, but fuck, I couldn’t resist her plump lips that have been calling to me all week long. I crossed my own lines, and as I sit here, watching her, I feel a sense of unease creep in.
Unease at how easily I could become infatuated by her.
Unease at how easily I could take her to my bed again, and again, and again.
Unease at how easily she could change me from the cold bastard that I am to someone who gives a shit about somebody else.
I’ve not done that before, and I’m not sure I want to allow it to happen, because my experience of watching others let someone in always seems to cause pain. The only exceptions are Gabriel and Chantel, my family, the ones I chose to let in and who got so fucking lucky to find each other, but their bond is a once in a lifetime thing, and I don’t believe that path is for me.
So, when she wakes, I’ll ask her to leave, because as the sun rises, it signals the night being over, and it signals the end of our one night together. It has to.
Chapter Nineteen
ELISE
I keep my eyes closed as I stretch my aching muscles, and I allow a smile to grace my face because of why they ache so much.
Last night was truly amazing, and as I open my eyes and blink a few times to adjust to the sunshine beaming through the windows, I feel like this is the start of a brand new me.
Someone who can put herself first for once.
I move my arm across the pillow, and I pause as it brushes against something… a piece of paper.
I quickly turn my head to look, and I see a single white rose placed by a small note. Intrigued, I sit up and look around the room, already knowing that I’m all alone. I gulp and look at the note, picking it up and bringing it in front of me, to read what it says.
Elise,
Last night is a night I will never forget. Truly.
Leaving like this was the last thing I wanted to do, but it was necessary.
Enjoy your life, buttercup. Let them see you smile.
We did say it was only one night, after all, but you may be the first person to make me regret my own rule.
The white rose… a sign of purity and innocence. But to me, a sign of peace, and the only way I can truly show you how it felt to be with you.
Peace. I hope you find yours.
Dorien.
My brows pull into a frown as I read his words over and over again.
Regret my own rule? Does that mean it was a bad thing that he gave me the most intense pleasure I have ever known? Was it so bad that he had to hightail it out of here without saying a proper goodbye?
I stop my thoughts abruptly.
No.
It’s none of those things, because I know, deep down, that what happened between us last night was exquisite, amazing, unforgettable—just like he said.
