Page 29 of Tempting Him

He looks sexy as fuck, all business but wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of navy colored pants. It’s the least dressed up he’s ever been around me, well, besides when he’s naked.

His eyes flicker over to me as I take a seat that allows me to keep him in my line of sight. He calls me over with two fingers, and when I get there he hands me the room service menu.

I slide into the chair as he keeps talking, and look over the options for food.

Aleksander ends the call. “Sorry about that. Know what you want?”

“You don’t have to apologize. Are you actually ever off?”

He grants me a small grin. “No, not really.”

I hand him the menu. “The chicken marsala sounds good.”

He nods, grabbing the phone on the table and placing our order. “Drink?” he asks me.

“I’ll go to the vending machine.”

He shakes his head slightly before finishing up and hanging up the phone. “I forgot you get your joy from taking trips to the vending machines.”

I laugh, remembering what I told him my first night here. “Don’t forget the ice. I’ll grab us a bucket of ice, too.”

“I think there’s ice in the freezer.”

“There’s also a fridge, oven, stove, and microwave, and yet we’re ordering room service.”

“I don’t have time to shop.”

“You can now order your groceries online and have them delivered to you, you know?”

“Well, I don’t have time to cook.”

“You have time to fuck,” I say with a grin.

“Priorities.”

I laugh before having a sobering thought. “Do you...never mind.”

His eyes meet mine. “What?”

“Nothing. Doesn’t matter.”

I don’t want to ask if he’s fucking anyone else. It would force us to have a conversation about what we’re doing. Is this the second and last time? Or is this going to be ongoing until one of us gets tired of it? Are we being monogamous? Isn’t monogamy only for people in relationships? Thinking about it all makes my head spin, so I move on.

“Want to join me on my ice and drink trip?”

He moves like he’s about to start walking with me, but stops. “Maybe next time.”

I shrug. “Okay.”

Sliding my feet into my Nike sandals, I leave the room and follow the signs until I find what I’m looking for. There isn’t one on this floor, because the suites don’t need them I guess, but on the floor below, I find an abandoned ice bucket and a box of liners. After lining it with the small plastic bag, I fill the bucket with ice and then grab too many drinks and snacks from the vending machines.

When I get back to the room, Alek opens the door and arches a brow. “You know I just ordered food, right?”

I lift my arms, full of chips and candies, and grin. “I’m a big guy, in case you didn’t notice. It takes a lot to keep me satiated.”

His piercing eyes look me up and down. “Mm. I noticed, and I’ll keep that in mind.”

I start taking the drinks and putting them in the fridge. “I got Gatorade. We may need to get our electrolytes up later.”

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