“No, no.Coffee and...what did you bring?”She glances around the room.
With a grin on my face, I bring her the bag and place her fancy coffee on the nightstand.Lyla reaches for the coffee and takes a few sips, finishing with a loud, “Aaaaaahhh.”Shoving her nose into the bag, she inhales and has a gorgeous smile on her face.Lyla takes out a cinnamon roll and takes a huge bite to chew with her eyes closed.
“So good,” she murmurs.
What a damn difference, going from puking to eating in a damn nanosecond.
“Did you have any of the food the hotel lady brought?”I wonder.
Lyla shakes her head and takes a heartbeat to swallow down the rest of her cinnamon roll.“No, the scent killed my appetite.”
“Good,” I grunt.“I don’t want you eating anything from this hotel.”
Lyla reaches for another cinnamon roll.“Not a hardship, especially if you keep bringing delicious stuff.Any news about the body you checked out this morning?”
“Yeah.Later.Come on, you need some fresh air.”I hold out my hand.
She narrows her eyes.“Can I take the food and coffee with me?”
Chuckling, I tell her, “I’ll even carry it for you.But we’re also taking the rest of your stuff along with us.”
Clutching the bag with the pastry to her chest she grumbles, “I’ll carry the food myself, thank you very much.You can grab whatever you want to take with us.”
The corner of my mouth twitches and I bring my own coffee as we walk out of the hotel room.I scoop up the bag with the trash and take it with us as well.
“Where are we going?”Lyla asks.
“You’re taking your car and driving straight to my hotel room while I’ll take my bike.I’ll be right behind you.”
She bobs her head and I place all the stuff I’m holding into her trunk.Lyla is behind the wheel, and I open her door to grab the bag with food off the passenger seat.
“I’m gonna hold on to this.You don’t want me arresting you for eating behind the wheel,” I warn.
Her eyes go wide.“Everyone eats while driving.”
“Not those who were puking a moment ago and you already devoured two cinnamon rolls.Focus and follow me, you’ll get more once we’re in my room.”
Lyla snorts.“Are you baiting me to follow you?”
I lean in and murmur, “If I was, I’d promise to eat that sweet pussy of yours instead of offering you food.”
She fucking moans and I have to pull back and adjust my hard cock.“Just follow me.”
I walk to my bike while I hear her grumble, “First you say you’re gonna follow me, now I need to follow you.Whatever.Just drive fast, I’m hungry.”
Grinning, I fire up my bike and head to the other hotel.Once we’re in the parking lot, I stalk over to Lyla and take her hand, leaving everything in the car.
“Shouldn’t we take the stuff and go to your room?”she questions.
“We could, but I’d rather discuss this out in the open without anyone near us,” I tell her and walk to the edge of the parking lot.
Lyla crosses her arms in front of her chest.“Is this about us?”
My eyes widen.“Fuck no.I just want to make sure no one hears us ’cause it creeps me the fuck out how you mentioned me arranging breakfast for you when I didn’t.I also didn’t tell anyone except Archer about us.”
“Holy freaking shit,” Lyla gasps.“She is somehow listening in on us.”
She starts to pace back and forth and rambles, “I mentioned to Lynn that we are getting married but that was at the end of the phone call and the damn bitch knocked on my hotel room quickly after.Too fucking quick.Which means she knew before my call to Lynn and saw you leave.She must have waited till I ended the call to knock.Which also fucking means she heard us having sex.Great.Just fucking great.I’m upping my insanity from a creepy neighbor to a fucking serial killer.”