Page 114 of Waiting to Lose
“Yummy?” he laughed. “Like a donut?”
“Like a buffet,” she responded. “Of all the things I love to eat.”
“Now that’s an image.”
“You smell like you. I’ve never smelled anything better in my whole life.”
“I see,” he nodded. “So you like how I smell….”
“And how you taste.”
He smirked.
“And how you look at me with those eyes of yours. I love your eyes,” she said as she gazed into them. “I love how you make me feel when I’m around you. How you consume my every thought.”
“I do, huh?”
“Most definitely,” she replied as she fiddled with the buttons of his coat once again.
“I love the way you sing. How your lips move and how your eyes fill with so much emotion. I love how kind you are to every single person you meet and how special you make them feel. I love this energy that radiates all around you,” she said, moving her hand over an invisible force field. “It’s like you’re a planet and we all revolve around you.”
He huffed. “I’m fairly certain I revolve around you. You’re my sun. You have a brilliant mind and a gift for making me feel things.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“You make me feel more. More of everything,” he said, closing his eyes briefly before staring back at her. His eyes searched every aspect of her face. He traced her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
The limo slowed and made a turn, pulling in front a large building.
Madi stirred and pulled back from him to see where they were. “This is Trump Tower,” she said, glaring at him. “We’re staying here tonight?” she asked excitedly.
“That we are,” he replied.
She bounced in her seat. Jake leaned forward. “Have them take our bags to our room, please.”
The driver nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Jake opened his door and moved around the car as the driver opened Madi’s door. Jake held his hand to her and she lifted her eyes, first to him, then to the lights at the entrance. “Don’t we need to go in separately?” she questioned, suddenly concerned.
“No.” He shook his head, smiling.
He led her through the doors held open for them by a bellhop. “Good evening, Mr. Morgan.”
Jake nodded his head, grinning.
“They know who you are?” Madi asked.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Of course they do. Who doesn’t?”
As they walked through the lobby, a man pushed a button and the elevators opened. He pressed 67A.
“You rented a room?” she asked.
He didn’t respond. He simply brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers.
She stared at him expectantly, waiting for a response, which he didn’t offer.
