Page 61 of Tesio
I darted into the lift, and covered my face with both hands as the doors slid closed. I was mortified beyond belief, and was now worried the entire hotel thought I was the whore I’d so vehemently denied being.
“Jamie, look at me.” He caught me by surprise, using my actual name like that, so I ended up lowering my hands to look at him. He caught my face in both hands, and angled it gently to one side then the other.
“He didn’t hit you, right?”
I blinked slowly, staring up into his worried face, his dark eyes intent on mine, and his lips looking so kissable. I felt like a sex starved… oh god!
“They thought I was a hooker,” I said miserably, closing my eyes tightly so I wouldn’t see his amusement at my expense.
“Who did? Oh… the staff downstairs?” He wasn’t laughing, and I really thought he’d find that hilarious. I mean, it’s Grease, right?
I nodded, but I was looking at the serious face I’d only seen on him the night I was attacked. Was he pissed off on my behalf?
“Want me to go set them straight?”
Oh wow. He cared about my reputation, and dear god, I wasn’t here to get attached to him again!
“It’s fine. It’s uh… you’ve seen me now, should I just leave?”
“Oh come on, they’ll think I’m a one minute man, little pain.”
It took me a moment to catch up to his meaning, but that little smirk was back, so I slapped his chest, reminding myself how firm and muscular it was. Stop finding him hot!
“I ordered dinner, remember?” He led me out of the lift and to the door marked 202.
“You don’t know what I like,” I said pointedly, because that was kinda dickish of him to just assume what I’d want to eat.
“That’s why I ordered a few different things. I figured I’d have you covered, and I’ll eat what you don’t want.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Iknow I saidwe didn’t have to fuck, but now I was kicking myself, because after we ate the food that was coming, I wanted to fucking dine on her for dessert, and end the night with her gasping my name out. You know, instead of screaming it, she’d be so fucking breathless with what I was doing to her, that she’d barely be able to speak. That’s the pinnacle. That’s when you’ve fucked your woman into the middle of next fucking month.
“I uh… the room’s nice. It’s a suite.” I know she wasn’t telling me that, she was just making idle conversation, and look, it was tempting to book a smaller room, so we’d have to sit on the bed to eat and talk, but for once, I wasn’t just trying to get in her pants. Again, what a fucking moron I was for that. I couldn’t undo it now though.
“Yeah. Uh, I have a minibar, if you want something to drink?”
“Just some water. I drove here.” If I had my way, she wouldn’t be driving again until tomorrow, but maybe that was my dick doing all the thinking. It definitely wasn’t my fucking heart. Ihad to stop acting like this was love or something, because it couldn’t be. Anything more than a fling would be too dangerous for her. I mean, it’d get me killed too, but that didn’t bother me. At this point, my life was all about having so many things to lose, that even one of them would make life not fucking worth it.
“Grease?”
I grabbed the water and took it to her, and groaned when there was a knock on the door in the next moment. I opened it to let the room service guy in, fighting the urge to check him, and the little trolley for all the things a mafia guy had to fear. Nobody knew I was here, so I had to just fucking chill. Even so, after I’d taken the trays from him, and locked the door behind him, I gave the trays a quick cursory check, and the rims of the plates, just to make sure there were no bugs or anything. Mafia life was just too fucking risky.
I lifted covers off of the plates. “Uh… there’s a steak dinner, a linguine, and uh… some vegetarian crap. I… do you eat meat?”
Her cheeks reddened as she stared back at me, and I couldn’t help smirking at her.
“You can put that meat in your mouth later if you want, but which of these do you want?”
She glared as she stood up, coming over to look at the meals.
“Or I could order something else. You wanna foot-long sandwich or something?” She slapped my chest again.
“I chose to let you off with the other comment, but wind it in, Grease. What do you think is going to happen here? You said you wanted to see me, and… and here I am, but-”
“And you look real nice, little pain. You dressed up for me? You look good enough to eat…” I ran my tongue over my bottom lip as I watched my words sink in, and she sucked in a deep breath, like she forgot to breathe for a few seconds, and I had plenty of ways to make her forget how to fucking breathe.
“I thought we… I thought we made a clean break, Grease.” She tilted her head as we hovered over those plates, staring at each other. Fuck me. I was losing her, and suddenly all I wanted was to fucking keep her here.
