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I let go of her hair as her gaze meets mine. She licks a bit of come from the corner of her mouth. “Was that good?”
I nod and sit up to kiss her. “Very good. Would you like some breakfast? I can have room service delivered.”
She presses her lips together. “That’s expensive. They charge extra to bring it to your room when there are several restaurants downstairs.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Would you eat down there with me?”
She frowns. “I would feel more comfortable doing that kind of thing after you check out. I don’t want them to think I’m sleeping with you for tips.”
I frown. “Why would they think that?”
She shakes her head. “Some of my coworkers do that.” She holds her hands up. “I swear that wasn’t intentional with you. I’d thought about it, but I’m not the kind of girl to do something like that.”
I can tell by the tone in her voice she’s being sincere. I’ve talked to enough liars in my career, and I make a point to only help the honest people that come to me for legal counsel. “I believe you. Have breakfast with me.”
She nods. “Okay.” She leans forward and kisses me. Her fingers go into my hair and scrape against my scalp. I groan and do the same to her. Lord, I don’t know where she came from, but this woman was something I desperately needed. I’m in trouble if I already don’t want to let her go.
Chapter Eight
Carissa
The room servicecomes while I’m in the shower and when I come out the mouth-watering scent of bacon hits my nose. Coming out of the bathroom I’ve find that he’s set up a table of food next to the windows that overlook the fountains.
I can’t help but smile. The last couple of hours have been incredible. The man sitting at the table already dressed and looking like a million bucks, has rocked my world in a matter of days. Last night and this morning were everything I wanted and more.
I’m back in the dress I wore last night. His gaze turns from the window to me and he grins. Standing from his chair he comes over and kisses me. “Feeling refreshed?”
I nod and allow him to lead me over to the table, we take our seats. I keep from wincing as I sit down. I still feel a bit tender, but I don’t want him to notice. He already feels bad that he went hard, but I love that he did. It felt incredible. I’d wanted to have sex again this morning, but I don’t want to make it to where I can’t walk. I still have to work again tonight in heels.
He pulls the dome covering my plate off to reveal bacon, eggs, and fruit. “Bon appétit.”
I pick up a fork. “Thank you, this looks lovely.”
He takes the lid off his steak and eggs. “Of course. I’m glad we could have breakfast together. It gives us a chance to talk for a little bit. Get to know each other.”
I lightly laugh. “I guess we kind of did this backward, huh?”
He mirrors me. “Yeah. I’ll admit, I’m not one to sleep first and date after, but last night was incredible and I would do it all over again the exact same way if given the choice. How are you feeling?”
I take a bite of pineapple and chew before answering. “I feel the same way. Though it was out of the norm of what I typically would do, this connection I have with you is undeniable. I don’t think I could’ve sat through a date last night. Not after that kiss. I’d been wanting you all night. The tension was too thick not to address it first. It might not be traditional, but I loved it. Thank you. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience. It’s all I’d ever wanted.”
He grins as he cuts off a corner of his steak. “I’m glad I could make your first time something that you thoroughly enjoyed. So, tell me about yourself. Are you a native of Nevada?”
I shake my head. “No. I grew up in Arizona mostly. Bounced around there for a while and when I was seventeen, said fuck it, and came here.” My gaze goes to the fountains outside the window. They always make me think of my dad. But I don’t know if I want to unpack my childhood, or the fact I was borderline an orphan, most of my life. No reason to scare him off with heavy things like that right off the bat. “I guess you could say this place called to me. So I came here. Found a room for rent, got a job, and kept working various things until I was old enough last year to finally get a job here. This place just centers me. If I could live here, I would.”
My gaze goes back to him, and he thoughtfully chews his steak. I can’t read the look in his brown eyes. I look down at my plate and spear some scrambled egg. “I know it’s dumb.”
A second later his hand reaches across the table and grasps mine. “It’s not dumb. Not at all. I was just thinking about how I relate. This place is comfortable for me, too. It reminds me of a time when I felt like I had a family. I grew up in foster care, so I get bouncing around. While in it, I met a guy who was like a brother to me. The second we turned twenty-one, we came here to experience it. He passed away a long time ago, but after, this place was the only place where I felt like I could still be close to the memory of him.”
I grasp his fingers back. He said everything I feel about this place and I feel like it brings me closer to my father. I smile. I open my mouth to tell him, no longer feeling like he’ll judge me. “I-”
The blare of my cell phone makes both of us jump, bringing us out of the moment and I swallow hard. I hurry to get it out of my clutch. It’s Mary. She was opening today with Sean. I answer. “Hey, everything okay?”
She sniffles. “I’m sorry. I know you’re probably still out with your date, but I need your help. Sean didn’t show up to help me open the store. Tyler is at his second job, and Jessica isn’t picking up her phone. The line is starting to go down the block. It’s just me and people are getting angry.”
I shake my head. “No, you did the right thing calling me. Hang tight. I’m ten minutes away and will come to help you.”
“Thank you.”
