Page 60 of West Bound

“Wh-what are we doing now?” Her voice is breathy when she speaks.

“I have one more surprise for you.” I run my nose up the column of her neck, dragging my tongue as I go.

“Then what?”

“Then,” I take her mouth with mine and suck on her bottom lip. “Then dessert.”

I press my body into hers and her arms go around my neck. Her sneaker covered feet push her up until her mouth reaches mine, and I kiss her in a way that will have her forgetting every man that came before me.

I let my hands roam over her small, tight body, and savor every line and curve. I pull the hair band that’s holding her hair in a ponytail out, and massage her scalp until her hair looks like wild flames.

I slip my hands into the back of her shorts just as the doorbell to the suite rings.

With a huff I release her lips and pull my hands from her shorts. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

I turn and move quickly to the door. Room service is waiting for me with a long cart with silver dome covered plates when I open it.

“Good evening, Mr. West. Where would you like us to set up?” The attendants push the cart past me and I direct them to the long island in the kitchen.

“Leave the domes on, please,” I tell them and they answer with a nod.

“What’s this?” Vivian asks, coming up behind me.

“I have arranged for us to have dinner here. Is that okay?”

She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah but…that’s an awful lot of food. Did you order the entire menu?”

The lopsided smile that rarely comes out takes over my face. “Not the entire menu. It’s actually a special menu that the chef prepared just for us.”

The attendants finish unloading the plates, then bend down to grab four silver carafes and set them down with the dishes. I pull out two fifty dollar bills, and hand one to each attendant and thank them for their help.

They exit, the door making a resounding thud when it closes, and I take Vivian’s hand in mine and walk her over to the table.

“I requested a special meal for the two of us,” I tell her.

She sits down in the chair at the small table and I tuck her in. “When did you do all of that?”

“When I had you waiting in the lobby this afternoon.”

She narrows her eyes and purses her lips. “Very sneaky, you are.”

“Well let's see what you think of this very special meal I planned especially for you.” She bites her smile and I move to the counter to grab the dishes.

I stealthy lift the lid so that only I can see what’s underneath, and grab the four that I have picked out for our first course. Setting them down carefully in front of her, I run back and grab the utensils wrapped in cloth napkins and place one in front of her.

“Are you ready?” I ask her and she nods enthusiastically. “Okay. One, two, three. Tada!”

I yank the domes off of two of the bowls and I watch as her expression goes from excited, to confusion, to humorous.

She begins laughing and I put the domes down on the counter behind me. Before her sits two bowls of cereal. Fruity Pebbles and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Her favorite and mine. I reach for the carafe filled with milk and set it between us.

“In front of you, you will find a light and airy mini puffed crostini in various fruit flavors. Which flavors, I don’t know, but I’m told they’re fruit nonetheless.”

She’s laughing with her hand over her mouth and I continue on.

“The other dish is a toasted wheat grain dusted in cinnamon and sugar for a sweet and spicy finish.” Her laughter grows louder and it’s getting harder for me to keep a straight face. “Which one would you like to start with this evening?”

She wipes the corners of her eyes and takes deep breaths to slow her laughter.

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