Page 8 of My Wildest Obsession

I hurry through the rest of my shower and towel off. I’m just glad that I remembered to bring my bag in here with me.

I unzip my duffle bag and rifle through the clothes for my pajamas. My stomach sinks when I realize that all I brought was a silk pair that’s on the skimpier side.

“Dammit.”

I don’t really have a choice though so I pull them on and head out to the room. Theo is busy working at the little desk and he doesn’t even glance up as I pad out. I set my duffle bag on the dresser and that’s when it happens.

He glances over at me and then away. Then his head snaps back, his eyes widening when he sees what I’m wearing.

“Admit it. You did all of this on purpose,” he accuses me.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because we’re in one room and you’re wearing that.”

“What’s wrong with my pajamas?” I ask innocently.

“They’re….” he pauses, and I bite my bottom lip.

“Sexy? Is that what you were going to say? You think that I look sexy, seductive even?” I ask him, and he scoffs.

“That’s not what I was going to say,” he says but we both know that it’s a lie.

I grab my diary and flip it open. He looks like he wants to rip it out of my hand and I smirk as I climb onto the bed and start to write.

I flip to the back first and add a tally underneath my name. I pause, but then I make a new scorecard and make two marks. One under fantasies about him, and one under he so wants me.

I smile and flip back to where I left off last. I lean back against the pillows as I start to write about my day.

FOUR

Theo

“Are you hungry?”Clara asks as she picks up the remote and turns the TV on.

“Yeah.”

“Room service? I’m too tired to go out.”

“Sure.”

I stare at the same paper that I’ve been trying to read for the last half hour. All I can see though is Clara in that tiny little silk pajama set. I wonder if it’s as soft as her skin.

“Here’s the menu.”

She slides off the bed and comes over to me holding the laminated menu out so that we can both read it.

“Two steaks with a baked potato and side salad?” She asks, and I glance at the menu.

“Yep.”

“I’ll order it. I’m also getting a dessert. Do you want anything or are you still on your I hate sugar kick?”

“Nothing for me. Thanks.” I say and I see her roll her eyes before she goes over to the phone to order.

I scan the same paragraph again, still not comprehending any of the words in front of me. I need to get the hell away from Clara, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

How am I going to make it through tonight? How am I going to share a bed with her?

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