"Four-poster bed," she repeats, raising her eyebrows.
I tilt my head, still not getting what she's attempting to communicate.
"Think of all the things we could do."
My mouth goes dry as my pants become unbearably tight. I grip the door handle, pushing the door open as my mouth crashes onto hers. I back her through the door, and as soon as our bags clear the threshold, I pick her up and carry her directly to the bed.
It's a good thing it's a long weekend here in America. I plan to use every second wisely.
Chapter 41: Ophelia
I'm exhausted, but in the best possible way.
If you've never spent two days in a hotel room with a professional athlete, let me tell you, five out of five stars, highly recommend. Will do it again.
And again.
And again.
In fact, some of what we did was so magical that I want to write about it. Not like the actual details, but some of the sensations, definitely. Who needs to invent your own spice when you have a real-life Adonis showing you things you didn't know your body could even do?
Xavier is going to get something to eat. We've lived on room service for the past two days, and I really wanted bagels this morning. Xavier agreed that we needed some carbs to replenish our energy.
Swoon.
I pull out my laptop and plug it in. Without distracting myself with the internet, I open my book document and continue typing. The words flow fast and free, and my face burns with the memories of the things we did and the passion we shared.
I have to stop and fan myself more than once. Who am I? I don't even know anymore. I might have to add another item to the list of things you should know about me. I'm Ophelia, and I love kinky hot sex with my husband.
Perhaps that's not something I should share on a LinkedIn profile or even ClikClak.
ClikClak.
Shit. I should probably update my profile to indicate my actual profession. This might need a video to clear it up that I'm a boring accountant, not a sex worker one.
I haven't thought of that app since the whole debacle at my brother's house. I push the events of that day out of my mind until I finish my steaming hot love scene. After running it through a grammar program to check for errors, I'm content that it's enough to leave my readers hot and bothered, wanting to come back for more. I upload it to Wattpad and check the views on my project.
It's number forty-five in the romance category with over twenty-five thousand views. How? Why? It's not even done yet. I only ever mentioned it on ClikClak that once.
My mouth goes dry.
I need to figure out what I'm doing here. This … could be huge. I could be one of those indie authors who hits a homerun on their debut novel and a career is made.
It's already tearing up Wattpad, and I haven't really even started talking about it on ClikClak. Quickly, I run to the bathroom, brush my hair, and put on makeup. I record a video on my phone, so I can post it to Instagram as well when it's done.
Hi everyone! Sorry, I've been on a little social media break. I've been … busy with some other projects. I just put the hottest chapter ever up on Wattpad. Check outStolen Starsby Lia Finn. Kisses and hugs!
I add my hashtags, including #XOXO and #StolenStars. At the last minute, I add #LiaInLove.
I am. I know I am.
It's what's made the last two days so incredibly magical. I've never felt this kind of earth-shattering connection with someone before. Does he feel it too?
He must. This can't be a one-sided thing. There's too much here for him not to have some sort of feelings.
We've definitely progressed from a fake marriage to something more.
So, I sit there in bed, clad only in Xavier's T-shirt, grinning like an idiot. Things are actually falling into place for me. Back in October, when my first video went viral, I had no idea the path my life would take me on.
