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“You sure you don’t want any of this?” I tease, throwing my arms back over my head, arching my back as he carries me but the sudden movement only makes me more queasy.
The hotel receptionist looked like she was going to refuse us entry when I arrived with my hair all messed up, paler than usual I’m sure, looking like I was taking the walk of shame into the hotel instead of out the next morning.
Reid just glared, slapped his hand down, then scooped me up like a rag doll and she handed over the keycards.
“You’re cute, and yes, I want all of that, but first things first,” he says, pulling me in closer. “Here we are.”
I feel his arm moving under my rear as he swipes his card through the reader, then lets us both into the room. The truth is, I’ve sobered up a lot after throwing up. And I’ve seen the way he looks at me, it’s not my imagination, and I’m old enough to make my own decisions.
“I’ll go get myself cleaned up,” I say, wiggling in his arms, suddenly aware that I don’t want the guy who’s making me feel this way to see me like this. “Then I’ll head back to my own room and see you in the morning, when I’ve pieced together the shattered fragments of my dignity.”
“Nope.” Reid sets me down but grabs my wrist, leading me over and sitting me down in a soft velvet chair next to the desk in his room. “Sit there. Don’t move.”
I shrink into a defeated heap as he picks up the receiver on the desk phone, his magnificent gray eyes locked on me the whole time, and a shiver shimmies my shoulders.
“Hi. Yes. Room 326. I need coffee, aspirin, Gatorade, toothbrush.” He turns to me. “You okay with mint Arm and Hammer toothpaste or you want something particular?”
I shrug. The thought runs through my head: I’m going to be using his toothpaste. Why does that seem so intimate?
“Food too. Chicken soup, crackers.”
“I want a cheeseburger, rare. And fries! Yes, I need grease. I’m low.” I snort.
Reid hardens his jaw, running his hand down the top of my head. “Did you hear that? Also send toast and do you have ginger ale?” He pauses, listening. “Uh huh. Great, sooner the better.” He says, wrapping up the call.
“Wait!” I sit forward, grabbing the phone. “Do you have cherry pie?” The voice on the other end of the phone answers. “Great, a big slice of your best cherry pie.” I smile and hand the receiver back to Reid, who is shaking his head looking amused.
He nods, grunts some sound of agreement and hangs up. “Thirty minutes. Time enough for you to have a bath and get out of these clothes.”
“My bags will be in my room,” I say. “I’ll just head down there and get out of your hair.”
He shakes his head. “Stop saying you are going to your room because that’s not happening. You’re staying with me. I’ll give you a shirt, and you’re not in my hair. Come on.” He grabs my hands and pulls me up, then starts heading us toward the bathroom.
“Fine, but I want that shirt.” I point to his chest, the idea of wearing his shirt so damn sexy I can barely breathe. “That’s my final offer.”
“You’re not in much of a position to be making demands, little starling.” Reid grunts, but I can tell I’ll get my way.
Before I can protest anymore, he’s tugging the hem of my turtleneck up, and without thinking, I lift my arms over my head. It’s only a moment later the top pops over my head and I feel the cool air against my bare skin.
The bathroom is enormous, with black and white marble and gleaming chrome fixtures. Reid settles me against the vanity then reaches down and turns on the water into the white porcelain tub.
“Hey, if I’m getting naked here…” I grin and pull at his belt, but he gently pushes my hands away.
“I’m not going to take advantage of you, Milly. You’re not getting naked, you’re just being helped out of your clothes so that you can take a bath.”
“Really? This says different.”
My boldness seems never ending as I reach down and wrap my fingers around his thick cock through the fabric of his pants. I’ve never been this girl, the one who’s confident, sexy, knows what she wants and takes it. Or tries to, anyway.
Or perhaps he’s right. Perhaps I’ve always been this girl, and the alcohol has just given me the excuse to set her free.
I don’t think so. I think it’s Reid that’s given her the excuse. Not the booze.
“I’m not going to deny, you’re one tempting little slice of cherry pie,” he says, unzipping the side of my skirt and pulling it down, leaving me standing there in bra, panties and fishnet tights. He growls as he looks me up and down, then starts to unfasten my bra. “My body wants you right here, right now. If I wasn’t keeping my fucking beast in check, I’d be diving between your legs as we speak, eating you out until that little honey hole of yours knows who it belongs to now.”
