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“It involves her father. But that’s her story to tell.”
He nods and starts the car.
We go back to listening to music until he parks in his hotel’s parking lot. My heartbeat picks up as we reach the entrance, and Zander pulls me closer. I’m a ball of nerves by the time we step inside the elevator. When I see his reflection in the mirror, the sensuality and heat in his eyes makes my knees weak, and my body trembles with anticipation. The elevator stops at the third floor, and his warm hand rests on my back as he leads me to his suite.
When we’re inside, he crushes me into his chest and releases a heavy breath. “Finally, I can have you in my arms without those little monsters eyeing us.” He places a kiss on my cheek and whispers, “You take my breath away, Marr.”
My total unromantic response to his passion is a sneeze. But I know it’s far from being over. I sneeze again and again and again…until I lose count. Zander releases me and grabs some tissues from the nightstand.
“God, I’m such a klutz,” I mutter as I wipe my face clean.
“No, you are not. You’re cute and wet, and maybe cold.”
“It’s just… I sneeze often when I’m cold or nervous.” Another sneeze comes out of me.
“What are you now? Cold or nervous?” He lifts my chin with his finger.
“Nervous, I guess,” I whisper.
“But good nervous, right?” He smiles, knowing my answer well.
“Yes.”
“Don’t be nervous, Marr. I won’t eat you.” He grins mischievously. “Or maybe I will. But I’ll feed you first.”
He goes to the sitting area and picks up the phone before giving me a wink. “Oh, yes, I’m going to feed you food. You need practice before we can feed you other things.”
I’m frozen at the same spot with my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe the sweet and caring Zander, with whom I spent the entire day, transformed into this dirty talking Romeo. I have no idea what he’s saying on the phone. It’s like my ears are clogged with nervous excitement. I only notice his lips moving.
Ending the call, he returns to me. “If you keep your mouth open like that, baby, I’ll have to start the practice now.” He lifts my lower jaw with one finger and pecks my lips. “I’m going to take a quick shower. There’s something for you to wear in the closet. Bathroom is all yours after me.”
God, how am I going to keep up with this Zander?
I open the cabinet and see a rectangular cardboard box with Couch Girl written on top in bold black letters. I’m not sure if I want to see what’s inside. This is how Zander wishes to see me—will I also like it?
With trembling hands and a dubious mind, I take the box to bed and open it.
Every uncertainty is out the window as I take out my pink T-shirt and shorts from the previous night. I laugh but stop short when Zander walks out of the bathroom.
With only a white towel wrapped around his waist, he prowls toward me and smiles.
“You looked so breathtaking last night. It was like a new Marr—my Marr—and I want to see you always like this. Relaxed and comfortable with me.” He bends and kisses me.
A kiss in which you lose track of time. A kiss that wakes up every sleeping cell in your body, that feels like a drug, soft yet demanding. There’s no fight to control, just possessing each other. I put my hands on his shoulders to balance my intoxicated mind, and the first touch of his skin liberates something in me. I do the unthinkable; I bite his lower lip.
“Ooh…easy baby,” he whispers.
“S-sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. Just be gentle with your man.” He squats before me while I’m sitting on the bed. In this position, we are eye to eye. This sexy Zander is a sight to behold, and I want to get lost in his piercing gaze and stay like this forever, but he gets up and pulls me with him.
He walks me to the bathroom. “I don’t want you to get cold.” He kisses my forehead before handing me a purple Hers bathrobe.
I take the fastest shower in human history. Under the robe, I put on the fresh pair of undergarments that I slid into my handbag along with a toothbrush this morning. When I step out of the bathroom, I find Zander looking at his phone. With his shoulders bunched forward, I see some ink on his back.
“Can I see your tattoos?”
He looks up, smiles, and turns around, giving me a good view of his back.
