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“You’ve got to be kidding me. Why?”
I roll over to face him. “Well, this side is closest to the door and if someone breaks in, I’m going to be the first one they encounter and, most likely, the first one they murder.”
“And why do you think I want to be the first one murdered?”
“Please, this is the last favor. I promise.”
“I highly doubt that,” he says under his breath. Seth rips the blanket off him before rounding the bed to switch spots as I scoot over to the other side. After finally feeling settled, I’m just about to drift off when Seth’s voice cuts through the silence.
“Parisa?”
“Yeah?”
“Why was your suitcase on the desk?”
“Oh, that.” I let out a small chuckle. “When we were walking to our rooms earlier, I noticed there’s a security room next to mine, which seemed odd. When I got in my room, I realized the desk and mirror share a wall with the security room and I’ve watched a lot of Dateline. Something told me it was a two-way mirror and some creeper was on the other side recording me. Then there were some clicking sounds like an old recorder.”
“Sorry I asked.” Seth tugs the blanket up and rolls on to his side, his back facing me. I do the same. I can’t believe I’m sharing a bed with Seth. The bow tie wearing neat freak with a chest I want to run my tongue across. I mentally scold myself. What am I thinking? I don’t like him. My body just naturally reacts to another attractive person and that’s it. I. Do. Not. Want. Him.
Six
It started with a kiss
Seth
The morning light shines in through a gap in the curtain, stirring me awake. Oddly enough, that was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while. Must have been the exhaustion from everything that happened yesterday. Last night, before Parisa came to my room there was still no cell service, so I went to the front desk phone to call John in HR to notify him that a snowstorm stranded us somewhere between Denver and Aspen. Apparently, they got hit with the same storm. I’ll have to see what the weather is like today and hopefully we can get out of here.
When I move to sit up, something heavy is draped across my chest. When I glance down, all I see is a mess of auburn locks and instantly my body stiffens. It slipped my mind that Parisa came to my room and slept in my bed last night. My gaze flits over her cheekbone and down her sloping nose that has a slight upturn at the end. Her full, pouty lips slightly parted as she breathes softly. Slender fingers splayed out across my chest. My dick twitches at the thought of her in my bed with me. Wait. Not her per se, but the thought of a warm body next to me. That must be it. Either way, if she wakes up and finds me with a semi, who knows what she’ll do? I know one thing, though. I don’t want to find out.
Her eyes flutter open as if she knew I was thinking about her. Her fingers lightly trail along my chest. Once she realizes who she’s cuddled next to, she scurries away. I pretend to be asleep to save her the embarrassment, but I really miss her warmth. When I feel the other side of the bed dip down, I fake a yawn and stretch so she knows I’m awake.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Uh y-yeah. Really good, actually. What time is it?” She turns to look at me over her shoulder.
For a brief moment, I catch her gaze drift over the sliver of bare skin where my shirt has ridden up before she turns her head back around, but it’s too late. I’ve already caught her. I check my phone on the nightstand. “Looks to be shortly after eight am.”
She nods before standing up and making her way to the bathroom. I hear the running water splashing against the porcelain sink through the closed door. A few minutes later she returns to the common area, this time her hair in one of those messy buns plopped on the top of her head.
“I’m going to see what the weather looks like.” She tugs on her boots and wraps her coat around her, and then she’s out the door.
As soon as she’s out of sight, I bolt out of bed and head to the bathroom. Get your shit together. She’s just a girl who slept in your bed. But God, it felt good to have a body pressed up against mine. It’s been way too long. But let’s not forget she hates you with every fiber of her being. Unfortunately, my dick didn’t get the memo and wants to go back to cuddling. I turn the shower on. Steam fills the small area as images of Parisa lying on the bed, her auburn hair fanned out over the pillows as I hover over her, flash through my mind. I wonder how fast I can rub one out? Tearing back the shower curtain, I step inside, the hot water spraying over my overheated skin. Rivers of water run down my chest as I grab my cock at the base, making quick strokes at first. I rest my other hand against the shower wall in front of me. My head bows as I pick up the pace of my strokes. Fuck. One night in bed with this girl and she already has me in knots. But I can’t stop thinking about her. Again, I chastise myself. It can’t be her. Just the idea of her. I can imagine it’s any gorgeous woman and I’ll get the same results. Images of models, actresses, the pretty barista from the coffee shop down the street from The Blue Stone Group flash through my thoughts. But nothing. When my mind drifts back to the auburn-haired bombshell snuggled up to me this morning, my cock jolts back to life. With each pass, my grip becomes longer and harder. Suddenly, my balls tighten up as I feel the impending release. My toes curl against the porcelain covered cast iron tub as a euphoric rush invades my body. I continue to pump my fist until spurts of cum paint the shower wall. Damn. It’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm like that. Just as I finish washing up and turn the shower knob to off, I hear the front door close. With my pent-up frustration washed down the drain, I can think straight again. I wonder if she’s having the same thoughts as me? Deciding I want to have a little fun with her, I wrap a towel around my waist and stroll out to the room.
Bent at the waist, her firm round ass is in the air as she riffles through her suitcase. I take a moment to enjoy the view until I clear my throat. Her body shoots ramrod straight before turning around with her phone charger in hand. Once she takes in the sight in front of her, she loses her grip on the charger and it drops to the floor. A dusty rose color covers her cheeks as she realizes I’m wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist and once again she’s staring.
“Oh, sorry.” She gives her head a shake and bends down to collect her charger from the ground. “Phone’s dead. Gotta charge it.” She holds up the charger. “Also, they had coffee and some granola bars and travel cereal bowls with milk. I didn’t know what you wanted so I just grabbed a bunch of things.” She holds out a coffee, looking anywhere but at me.
“Thanks.” I grab the cup from her hand. Our fingers touch and just the slightest caress of her skin on mine makes my dick jump. I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive another night with this girl.
“Also, the snow is still coming down pretty good. The lady at the front said it should pass by tomorrow, so unfortunately, we’re stuck here for another night. But there is a vending machine full of delightful snacks and ramen cups to keep us warm.” She gives me a playful smirk.
“Well, doesn’t that all just sound…appetizing. I guess I’ll get dressed to sit around the room all day.”
With my back against the headboard, I read through the paperwork my parents gave me with all the information about their non-profit, which includes their business plan, along with future projects. They wanted a second pair of eyes to make sure everything looked presentable. They got a partial grant to fund a new building, but it might be a struggle to secure the rest from the bank. If I get this promotion, I can give them my extra income, then they won’t have to worry about the bank.
“I’m so bored.” Parisa throws her e-reader on the bed next to me.
I pry my eyes from the folder of papers to glance at her. “You do realize it’s only been like two hours. We still have the whole day ahead of us.”
