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“Has the food come yet?” I shake my head.
“I need coffee and a cigarette.” I point to the patio.
“I should probably put some clothes on first.”
“If you have to.” He smirks at me but walks back into the bathroom. He comes back in the room a minute later, wearing pants. He walks over to where his shirt is and pulls it on.
“You look good in that robe.”
“You looked good in that towel.”
“Flirting with me and not even drunk? Wow.” He smiles. “I’m going to have a cigarette.”
I change while he is out on the patio. I put on a black thong and bra set before pulling on some jeans and throwing on a T-shirt.
There is a knock on the door, and I get up and open it. It’s room service. They wheel in a small cart with plates and a pot of coffee. After a moment, they put down some plates.
“Thank you.”
Wes comes in. “Oh, thank god.” He says and slips the guy some money, “Thank you.”
“No problem, sir.” The guy says as he wheels the cart out of the room.
Wes pours himself some coffee and sits at the table. I take a seat across from him and stare at my plate of food. Wes pours me a mug of coffee and places it next to my plate.
“You don’t have to eat it all.”
I nod and pick up my fork.
We eat in silence for a bit. I can feel him looking at me every so often. I chew each bite slowly and carefully, taking my time.While my stomach isn’t in knots over having to eat, I’m still not happy about it. Two breakfasts? That is a lot of food.
“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?” He asks.
“I don’t know, just hanging out here. Maybe work on some music.”
“We could work on our song.”
“Yeah.” I nod, taking another bite. “I’m going to weigh myself at some point.”
“It’s just a number. It’s all about how you look and you look beautiful.” I nod, chewing on the inside of my mouth. I am not excited about seeing that number.
“We never came up with a prize for you eating breakfast!”
“I don’t always need a prize.” I shrug.
“Yeah, but don’t tell Sue that. Let’s see what we can get out of it.”
“I get my freedom if I hit 120 and stay 120 for three months.”
“Is that why you want to get weighed?” I nod.
“But I’m also terrified of it.”
“You want me there?”
“No. Not a chance.” I shake my head.
“Why not?”
