Wait.
Don’t go. Stay. Whether we have sex or not, I just want your company.” His
expression appears sincere, but he seems to have several sides to him.
With my
back against the door, I keep my eyes on his. “Look. I don’t sleep around…
much. But I have slept with someone just because it was Wednesday.” I shrug.
“So I’m not innocent over here, but I work hard and I have a pretty crappy
social life because of it. Sometimes it’s nice to feel a warm touch that
vibrates with excitement instead of a cold one that’s battery-operated.” I step
forward as if I owe him more, more of an explanation, or more of me, I’m not
sure. “Judge me if you must, but I’m in Vegas and now officially on vacation.
And despite what you may think, I’ve only had the one drink so far today, so
I’m not drunk. I’m a grown woman who appreciates a handsome face and the
artistry of a tattoo that has meaning to the person wearing it. I actually
thought we’d have dinner and a good time. All that came from somewhere pure,
somewhere that now feels dirty, a little tainted. So I’m going now and if one
day you find yourself not so lost in Los Angeles, you know my information.”
I don’t
wait for a response or apology. I don’t know Dalton well enough to know if he’d
offer one anyway. So I go without looking back, passing the room service waiter
on the way, and hop in an elevator that’s for the exclusive use of the two
penthouses.
Half
expecting to hear him call after me, my finger hovers over the Lobby button,
but I count to ten and when I don’t hear anything, I push it. The doors start
to close when a hand reaches in, stopping them. Dalton peeks around the corner
with a big smile in place, and says, “Can we start over? Stay for dinner?”
“Why?”
“Because
I like you. I like your honesty and I don’t get much honesty in my line of
work.”
“You’re
an undercover narc. Of course you don’t get much honesty. Isn’t that why you
got into the business?”
A sly
smile crosses his face, revealing a small dimple in his cheek. A light sparks
from within, reflecting in his eyes, and with a nod of his head, he says, “Come
back. I’ll feed you and give you the sex you came up here for. Because it’s a
Friday and while Friday may not be hump day, it’s still a damn good day of the
week.”
My mouth
drops open. “The sex? You’ll give me the sex because it’s Friday?” I roll my
eyes while huffing, and then push the lobby button twice.
Stepping
inside, he blocks the doors from closing and a buzz is heard from overhead.
With his arms stretched wide, he looks into my eyes. “No. I mean, if you want
the food that’s currently getting cold inside, you can have it. If you want to
have sex, let’s fuck. You can have anything you want.”
The
elevator starts buzzing even louder, escalating its level of warning. Dalton
spreads his feet apart to hold the doors open and reaches for me. “I’ll even
call you Holli since that’s what you prefer.”
He’s sexy
and when he’s flirting with me, even sexier. I can’t give in too easily though.
I should make a few ground rules, or at least one. “I’ll only come back on one
condition.”
“Name it.”
