Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

 I couldn’t take his room too, not if he was going through the same thing. 

“We could share?” I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him to respond to me. Glancing over at the bed that dominated the room across from the bar. It looked like it could sleep at least two more people besides us. If not more. “I mean, I know I don’t know you. But it’s late and we can always get this sorted in the morning.” 

He was silent, as he thought about what I was saying. He looked up away from me again as his teeth sank into his full lower lip. 

There was something about him. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe I just wanted to see that hungry look in his eyes.

I wanted to go to him, to wrap myself around him. He let out a groan that made my toes curl into the plush carpet. Heat sweeping over my skin as I wondered if that was the type of sounds he’d make if we slept together. It wasn’t like I’d get to find out. Men that looked like him didn’t go after girls that looked like me.

I wasn’t petite or slim, there was nothing about me that was little. My hips flared out, my stomach wasn’t flat. I was cute at best. 

He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine with his tousled auburn hair, his square jawline, and high cheekbones. He rolled his shoulders, and my eyes were glued to the way his muscles flexed.

I wondered what he did for a living, maybe he was a model? It didn’t matter as he let out a low groan. His eyes met mine and I felt the tightening feeling in my lower belly. 

There was nothing sexier to me than having a vocal partner. Micheal had never been vocal, besides grunting when he was close to coming. It had been like a slap in the face to hear him encouraging his boss. 

“Aren’t you worried I’ll try something?” His voice was deep as his eyes moved down my body.

I shivered, but it wasn’t because I was cold. “No, if you were going to try anything you already would have.”

He walked closer to me, well more of a prowl. Stopping close enough to touch me as he looked down, his eyes moving along my curves that were barely hidden by the fluffy white towel. “You’re right, I’m too drunk to do anything fun right now.” 

“Me too,” I whispered. 

His eyes flicked towards the bar and I looked back at the goodie basket.

“I ate one of your chocolates and drank one of the little whiskeys. Sorry, I thought my friend had sent it because my boy- my. Well let’s just say I’m single now.”

I watched as he stepped away, dropping into the plush looking chair that sat near the balcony. “Yeah, me too.” He said, letting out a laugh. “So, Sarah. What brings you here?”

I turned towards the bar and grabbed two of the little bottles of alcohol, passing one to him as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, I mean, besides the break up?” He asked, toeing off his boots.

I handed him the little bottle, unscrewing the lid on mine before tossing it back. “I wanted to see the beach, you?”

“My friend owns the hotel.” 

“No way.”

“Really, go peek in the fridge. There will be enough booze in there to get a grizzly bear drunk.”

Lifting an eyebrow, I stood up. Making my way to the fridge, my skin felt all tingly as the drink did its job. Everything felt surreal as I opened the mini-fridge door.  

“Oh my god.” I gasped, he was right. Little bottles lined the shelves and the door. All expensive looking bottles. “You weren’t kidding.”

“It’s good to know the boss.”  

“Want a drink?” I asked, picking up several of the little bottles.

“I could handle more.” His voice had that same rough tone as before. “How about we play a game?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, standing up straighter as I turned and headed closer to him. His fingers brushed against mine and there was the same spark as he took the whisky from my hand. Turning away, I dropped the rest to the bed before moving over to my bags.

I only had sexy lingerie that really wasn’t meant for sleeping packed. Grabbing one of my sundresses, I pulled it over my head, straightening it before undoing the towel and letting it fall to the floor.

The thin floral fabric wasn’t much better than the towel, but it made me feel better. Reaching down, I picked up my towel, hanging it on the doorknob. I’d take it to the bathroom later. I turned around, my breath catching in my throat as my vaginal walls clenched. 

“Just something to help us get to know each other better for the night.” His voice was husky, his eyes almost glowing in the dim light of the room as he watched me. He dropped his shirt to the side. His body was just as toned as I thought it would be.

I wanted to trail my tongue along his well defined abs, map out his flesh with my fingers. Trace those tattoos that covered his chest. Feel his body shake beneath mine. 

“Yes,” I said, my voice a breathless moan. Clearing my throat, I spoke again, “Yes, I want to play.”

His lips twitched into a smile as he lifted his bottle, tossing it back in one gulp. “Grab a drink, it’s a drinking game.”

Walking closer to him, I sat on the edge of the bed. My back ramrod straight, I didn’t even know his name, but I wanted him. This was a bad idea. “What game is it?”

“Never have I ever.” He said, sitting the empty bottle on the table. “One of us will ask a question, if we’ve done it. We drink.”