Did You Want To Go To My Hotel Room?

Cassie’s POV

“I’m sorry, but I hope I’m not ruining anything?” he asked, his lips curving into a flirty smile, and I had to mentally slap myself back to reality.

“No,” I slurred, forcing my eyes away from him, but my hormones were having a full-on field day. I hadn’t dated properly in years, which meant I hadn’t had sex in years either. Maybe that was why this sudden, desperate thirst for the man in front of me hit so hard.

“Something going on at work? You look distressed,” he said, but I barely heard the words. My attention was caught on the way his mouth moved, and I couldn’t stop wondering what else it could do.

“You’re good with your fingers,” I blurted, my gaze glued to the way his large fingers circled his glass. I had no idea why I found that so attractive… maybe it was the liquor.

“Wow. You’re checking me out?” His voice dropped, eyes narrowing in amusement, and I didn’t look away from those stormy gray eyes that seemed to make my body sizzle from the inside out.

“Yes. Can’t I do that?” I rasped, my throat tight as I downed another gulp of whiskey. “If you must know, I’m crazily curious about you. Not just your fingers.” The words tumbled out bold, reckless, maybe too bold.

I didn’t know what had gotten into me. I wasn’t just interested in his fingers; I wanted to know everything about him, even while some part of me craved the anonymity of us being nothing more than strangers meeting in a bar.

“What do you want to know, then? I can tell you anything… except my name.”

“Why not your name? Are you, like, a grim reaper?” I teased, brows furrowing in playful confusion.

He chuckled, deep and rich, and I just watched him laugh. Even his laugh sounded sexy, and I hated how perfect he seemed.

“Grim reaper? That’s a little far-fetched, princess. But no, I just think it’s more fun this way. You can tell me your darkest, most embarrassing secrets, and even if we bump into each other tomorrow, we’ll still be strangers. No names. No attachments.”

I liked his logic more than I should.

“That’s fine. I don’t need your name. And you don’t need mine,” I pouted, sipping again. He urged me to talk about work, and soon I was spilling everything. The bartender kept sneaking awkward glances at us, but I didn’t care.

I told him about Beatrice, about the years of being overlooked and cheated out of promotions. He cursed her right along with me, his sharp wit making me laugh, and even joked about hiring me himself if he owned a broadcasting house. Against all odds, I felt lighter. I couldn’t believe I’d found such a listener in a bar.

“Thank you… this makes me feel a bit lightheaded.” I chuckled, looking at him. Talking to him soothed me, but I couldn’t deny the deeper ache building inside. My imagination betrayed me, conjuring images of moaning his name while he fucked me into the mattress. Apparently, I was fucking him in my head while he was busy cussing out my boss.

“It’s nothing. Anything to make you feel good,” he murmured, patting my back. His touch set fire to my skin, and I knew then..I needed him. Tonight. Maybe this would be my consolation prize after losing everything else.

“Do you know what else would make me feel better?” I whispered, leaning in until our lips nearly grazed.

“What?” His voice had dropped, his gray eyes darkening as they flicked to my mouth.

“Do you want to sleep with me?,” I breathed. No hesitation. No filter.

Shock flickered across his face, and for a long, excruciating moment he just stared. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I cursed myself.

“I..I’m sorry, that was nonsense… blame the alcohol..” I stuttered, but he silenced me with a finger pressed gently against my lips.

“Do you want to come to my hotel room?” he asked, low and steady.

I nodded instantly. We both knew this wasn’t about seeing the interior of his suite.

“Mhmm,” I moaned as his mouth crashed onto mine, pinning me against the wall in a fierce, hungry kiss. By the time we stumbled into his hotel room, we were already lost in each other. Clothes forgotten, tongues warring for dominance, the kiss deepened until we broke apart, panting like we’d been running.

“That… was intense,” he said with a ragged breath, his eyes devouring me. I felt like I was burning alive under his gaze.

“I want you. Please, just fuck me,” I begged, shameless now.

“I want you too, princess. From the moment you walked into that bar, I wanted you.”

Our lips collided again, our hands exploring desperately, hungrily. And as the night claimed us, I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

Today, I’d quit the job I’d slaved for. Tonight, I’d fuck a stranger.

What a day.