He Wants To Order Novels & Stories

he admitted. "Same," I responded. "Do you want to go out for dinner?" "Ughh, I'm too tired. The trip home was exhausting," I whined. "Let's just order in then," he decided. "I didn't expect a famous producer like you to be someone who orders delivery," I chimed in. "I do express delivery, of course," he acknowledged and I roll my eyes at him as he laughs. "What are you in the mood for?" He inquired.

I murmured. He looks back up to me. "Good. I'm pleased to have you all to myself. He can always get his turn after all" He licks his lips. "So, how was work, love?" "It was good, thanks." The waiter interrupts the moment, as he walks in and pulls out a notepad and pen. "Good evening, sir. What would you like to order?" "Hmm, I would like the oysters, please." Ugh, the way his sculpted lips mutter those words, fuck.

"I'm ordering pizza." ‎‎ ‎ "I want Chinese takeout!" ‎‎ ‎ "Get out." ‎

He…he shouldn't recognize me. “I'm afraid not, Sir. Is there anything I can help you with?” He continued staring, as if looking right through me —right through my lie. Nonetheless, he shook his head. “I'd like a coffee. Black,” typical of him. Very professionally, I looked back into my screen, carefully typing out his order. “Is there anything else you'd like to add?” “No,” he said plainly and I felt his gaze digging holes into my head. “Would you like to dine-in or takeaway?” He pondered over the question before answering.

He sat up on the bed and leaned his head on her shoulder. "Just some stuff." He said. "What kind of stuff?" "I am hungry, are you?" He asked. "Is that what you were thinking about?" "Not really but I am hungry. I think pizza will do for me." He said, lifting his head so he was looking at her. "Well as long as it's got extra cheese then it will do for me too." She said. He nodded his head. "Well I am going to take a shower, you can order it." She said, standing up from the bed and she stretched her arms.

The kind of glow that says I'm happy because the person I like likes me too? "Alright," he murmured. He then turned to the crew. "Two bacon cheese burgers," he said. He then looked back at me. "Do you want fries with it?" "Yeah. Sure." "What about drinks?" "Iced tea would be good." "Please add fries and two iced tea," he mumbled to the crew. The crew then repeated our orders before he left.

He says. I was like, it's about time he gets it, he-he, I thought. He picks up the phone in the room to order room service. “Hello, I would like to order, please.” He says. “Ok, Sir, what would you like to order?” someone said on the phone to him. “I would like- what would you like, baby-doll?” He asked. ” I would like the Surf and Turf, please, with a chef salad and sushi, please. Oh, and please a Dr.Pepper.” I said.

“Alright then, Mrs. Lazy pants. We can order in. What do you feel like eating?” “Something spicy, I guess. Could we get some spicy tacos or something?” I asked. “Whatever you want,” he said, then he leaned in, placed a kiss on my forehead, and stood up. “I’ll be right back then. Let me go place the order”. “Kk,” I responded, then got on my phone and began texting Sammy.

“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble?” “Dead sure. Don’t worry about it.” My stomach growls loudly and it has me saying, “They should serve food here.” “We can order takeout.” My eyebrows lift with excitement. “Really? I would kill for a burger and fries.” He pulls a phone out of his pocket, and I watch as he calls someone and tells whoever is on the other end of the line, “Order a burger and fries and bring it to the room.” I’m once again struck with a feeling that I know him from somewhere.

Then he saunters over to the cash register, ready to order. “Good morning, Phoebe,” he says, lips forming a small smile on his sexy lips. “Morning, Adrian,” I’m a bit flustered under his gaze and clear my throat, hoping I won’t sound nervous. “What would you like to order?” He continues smiling. “A vanilla latte with an extra shot of vanilla, please.” “A vanilla latte with an extra shot of vanilla...” I mumble while tapping it into the computer. I then look up with a perfect, sunny smile. “Would you like anything else?”