Chapter 34

The ringing of my phone woke me. I didn’t even open my eyes, it would go to voicemail. Except it rang again. And again. Jay was still asleep, his arm around me, so I slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake him.

I picked up my phone. It was Jenny. Shit. I’d forgotten to text. She must be worried sick. I rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.

“Hi,” I said.

“You’re okay?” Her voice was frantic, and guilt filled me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text. We got… distracted.”

“What did he say was going on with Calvin?”

“He didn’t know anything about Calvin. But he told me everything.”

“What?”

“Well, he’s rich. Really rich, which explains the three grand he spent on lingerie. He didn’t tell me because he wanted to make sure I was interested in him and not his money.” My voice rushed the words, but I kept it low to avoid waking Jay.

“Get out.”

“Yes! And it makes sense.” As I said the words, another thought hit me, but I knew better than to bring it up with Jenny.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m so happy for you. Calvin must just have been talking drunken shit.”

“I think so. I have to go, ‘night.”

I hung up and crawled back into bed, taking my place beside Jay and pulling his arm around me. My mind churned but his closeness comforted me. Still, my whirring mind kept me from falling back asleep and my restlessness woke him.

* * *

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Nothing.”

He nudged me and said, “Tell me, I don’t want you to keep any secrets from me.”

“So you’re rich,” I said, my voice hesitant.

“Afraid so.”

“But there’s nothing else?”

“Afraid not.”

“But then why couldn’t I take your picture?”

Jay inhaled. My eyes searched the darkness, waiting for his response.

“I hate having my photo taken.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes, I always have. I’m camera shy. Or I guess insecure about my looks.”

“There is no way you are insecure about your looks. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“Yeah, but you know what it’s like, what I see and what you see are different things.”

I thought only women were like that.

“I don’t believe it, you are so incredible looking. You must have girls falling all over you.”

“Yeah, but they just want my money, not me.”

I bumped my butt into him, laughing. “I don’t think the money is what they’re after. They want a piece of your ass.”

“Whatever. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we’re not going to leave this room. We’ll get room service and I’m going to fuck you the whole day long.”

I laughed, but he quieted. I closed my eyes to sleep, thinking about all the things he would do to me in the morning.

* * *

A gentle rocking woke me. I was groggy and wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep but remembered having a sexy dream. Jay’s cock was inside of me, methodically moving in and out as he cupped my breast. The realization made me tingle and I let out a soft moan of approval.

I twisted my head, aching for his lips. In one smooth action, he had slid out of me, rolled me onto my back and ended up on top of me. He leaned down and with a closed mouth kissed my lips. In my state somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness, the softness of his lips intoxicated me and I floated into bliss.

Jay slid into me again without breaking our kiss. His slow movement kept me in my drugged state, my body responding with a strange mix of excitement and sedation. My hips soon fell into his rhythm, and my insides lazily built and climbed until I was coming. Mellow waves pulsed through my body. With a quiet grunt, he pushed into me, releasing his seed into me.

I wanted him to lay on me, to sleep inside of me. To keep the connection between us. Never fully awake anyway, my eyes closed, and I began to drift back to sleep. He left me, and I was vaguely aware of him lying beside me before I fell into a deep slumber.

* * *

The sound of Jay’s voice woke me in the morning. I opened my eyes but I couldn’t see him. He must have been ordering room service for breakfast. Except he sounded angry. I reached for the remote and flicked on the TV, searching for something that wasn’t the news or a cartoon.

“Fine,” he said, coming around the corner and putting his phone in his pocket.

“I thought we weren’t getting dressed today.”

He came along my side of the bed and kissed my forehead. I latched my arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. He tasted minty fresh and must have already showered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, puzzled.

“Something’s come up and I can’t stay.”

“Huh?”

I wanted to drag him into bed with me and undress him. But he pulled back and stood looking down at me.

“I want to stay, trust me. It’s just business, I have to go.”

“Oh, okay.” I tried to suppress my disappointment. I guess people didn’t get rich working nine to five. If business comes up on a weekend, he had to go.

“I brought another disposable cell phone. I slipped it in your purse so you wouldn’t forget it this time.”

“Does that mean you’re not coming back to the hotel?”

“Yeah, but the bill’s settled, so take as long as you want here.”

My heart sank.

“Will I ever be able to have a normal relationship with you?”

“Yes. I promise. It should all be sorted out this week.”

“Can you pass me my keys and wallet?” he asked, gesturing to his bedside table.

“Sure.” I wiggled my body over the bed and picked them up.

Bentley key fob. Wow, he wasn’t kidding about being rich. I’d lifted his wallet halfway to Jay, when it occurred to me — his driver’s license photo. Those are the worst pictures anyone can have taken of themselves. If I made him see the beauty in it, he might understand how gorgeous he is. I snapped the wallet back to me and began to open it.

“What are you doing?” he said, snatching the wallet from my hand.

“I wanted to see your license photo,” I protested.

“No. I’ll text you.”

Dumbfounded, I watched as he turned and walked away. The hotel room door opened and clicked shut behind him.

I couldn’t decide if his departure was a reflection of me or not. Why the sudden change in plans? And I couldn’t shake the warning bells over the whole non-contact, disposable phone thing. What did our relationship have to do with a business deal?

The need to pee finally won out over my reluctance to leave my bed, and I left the comfort behind. Once up I wanted out of that room as fast as possible.

I threw on my clothes from the night before, leaving my ripped bra where it had landed when Jay had taken it off me, and hurried home.