I’m just thanking my good luck right now that this reception desk is high enough to hide the massive boner I’m sporting.
“Hello,” she says. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips.
Jesus, she has the sweetest looking mouth. The kind of cherry red lips you want to suck on. The kind of lips I want to see sucking me off.
I only wish I could see her eyes. Eyes are my other thing aside from legs. I like them big, but she’s wearing huge ass sunglasses. I hate it when women do that. It’s sunny, you wear sunglasses. Not at eight in the goddamn evening.
Realizing I haven’t spoken a word in reply, and have done nothing but stare at this girl for an insane amount of time, I find my voice and ask, “How can I help?”
There are a few different ways she could answer that question. One involves her telling me to bend her over this reception desk and…
“I, uh, need a room.”
Jesus, her voice is as sweet as light molasses.
My dick twitches, pulsing hard against my, now, incredibly tight jeans.
I need this hard on to disappear.
I can do this. My dick does not rule me. I’m in control here.
Think of being some chick’s boyfriend, Matthews. The stage five clinger from earlier…
And there you go. Down boy.
Hot girl steps close to the counter and sets her bags to the floor.
She smells good. Like a mixture of vanilla and expensive perfume.
I want to lean in close and inhale.
And possibly lick her.
She moistens her lips again before speaking. It’s really distracting. “Beth, the girl at the diner in town? She sent me here. Said you’d have a room available.”
I pull my eyes from her lips and stare into those ugly ass sunglasses. All I get is my own reflection back. Which is not a bad thing, I just really want to see her without them on.
I wonder if she’d be offended if I reached over and pulled them off?
Clearing my head and throat, I say, “We do. How long do want to stay for?”
“Um.” She tilts her chin down and shifts on her feet. “I’m not sure … two weeks?”
Two weeks. This is just the kind of money we could do with right now. If I can keep my hands off her that is.
“Are you asking or telling me?”
Wow, I sounded like a complete ass**le then.
She looks uncomfortable.
And I feel like shit.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Her hand reaches up and starts to pull on her lower lip – it’s actually kind of hot watching her tug on that lip. It’s definitely turning me on again. Okay, so again is probably the wrong word since I haven’t been ‘off’ since I laid eyes on her.
Letting go of the lip that I most certainly want to suck on, she folds her arms. “I want to stay for two weeks, and I’m asking if you have a room available for that long?”
Forcing my eyes from her, I look down at the booking sheet.
Like I have to check. Of course I have a room free for two weeks. We don’t have another booking coming until next week, and that’s the Perry’s who stay every year for their anniversary. I just needed a reprieve before I do something stupid, like hit on her.
God, I want to hit on her. So bad.
Clear your head, Matthews. No hitting on the hot tourist.
You can do this.
Right. I’ll put her in Lakeview. It’s the most expensive room we have. And the nicest. The kind of room a girl like her should stay in.
And judging from the flashy Mercedes I can see parked outside, I’m guessing she can more than afford it.
Also, it’s the one room I haven’t had sex in. Not that it matters in regards to her, but Mom and Dad spent their first night as a married couple in Lakeview. That’s why I steer clear of it.
“We do,” I say. “It’s one hundred and seventy five a night.”
“That’s fine,” she replies. She doesn’t even blink.
Like I thought. Loaded. I wonder if it’s Daddy’s money, or maybe she has a husband?
She doesn’t look old enough to be married, but who knows the ages of women nowadays. Earlier this year, I banged a chick who looked twenty, but she was thirty. The marvels of plastic surgery.
I give a quick check to her ring finger. Empty.
Picking up a pen, I mark out the week. I pull out a booking form from the drawer for her to fill out her details, then slide it across the counter to her, putting the pen I was just using beside it.
“Fill this out with your name and home address.”
She picks the pen up. I notice her hand is trembling. Odd. Is she nervous, or afraid?
Not a damn reason she would have to be afraid, so I’m betting on nervous.
Now why would a hot girl like her be nervous around me? Only one reason. She wants a piece. They always do.
Hey, I’m not an arrogant ass. I’m just aware of how I look. And most women like how I look. Okay, all women like how I look. It’s the hair and tattoos. They like the bad boys, and I’m bad. What can I say?
But this girl is not worldly. I can tell. This one is inexperienced, hence the nerves. Maybe she’s a virgin.
Nah, she can’t be a virgin looking like she does.
She finishes filling out her details and hands the paper back to me. Her fingers brush mine in the exchange. She snatches her hand back like touching me is a big no-no.
Odd. Women usually can’t wait to get their hands on me.
I glance down at her name on the paper in my hand.
Mia Monroe.
Huh. Like Marilyn Monroe, but not.