Absolutely Unforgivable(5)

“So do you live nearby?” Oh my God, why did I just ask him that? I hope he didn’t think I was hinting to go back to his place. What is wrong with me?

“Yes, I’m at the Radisson around the corner.”

“The Radisson? That’s a hotel. Are you not staying long?”

“Another year or so,” he said with his head tilted slightly, wondering perhaps where my line of questioning was headed.

“That’s a long time to live in a hotel. Who lives in a hotel for that long?” I blurted out, while quickly realizing I probably shouldn’t have drank so much, at least not if I wanted the thoughts in my head not to come flying out of my mouth.

“No, no you don’t understand. It’s not just some cramped hotel room. It’s like a little apartment, with a kitchen, living room and two separate bedrooms, one of which I use for my office.”

“A hotel room with a kitchen?” I had a hard time imagining what it could have looked like in my head, probably in large part to the margaritas. “I want to see it!”

“Sure, okay. I guess that would be okay.” He said as if he was almost hesitant about taking me back to his place.

After dinner we made our way to his hotel. When I entered the room I saw what he had meant. It really was like an apartment, but it wasn’t little by any means. I had lived in little apartments and this was anything but that. The hotel room opened up into a spacious living room, and a half wall at the other end of the room, separated the living room from the kitchen. On each side of the living room was a bedroom, each with its own private bathroom.

First he showed me his office and then we made our way to his bedroom. I looked at the king size bed and winced at the thought of how many women he has been with in that very room. I started to walk back into the living room but then he said something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

“You know, you are the first girl I’ve brought back to my room before.” I turned my head to look at him. Surely he wasn’t serious. He looked over at me with an innocent look on his face.

“What do you mean? How is that possible? I see how girls fall over themselves to even get the opportunity to sit next to you.”

“Oh I’m not saying I’ve never been with a woman before. I just don’t bring them home with me. I just …” he paused as if to give thought to what he was about to say, “I don’t like to shit where I eat.” He had a devilish grin on his face as the words left his mouth.

I rolled my eyes and walked back into the living room. My gaze shot back to his eyes as I took my seat at the wide bar that separates the living room from the kitchen area and saw he was watching me watch him, yet allowing the perusal.

“Have you seen enough?” he said with a half-smile. “Or did you come hoping for me?” I stammered, my mouth unable to form a reply.

His white polo shirt hugged his broad shoulders, so stark and sexy set against his olive skin. Maybe I had come for more. What was I doing? I should leave now before I do or say something I regret. I started to stand up and grab my purse but he stopped me. His wide smile fell just slightly. “No please, I was just joking.”

His hands cupped my cheeks as he softly said “Please stay.” The tender, encompassing nature of the embrace made me want to give him whatever he wanted. His lips brushed mine but he didn’t kiss me, at least not yet. Instead he lingered there for just a moment, drawing out the anticipation of our first kiss.

He was surprisingly tender, gazing down at me, his green eyes were soft and seductive. He was a great kisser and I melted in his strong arms as he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom while my hands twisted in his thick dark hair. His body was heavy on top of mine, but in spite of the urgency of his passion, he was gentle with me.

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I had never been a late sleeper and woke up with the sunrise the next morning. I propped myself up on one elbow and spent several minutes enjoying the novelty of watching Jeromy sleep. Then with a gentle grunt, he rolled over and crawled out of bed, almost as if he had forgotten I was there. I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover my still naked body, but he was not so modest.

He stood there in front of me, partly stretching with one arm in the air and the other scratching his stomach. “Hey you,” he murmured and then gave me a wide smile. It was that smile, more than anything that melted my heart.

Jeromy crawled back in bed to be next to me. “What are you trying to hide? Is there any part I haven’t already seen?” He said with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t answer. I just pulled the sheet tighter over my body as red rushed to my cheeks. Jeromy titled his head a bit and eyed me curiously. “Are you really not going to let me see?”