“And what would you like?” the woman asked.
I whispered to Simone. “What are you hungry for?”
She widened her eyes. “Anything.”
“Okay.” I grinned and raised my voice. “Bring us a little bit of everything.”
“O-kay, sir.”
“Thank you.”
A beep came next.
“That was dope. I feel like I’m on some futuristic spaceship.” Simone quirked her eyebrows. “And did you just order the menu?”
“Yes. My princess is hungry.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. “I don’t want to brag or anything, but when it comes to breakfast...or any form of cooking...I’ve been told that...I’m excellent at ordering room service.”
“Wow.”
“That’s right.” I bowed my head a little. “Skills.”
She clapped for me. “Hard-earned skills.”
After we put on our robes, three servers brought up silver trays full of everything one would have for a gourmet breakfast buffet—crepes and poached eggs covered in hollandaise, French toast and freshly baked croissants, fingerling potatoes with bacon and omelets made from heavenly ingredients. And of course, lots and lots of mimosas.
Like kids, we ate on the bed cross-legged, stuffing our faces. Music played in the background. Tons of trays sat on crumpled silk sheets. We sampled each plate together, taking a bite here and there, never devouring the whole dish. Anything that I found especially pleasing, I fed to her. And she did the same.
This was the most alive I’d felt in a decade. No drug or party or horny groupie had ever made me this high. No concert or Grammy. No interview or tv appearance or movie cameo or anything had ever captured my soul like Simone and set it on fire.
No, not one.
I sipped my mimosa from the flute and returned it to the bedside table. “This is a perfect morning.”
“Yes, it is,” she mumbled through chewing.
Even her eating was sexy. I sat there transfixed. Maybe it was the cute way she dabbed at her mouth with her folded cloth napkin, after every few bites. Perhaps it was the lovely way she held her fork and the urge that came over me as I wished my cock was in her hand instead.
She licked the sauce off the fork.
I groaned in desire.
“Yes, Mr. Ferraro?”
“You make my cock hard with just the littlest things...like eating.”
A blush tinted those cheeks as bold words left those full lips. “You make me wet...just from talking.”
“Is that right, princess?”
“Yes.” She leaned back on several pillows behind her.
“Are you wet right now?”
Her voice went low and so fucking seductive, tugging at my cock. “Yes.”
“Damn you.” I slid over a few trays. A few lay near the edge of the bed, ready to fall over. And I felt just like those trays—close to the edge and almost toppling over.
My phone rang. I hadn’t talked to my parents for the holidays and no one called except them or Midnight.
“I’ll be right back, princess.” I leaned back the other way, grabbed it, and answered. “Hello?”
Midnight’s gruff voice came over the line. “You’re kidnapping people now?”
“What?”
“Ru said you kidnapped his singer.”
I gestured to Simone that I would be right back, left the suite’s bedroom, and walked into the living room. “First of all, Simone is not Ru’s singer. Let’s get that straight.”
Midnight’s voice held concern. “O-kay.”
I went onto the living room’s balcony so Simone wouldn’t hear our conversation. Freezing air bit at my skin. I tightened the robe, but it did nothing to guard me against the falling snow. “Second of all, Ru is lucky I’ve let him stay in my house with all the accusations he’s created and has been telling her. He’s just plotting and trying to mess things up between us.”
“Whoa. Whoa. What the fuck is going on, baby?” Midnight asked. “Is this the fucking Bold and the Beautiful, or are you all over there making music?”
“We’re enjoying ourselves.”
“It sounds like a soap opera is unfolding.”
“It’s not.” I gazed out at the unparalleled view of Salt Lake City, wishing Simone and I were farther away. Snow fell over the city, painting everything in a somber white.
“Ru thinks you’re being possessive and creepy. None of that made sense to me. I told Ru that you’re a player. That you would never fall for one chick. I even said that I watched you fuck five broads in one night and was still not satisfied.”
“Gee thanks, Midnight.” I shook my head. “I’m sure he’ll report that to Simone the next time he sees her. That’s the last thing he needs to hear.”
The line went quiet.
“Midnight?”
“Yo, Mee Mee give me a minute. I need some privacy,” Midnight said to his favorite manicurist. I heard movement over the line and then Midnight cleared his throat. “So...”
“Yeah.”
“Are you...”
I scrunched my face in annoyance. “What?”
“Are you fucking her?” Midnight asked.
“Since when have we talked about my sex life?”
“Shit, it’s been a minute. I thought you’d given up pussy altogether. And I wasn’t even going to shed a tear because you’ve had more than any man should in one lifetime.”