I’m so deep in the idea of Nathan, so entangled in something I don’t even understand, the only thing that frightens me more than jumping in is the fear that I’ll wake up any minute and all this will be a dream.
Even worse, that the man himself might come to his senses and think better of his choice for the weekend.
But his own words ring in my ears as he asks the manager if there’s a more discreet way back up to our suite.
‘…the best weekend of your life. Maybe even more than just a weekend.’
I shiver again, watching myself try to control the shaking of my hands as he helps me out of my chair like a true gentleman.
This is real, and so is he. There’s no pressure, but I can’t help but feel the same level of urgency boiling inside me I know he feels too.
He knows what he wants, and I know what I need.
And there’s no other way to find out what happens next until I jump off the ledge, falling deeper and faster towards him.
Chapter Ten
Nathan
It’s not that late, but being alone for so long and working when the mood strikes, I can go for days and weeks staying up until all hours before sleeping well into the afternoon.
But I get the feeling Lucy is an early to bed, early to rise type of girl.
I try to convince her to have dessert, hoping she’s not denying herself just for my sake but I’m not gonna order just for me and eat it in front of her either.
If we can’t share it or have one each, then I can go without.
She’s far sweeter anyway, and I haven’t forgotten my promise of filling her up if she still has room after dinner.
The manager shows us through to a service elevator, one that will take us up to our floor, and only after he tries once again to overcompensate with apologies. Offering me a change of rooms, but I decline.
I’ve got everything I need right here.
The closer we get to our rooms though, the tenser Lucy seems to get.
I give up asking if she’s okay for the third time before we even get inside.
“I’m fine,” she chimes cheerfully, reminding me what a great time we just had, how delicious dinner was.
Once we’re in the suite again and we hear the door close behind us, we both sort of just freeze, neither one of us wanting to break this evening apart by going to our separate rooms just yet.
Least of all me.
But I can feel her tension still like she’s more worried about what will happen if nothing happens rather than if something happens.
She’s so close to me I can see the pulsing vein in her neck.
It’s doing a foxtrot to match mine, and the thick rod I’ve managed to keep hidden up the front of my pants doesn’t feel like it’s going down anytime soon either.
Hasn’t since we both sat down to dinner.
“I had a great time,” she says again, shifting nervously on her feet.
I’m not sure if she wants to be free of me for the night or have me take her for the night, and I’m done waiting or playing games.
It’s now, I’ve told her I want her and we’re here alone.
Now’s my moment to take things to the next level.
Our eyes have locked and I move closer to her, watching her crane her neck up and even stand up on tippy toes.
Waiting for me to lean in and kiss her.
I hook my arm around her waist and gently guide her towards me until our bodies touch. A little sound of satisfaction escaping from us both as I bend down watching her eyes close as she wets her lips momentarily.
“Mine,” I whisper to her, feeling her yield under me as I take her weight, pulling her up towards me, lighter than air.
I couldn’t write a better finish to our evening. One that will finally break down any lingering barriers between us, bringing us closer together with a kiss so that I can finally-
Hear the sound of her phone ring again.
She gasps before I can reach her lips, her body tense all over again.
The sound of her phone ringing cutting through the air like a knife.
The kind they use to castrate cattle.
The dulling blade of interruption. The rain on my parade. The call she was supposed to make but its calling her instead.
I don’t even have to look or ask, nor tell her not to answer it.
I know who it is.
For a guy I’ve never met, I suddenly feel like I know a lot more about him than I’d like to, and I’m already dreading the day I tell him that his daughter is mine.
Why?
Because I know he’s not the kind of guy to let things go without a fight.