Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“Not so much no. But I do have a reservation for one of the finest hotels in the city. They tend to have quite nice liquor stocked if you’re into that sort of thing.”
I cock a glance at him. “You were going to take the governor back to a private room with your Dad?”
Elias stares at me as he connects the dot. “I never thought it was weird until you said it like that. No. We weren’t planning on, uh, getting to know the governor better. It was just a place for us to keep talking privately and make use of that stocked bar I just mentioned. Public figures typically want to avoid drinking where people can see them.”
“Slightest stumble and you are front page news the next morning. I get it.”
“Exactly. So, would you like to join me? It’s another reservation I would hate to go to waste.”
This guy is so forward. So honest.
I kind of like it. I was never super-old fashioned where I required four months of courtship before I’d even consider a first date. It’s all a bit sudden, though. Especially with how we met.
If this was some scheme to prevent me from sueing the county for this, it all seemed a bit overboard.
“Fine. Sure. It’s not like I gotta open the bakery first thing tomorrow morning now that you’ve shut it down.”
He smiles, and waves down a waiter for the check.
I’m so nervous as I follow him out of the restaurant, still feeling like quite the fish out of water. There’s a brief feeling of normalcy as we ride a taxi to our next stop, then it’s right back to sticking out like a sore thumb. The doorman is dressed better than I am, and we go into the elevator to ride it up, standing alongside three men in matching tan suits.
Elias’s hand meets mine, and he pulls me closer. Despite me not looking like the type of girl you’d see with guys like this? He didn’t care. He saw something in me that he really liked.
What that is is a complete mystery to me, but hey, I’m not going to complain.
We head to the room. We enter, and I’m immediately taken aback by how classy it is.
“Take off your shoes. Take off everything else, too, if that makes you feel comfortable.”
I shoot him a playful glare. He counters with one of his own.
“Just make yourself at home.”
I slide off my worn sneakers, not exactly the type of shoe that normally walks across this carpet. It’s plush and lush, and I’m feeling a bit spoiled. I didn’t think you could have rugs this soft.
There is a large, wide window. The entire city of Smithport is below, its lights a beautiful pattern beneath a gorgeous purple sky. I’ve never seen a view like this, and I savor it. Who knows if I’d ever get another chance.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” he asks, as I turn back to him. He had taken off his jacket and undid a few of the buttons of his shirt. Just enough to tempt me to want to see more of him.
I still had a slight buzz from the wine at the restaurant. Not enough to be anywhere near drunk, but enough to take the edge off, and maybe to make certain bad decisions a bit more palatable to me. “Sure. I’ll try some more of your fancy booze.”
It’s all a bit of a dream. Like some sort of weird fairy tale, except usually the rich guy in those stories are CEOs or something similar, not health inspectors, which ranks pretty low on the ‘sexy job’ charts.
Elias makes it work for him, though.
We both know where this is going. What we both want. We’re grown adults with desires and basic pattern recognition.
Especially as we sit down on the edge of the king-sized master bed.
I glance around the room. It’s pretty typical once I get used to the luxury. The ludicrously sized television, the antique-looking dressers, the curtains that are probably made of a nicer material than anything in my wardrobe. “As fancy as this place is, I can’t help but think so much dirty stuff has gone on in these rooms.”
“Well yes, this is popular with politicians. No shortage of nasty stuff there.”
I look into his eyes. He looks at mine. I’d never thought I’d be the type to fall for a rich boy’s charms. I guess there are exceptions for everything.
We lean into one another. We both take another sip of our drinks, before setting them down. Then, we grow closer. Our faces meet, his head tilts, he goes for it. We kiss.
The second time, but this time with no audience, it gets a whole lot hotter than the first.
His hands wrap around me, pulling me closer, his embrace firm yet tender. I finally get to feel those muscles of his, how toned he is. I unbutton his shirt, letting it slide off him, and we soon tumble onto the bed.