A soft knock on my door wakes me from my much-needed, deep sleep, and for a moment I'm convinced that the knocking is not on my door but someone else's.
But then I hear it again, a little louder, and it forces me to reach out for my phone that's loading on the nightstand to my right.
I wince at the bright light, and then note that it's a little after three. The hotel is dead quiet, except for that damn knock on my door that now seems to become more determined.
I groan and reach for the bedside lamp, flicking it on before kicking the blankets off my form and stumbling to the door. This better be a fucking emergency.
Once unlocked, my still sleepy eyes are met with Jo. A bubbly, slightly grinning, excited-looking Jo, who is wearing black leggings and a grey hoody above a pair of trapped, black Dr. Martin boots.
"Can you make up your mind before we head to bed?" I ask her, slightly annoyed, while I step aside so she can enter my room. "This is the third time this week, Jo. Trust me, it's not a big deal to crash in my bed after I've fucked you in it."
She rolls her eyes, her happy expression still there as she marches into my room. "You don't have to be so rude about it."
"I'm not rude. I'm dead tired and we need to be on set in five hours." I close the door and then walk to my bed again, flopping down on it when it's within reach. "You coming?"
A moment later, I feel the bed dip at my feet before she crawls over my legs. When she reaches my ass, she sits down, a leg on each side before she leans over me. "I'm not here to sleep in your bed."
She mumbles in my ear, her long hair tickling my back and her fingers ghosting over my sides, just underneath my armpits.
I squirm slightly as my body reacts to her touch. "You're gonna sleep on the floor then?"
She giggles and then bounces up and down a few times, taking me and the bouncy mattress with her. "No. I want to do something else."
"It's three in the morning, Langford. Go do it on your own." I still have my eyes closed, but I would be lying if I say that sleep is still my number one priority right now.
She's spiked my curiosity, although a small part of me still hopes I'm able to convince her to take off her clothes and jump in beside me. To sleep.
Because I've been waiting to sleep with her for one month now.
"I can't do it on my own. I need you for it." Her nails rake over my skin once more, and I yelp and turn over at the ticklish feeling. As a result, I throw Jo off me, and she ends up next to me on the mattress while she giggles.
"Gosh, you're never that ticklish when I do it while I have my mouth-"
"If you finish that sentence, I'm not gonna be able to concentrate on anything else you're going to tell me," I warn her while moving to my side and opening my eyes.
I find her already looking at me, her head turned and her shiny, blue-grey eyes wide awake.
"Fine," she huffs. "I'm here because I need you."
"For what?" I counter, raising my eyebrow for good measure but laying still otherwise.
"I need you to take me to set and fuck me in that BMW."
My head snaps up as my eyes widen, and in reaction, a blush spreads across her cheeks as an amused grin takes over her lips.
"You're insane." I shake my head and then drop it back onto my pillow before closing my eyes again. "And I think you also bumped your head on your way here."
