Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Fourteen: Crimson.

"Okay." Venable reached for her suitcase and followed to the left of their shared living room. After she closed the door, her eyes scanned the bedroom; it was huge. There was a big window to the left, as well a king-sized bed just like the one she had at home. The nightstands were clear wood and the rug was soft fur. Near the bathroom, a small couch and table stood. Thank God we're not sharing a bathroom. Or a bedroom. Getting changed in front of anyone was a huge no. She could at least lock the door and have some privacy like that. After kicking her heels off, Wilhemina checked the bathroom. Of course it was huge, with a large tube and a large shower as well. Even the chandelier there was fancy. The towels were white and as soft as cotton. Everything smelled marvelously. Are all hotels like that? Venable assumed only the fancier ones would have all that room.

After using the bathroom and finding herself some slippers, Wilhemina walked back to the living room. She was hoping they could order something that arrived fast, for she was absolutely starving. Billie Dean was still getting changed, so Venable sat down on the table and reached for her phone in her pocket; Emma had texted her again. 'Nice! How's your room?' Wilhemina quickly answered her. 'It's gorgeous. Me and Billie Dean are sharing the same bedroom, I suppose, but they're divided by a living room.' Venable wasn't sure how to put it in better words, so she just hit send. The door to her right cracked open, and Billie Dean stepped out of it in baggy sweatpants and a sweater, hair still in curls and makeup still in place. It was so odd to see Billie Dean in, quote on quote, normal clothes; she was always dressed so nicely.

"Sorry I took so long," Billie Dean sat down in front of Venable.

"You didn't. I just sat down." Wilhemia set her phone aside. Billie Dean looked a little better, now; her eyes weren't as red anymore.

"That's good." My feet are killing me. Billie Dean wasn't sure what else she could do. I should put my feet up. But she wanted to have a nice meal with Wilhemina. "What are you in the mood for?" Venable frowned. Billie chuckled softly. "To eat. What are you in the mood to eat?"

"Oh—" Wilhemina's cheeks tinted slightly. Billie Dean kept her eyes glued on her, with that constant kindness in them. "Anything you want."

Billie Dean hummed. She reached for the small menu on top of the table, reading all of the options the hotel offered. "Pizza?"

"Pizza?"

"Mhm." Billie arched her eyebrows teasingly. "Too wild for you?"

"What?"

Billie Dean couldn't help but laugh at Venable's face; she stared at her like she had seen something out of this world. "You seem to be someone who enjoys order."

"I do." Confused, Wilhemina shifted on her chair. What did that had to do with food?

"Have you ever eaten pizza at four p.m.?"

"Of course not." Oh. Billie Dean's statement made sense. Her cheeks flushed a little more. Billie Dean laughed loudly.

Leaning closer, Billie bit her lower lip and smiled cheekily. "Would you like to go wild with me?" Even though the question was innocent, Venable gulped quietly. Shyly, she nodded, cheeks hot. "Pizza it is, then. Which toppings?"

Wilhemina had to concentrate on the task to be able to think again. She sat up a little better. "Cheese...?"

"A classic," Billie Dean hummed. Seeing Wilhemina so flushed was something she was enjoying perhaps a little too much. "A big cheese pizza?"

"That sounds good." Venable nodded.

"I'll order, then." Billie Dean walked to the telephone at the corner of the room and called reception. She smiled playfully at Wilhemina as she leaned against the wall. "Hello, this is room sixty-three. We'd like to order the biggest cheese pizza you have." As the man on the other side spoke, Billie winked at Venable; Wilhemina let out a quiet laugh. "Yes, for now. And also..." Brown eyes scanned the menu again. "Do you have any ice cream?" Once again, she eyed Venable. She looks like a child seeing life for the first time. Had Venable ever been in a hotel room before? She had the same look of wonder she did when they were in the plane, earlier. Maybe that's just who she truly is. "The bigger one, please. Chocolate?" She arched her eyebrows to Wilhemina in a questioning manner. Venable nooded. "Chocolate, yes. Alright, thank you." She set the phone back down. "It should be here in an hour max."