Beg For It

Chapter 4

I returned to my apartment building after the most eventful day ever, and it was only the first. I dropped my purse on my way in, threw off my heels and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket kindly gifted to us by the staff of this building. I unbuttoned my blouse, so it was slightly parted, exposing my collar bones. I headed straight for the living area and slumped myself into the corner of the sofa. I was exhausted. It had just gone 5.30pm, and the only thing I had eaten was a ham and cheese sandwich for my lunch. I was starving. On the coffee table in front of me, was a room service menu, so I grabbed it and browsed the menu for a while. I felt guilty for not waiting for Gabriel, but he finishes work later than me, so I couldn't wait. I phoned room service using the telephone in the kitchen. The speed dial for room service was #1 which was perfect. I decided to order my self a Caesar salad, and yoghurt dessert. My mouth watered just at the thought of it.

I returned to the sofa as I waited for my room service to arrive. I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I can't stop thinking about Jonah. I cringed at the thought of him seeing me fall, that could not have been more embarrassing. I was still in awe at his compelling handsomeness, and those eyes. His eyes were out of this world. I wanted more. I reminisced over the touch of his hand on my face, and how sensational it was.

I started to doze off, thinking about Jonah, plus my food was taking forever. My eyelids were slightly parted as I began to fall asleep, until I heard the telephone ring. Who could it be? That's odd. I shot up, rubbing my eyes from exhaustion. I reached for the telephone. Before I could even speak or say hello, from down the phone I heard a deep husky voice, "Hello, Blake. I hope you thought about me the way I have been thinking about you". It was him! I could tell by his monotone voice. How could I respond to that? Excitement rushed through my body, I let out a silent scream and shifted on my feet.
"Is this-"
"Yes" he answered sharply.
"How?" Silly question, he owned the building I lived in, plus he is one of the most powerful men alive.
"How isn't the question, but why, however is what you should be asking" he said teasingly.
His words froze me for a moment. He wanted me for something. What? Why? What could he possibly want? To go out of his way to call my building.

"Blake." I froze again at the sound of his voice. "Yes, what is it I can help you with Mr. Grayson?" I replied.
"I wanted to hear your voice. Today I wanted you. There's something about you, I must have it." He said playfully. Ugh. It was so daunting. "Oh, must you?" I shot back, shocked by his words. Surprised at my usually timid self, I'd never really been one to flirt. "Yes, I'd like to know more, see more and have more" he said enthusiastically. Is he serious? We've only just met. A simple 'can I take you out for dinner?' would have sufficed. "Well, Mr. Grayson, we've only just met and I'm sure that it is highly unprofessional of you to be talking to your employees like that." The phone went silent for a moment. "But, Blake-"
"Goodnight, Mr. Grayson" I ended the call and took a deep breath. That was was so weird. Is it true that he could be a sex-obsessed jerk like I'd heard? Mom warned me about men like that. I've never really had a serious relationship before. The longest relationship I ever had was for 6 months, and we broke up 2 years ago. I was in college at the time, the guy I was with was in a band. We met at a party in a bathroom. He wore studded leather jackets and owned a motorbike. I liked his 'bad boy' aura, until I found out he was a creep. The sex was hot and he was handsome, but I had to cut ties before things got really weird. I've been on a few dates since, but I hadn't really been focused on settling down with anybody. I certainly didn't want to be with someone just after starting fresh in a new City. I don't want to be with a man like Jonah Grayson anyway, someone who wants to fuck me at first glance.

I showered and got my self ready for bed. I'd eaten and I was now prepared for some sleep. It was only 7.30, the sky was still bright and Gabe was still not home. I thought back to that phone call, and it replayed in my head. I cringed. Ugh, what an asshole. I didn't want to think about it anymore so I got myself into bed. I lay there until I fell asleep.