Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Twenty-seven

I looked at him with concern on my face. "I don't have clothes here."

"Call a designer."

"Ok,"

I smiled, and he smiled back. Then I felt a rush of warmth between my legs, remembering what had just happened. I felt so close to him now, so connected. It was as if there was nothing else in the world but us.

He leaned over and kissed me softly, his hand cupping my cheek.

"Or you could just wear what you have on," he suggested with a grin. "I mean, it's not like anyone else here would mind."

"I don't think that is a good idea." I giggled. Pulling out my phone. I'm going to call him so hush." I dialed his number. It rang once before he picked it up. "Hey, it's me. I need you to bring me a new outfit. Something I can move in, but still look good in." I told him.

"Of course, I'll have it sent right over. Any preference on color or style?" He asked.

I thought for a moment. "Umm... something dark, maybe black? And just make it something comfortable; I'll be working all day." I answered, blushing slightly.

"Got it. Anything else you need?"

"No, I think that's good. Thank you."

"Yes, miss, it will be there in five."

He hung up, and I smiled, looking back at Gerald. "He says it'll be here in five."

Gerald nodded, watching me with those intense yellow eyes. "Good. In the meantime, why don't I bring you some breakfast?"

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave his side. But he gave me a reassuring smile, and I knew he'd be fine. "Okay," I agreed, standing up. "Can you bring me some potatoes and blood?."

"I don't know if I can get you some blood without the tools, but I can get you some potatoes. Also, here." He tossed me a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I smiled and grabbed them.

He left the room, and I started to get dressed, feeling a little more comfortable in the clothes he'd given me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart from our earlier encounter. The door opened again, and Gerald stepped inside, carrying a tray with a plate of potatoes and a glass of water.

"Here you go," he said, setting the tray down on the bedside table. "I hope you like them."

I nodded, sitting down cross-legged on the bed. "Thank you." I reached for the potatoes, my fingers brushing against his as I picked up the fork. He smiled at the small touch, his gaze lingering on my lips for a moment before he looked away.

We ate in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. It was combatable and calm. I fished for food and took a big gulp of water. The door rang, and I got up to check it. It was a man in black with an outfit covered in a plastic case. I thanked the man at the door before opening the clear bag he had placed on the table. It was a trench coat with a black turtleneck and black pants. There was also a pair of heels with a note on them. "Kick the back to make them into sneakers. It detaches the heal—pretty neat, right?

I glanced over at Gerald, who was still sitting on the floor, watching me intently. "Well, I should get dressed and get started." I picked up the new clothes and stood up, stepping out of the sweatpants and t-shirt he'd given me earlier.

Gerald's eyes followed me as I slipped into the new outfit. The pants were a little tight, but they felt comfortable enough, and the shirt was soft against my skin. I laced up the heels, transforming them into sneakers as instructed. They were actually pretty cool.