Forbidden Serenade

Chapter Sixteen

Elijah ordered breakfast up to the room. We showered together. I had to use the products the hotel supplied, which was probably better than mine honestly. Elijah pulled new clothes from his suitcase and dressed. Meanwhile, I searched the suite in a fluffy robe for my clothes thrown on the floor last night. Walking into the bedroom with them, I could smell the scent of marijuana already radiating off them. When I lifted them to my nose, it crinkled in disgust.

Elijah laughed at me as I lowered the clothes in defeat. He walked over to the mess near his suitcase. "Here," he said, tossing a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants at me. "Put something new on."

I caught the clothes in my hands and lowered my eyes to them. The brief thought of whether they would fit crossed my mind. Elijah was taller than me. He had to be close to six-foot. He was also muscular and broad. It shouldn't be a problem. But what if they were tight? Or looked terrible on me?

Before I could speak any words of protest, Elijah's phone rang. Answering it, he winked at me before strolling out of the room. Pushing aside my self-consciousness, I stripped out of the robe and slid on Elijah's clothes. The shirt and pants both fit, though they hung long on me. His scent drifted up to my nose from them, cementing my decision to wear them.

Heading into the bathroom, I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to make myself look presentable. A few minutes later, I wandered out of the bedroom and found Elijah pouring us each a glass of orange juice at the dining room table. Platters of pancakes, sausage, eggs, fruit, and toast sat in the middle.

"You hungry?" he asked, glancing at me through his glasses he'd put on.

I paused a moment, soaking in the sight of him. He wasn't dressed for the stage, but there was something sexier about him. Barefoot with his glasses on. His hair was still wet from the shower. He looked vulnerable, in a way. He was a massive rock star photographed and seen by millions, but the public never got to see him like I currently was.

I willed myself to push past my insecurities and be the brave woman I had been last night. Elijah had watched me gorge on greasy, fattening foods at the carnival. Was it really a bad image for me if I sat down and ate a healthy breakfast with him now?

He smirked as I walked toward him. "You look so fucking hot in my clothes." He shrugged. "Not as good as naked, but fucking hot still."

I laughed lightly at his explicit compliment as I took a seat at the table.

Elijah sat down next to me, grabbing a plate and turning toward me. "What do you want?"

His question and action rendered me speechless. He was serving me? I was the mother and wife. I always served everyone. With Elijah, things were different. He treated me like a woman. Like me.

"Eggs, sausage, and toast. Please."

He filled my plate with some of each before filling his plate with some of everything. Sitting down beside me, we dove into the delicious food.

Taking a sip of the orange juice, I was delighted to find it was freshly squeezed. "Are you leaving today?"

He nodded and swallowed the bite of eggs in his mouth. "I've got to get back to Florida for a show tonight."

I lowered my cup in surprise and set it on the table. "Tonight?"

He nodded. "We're performing at a festival down there tonight and tomorrow."

I opened my mouth to vocalize my astonishment that he flew here just to see me, but his phone rang again.

Elijah mumbled some obscenities as he pulled it from his pocket. Standing from his chair, he stepped away to answer it.