Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

I chuckled at her remark, she was such a joker, and I love that about her.

"The menu for room service is over there if you wanna take a look?" I said, tipping my head in it's direction.

She broke free from me and went to retrieve it.

"You can have anything you want! Take a look and I'll go dig some movies out!" I said, venturing into the bedroom to bring my bag in.

I walked in, I stared at the bed, oh god, I didn't know whether the butterflies in my stomach were because I was scared of sleeping with her, or, looking forward to it.

I shook the thought from my head and grabbed my bag, I dragged it back into the living room, hoisting it onto the sofa beside where Grace was now sat examining the menu.

"It all sounds so amazing! I want everything!" She exclaimed.

I chuckled, "Then let's order everything!"

She looked at me like I'd gone insane!

"What?! You can't be serious, there's like 70 separate dishes on here!" She laughed waving the menu at me.

"So?! You wanna try everything don't you?! Besides, what we don't eat we can give to the crew!" I insisted.

She made a defeated noise, she knew I was being sensible...ish.

"Can you even afford all this?!" She still sounded astonished.

I gave a loud laugh, "Why would I say it if I couldn't afford it?!"

I eyed up the phone.

Shrugging and walking to the phone I spoke, "Well, I'm starving and, I could eat that whole menu to myself so, I'm gonna order everything, and if you like, you can have some when it comes okay?" I grinned as she was laughing at my mocking tone.

I started to dial the number.

"Wait, you're not joking. Are you?" She said seriously.

"Watch." I said putting the phone to my ear, "Hi! We'd like one of everything please! We're in Room 170. Thank you ma'am!"