I'll Tell You Later

Chapter SIX

His POV

Cinnamon. 

"Dude, are you listening? "

"I'm 21 and not your 'dude' ." I answered my annoying 12 year old cousin.

"Whatever man... " Lorenzo said as he looked back down at his phone in disappointment.

"Not your 'man' either. Would it kill you to be normal for once? "

"Don't bother, " I said just as he was about to answer.

Cinnamon.

I got up as soon as I registered that thought, which happened to be the same time that Lorenzo had just said " Dude, I said it's whatever, man. "

"Geez bro! No need to be so aggressive! " he said.

I could barely process what he just said, just the 'Cinnamon ' echoes ricocheting in my head.

" What are you saying? "

Cinnamon.

"Nothing, " Lorenzo said with a sigh.

" Look," I started, " I'm going to go. There's something that is urgent which I need to attend to."

Cinnamon

"Just go." Lorenzo grumbled.

Cinnamon

"I'll be back soon... " I trailed off already distracted by the repetitive thoughts I had of her. 
"I have to make a call."

These thoughts of her were becoming more and more frequent and it was frightening me.
So I went over to my room and reached for the pair of jeans I was wearing yesterday to dig for the most insignificant item in my life that I now valued more than the sports cars I own.

I went into near cardiac arrest when I felt around for the napkin and couldn't find it. Then I remembered that I had put it on the dashboard of my G-wagon. Or maybe it was inside the glove compartment...

I quickly grabbed my keys, wallet and phone making my way out of the house with a hasty "I'll be back. There's food in the fridge " thrown at Lorenzo.

When I got to the car I saw it there. The little piece of tissue that was worth so much right now. I quickly got it and rang up the number written on it.

When no one answered for the first few rings I sort of panicked. But then came her voice from the other side of the line "Hello," she said.  Her voice was so calm, like she had been expecting the call and already knew it was me calling.

"Hey," I was surprised I was able to speak normally and not stutter or swallow my words.
" So is there any chance that I could, at least, get your name? "I asked.

There was a brief pause before she answered with "Pinewood Hotel. Penthouse suit. 1 hour. " and then the line went silent.

With a smirk on my face, I made my way towards the said hotel immediately in the hopes of getting to her before she expected.

I drove slowly to the hotel and made my way towards the entrance when I arrived. I checked the time to see that I had 10 minutes before the hour was up.

Just then, the same white Mini Cooper I had seen yesterday at the restaurant, was backing out of the secluded parking area and into the general drive way.

That's when I saw her.

Her hair was a brilliant blaze of red that flowed gently to her generously built hips. Her long legs were clad in jeans that shaped her well and complimented her figure.

The sleeves of her black top were pulled up as she expertly made her way, in shoes that would have my younger sister on her knees at their sight, to collect her car.

Her full lips were carved into a smirk as her green eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. She looked happy. I realized that she had just come off the phone when she suddenly gave a little laugh that failed to make it's way to my ears, leaving me yearning to hear it, got in her car and left.

She left. Right before my eyes.
Pinewood Hotel. Penthouse suite. 1 hour.

I contemplated calling her again and even following her but then decided that I didn't mind a little chase. I drove back out of the hotel and headed back to my place.

There's nothing I hated more than an easy woman, and she was definitely not easy.