Forget Hollywood, I Just Want Her

Chapter Two

**Easton’s POV**

The vibrations of the bass coming out of the speakers gave me a headache. Don't get me wrong, I love my Lil' Wayne. Just not at midnight when my head is pounding and I don't have any Advil on me. 

"Sienna, can you turn that down babe?" I could only laugh as my girl bobbed her head to the beat and tried to keep up with the insane speed of the verse. There was absolutely no way the girl was ever going to make a business in rapping.

"Sure, E." Sienna hit the button to mute the volume, and then grabbed a chilled water bottle. Moving next to me, she set my head on her bony lap and applied the icy water to my head.

"That feels so much better babe. Thank you." I slightly groaned as the cold numbed my headache.

"Sienna?"

"Hmmmm?" She mumbled.

"What did you think of the movie? Be honest."

"E, you always tell me to be honest about your movies. I would never lie to you. I think 'Bot' was great. It already had record sales on opening night. You always make a blockbuster hit, babe. I'm always so, so, so proud of you." Sienna smiled as she continued to reassure me.

"You're right. I just always worry that the movie isn't what the fans want. My number on goal is to please them." I told this to Sienna honestly. It is true though, I work to please people. The money, fame, girls, and celebrity status are just the perks that come along with everything. Not that I'm complaining...

"Well, the only thing that bothered me was the shot of your abs in the movie. They are mine and mine only to enjoy." Sienna's voices dropped a few octaves to a low and sexy whisper. Fucking torture. She ran her hands up my shirt a little, repeating her words. God, this girl turned me on so easily. Easton West does have it all.

"Babe, we're back at the hotel." Sienna quickly turned off the sex act, bringing me back to reality and eliminating all of the dirty thoughts running through my head.

We climbed out of the limo and tipped the driver, thanking him as well. I took one last look at the sleek, black limo. A gorgeous ride for a gorgeous couple.

Sienna and I slowly made our way to the revolving door of the hotel. Both of us, being a little drunk on tequila from the limo, went around in circles for a while. One of those doors would make a nice entrance to my condo in Los Angeles...

After our little burst of fun, and a fit of giggles, we walked up to the front desk of the lobby. The hotel, being a Hilton, was obviously the best of the best. 

"Mr. West, Sienna. Welcome to the Hilton. How may I help you tonight?" The young brunette who worked the front desk had to force her greeting out. Someone was obviously jealous of Sienna, who was practically feeling me up as I attempted to check in.

"Hi. I booked a room. The suite…"

"Yes, of course Mr. West. I just need your credit card and I.D."

"Here you go." I tossed both cards at the woman, and then turned to Sienna. Soon enough, one kiss turned into a full make out session. The front desk attendant cleared her throat.

"Mr. West, you are all checked in. Would you please excuse yourself to your room? The other guests have other things to witness..." That bitch was fired. The manager of this hotel was going to get a lovely letter from Easton West. I grabbed my cards and pulled Sienna by the hand to the elevator. I didn't even look back to thank the Hilton staff member. She didn't deserve my thanks.

"Babe, what floor are we on? Iwannapressthebutton!" I smirked at Sienna as her voice slurred. 

"23." Sienna pressed the button with such force; I thought that the whole elevator was going to break.