"Give me the towel," I say frustratedly. "I'm freezing my butt off."
"What is the name of that one girl?"
"What???" I ask confused? "What girl are you talking about??"
"The one from Disney, Selma something," he says with humor in his voice.
"Wait, who??? There is no Selma in Disney," I say shivering. "Do you mean Selena, Selena Gomez?????"
"Yes, that one. Isn't she the one who sang that 'if you want it come and get it' song?"
"Are you serious right now?" I ask poking my head out of the shower. "Give me my towel!!"
"Fine," he says wagging it in my face. "Take it."
I reach for it and he steps back with a smirk on his face.
"You couldn't have thought I would give in so easily, could you?"
Just then there's a knock on the door and he drops the towel over the doorway before heading for the door.
I take that as my opportunity to quickly dry myself off with the towel and wrap myself in it before stepping out.
"It's room service," he says not bothering to look back at me. "Do you want anything?"
"Meat," I say putting on my bra. I feel eyes on me from the back and clip my bra before turning around, not forgetting to wrap my towel around myself first.
"Eyes on me," I hear him say to someone. "It's rude to stare."
"I'm sorry sir," the server says looking down.
"What did you want?"
"Meat," I say sitting down at the edge of the bed. "As much of it as you've got."
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"I didn't know I was so hungry," I say finally finished. "Wow."
"You can eat," he says taking a sip of his water.
"Yeah," I say looking at his salad. "Every time I eat salad I feel like I'm eating grass."
"How would you know what grass taste like?" He asks putting some into his mouth.
"Every kid has eaten grass at some point in their life," I say reminiscing. "One of the many funny moments of my childhood looking back now."
"Not I," he says mouthful. "I have never eaten grass as a child."
"Well then your mother must've pampered you all your life. Refusing to let anything happen to you. Making sure you eat your vegetables and drink lots of water."
"I never had a mother," he says taking a long sip. "I wish someone would've done that for me."
"I'm sorry," I say feeling hot suddenly. "I didn't know your mother was dead."
"Oh, trust me, she isn't dead. She refuses to die," he says bitterly.
"Then?"
"I've just never had a mother," he says cleaning his mouth.
"What happened?"
"I'd prefer not to speak about it at this moment."
"Okay."
He goes in the bathroom to shower and ironically enough, he forgets his towel as well.
"Could you hand me a towel," he yells from inside the bathroom.
I grab it and smile to myself.
"Here," I say wagging the towel to him. "If you want it come and get it."
"Ms. Jenkins, is this your way of telling me you would like to see me naked?" He asks with humor in his voice.
"All I'm saying is, if you want the towel, come and get the towel."
"Very well," he says stepping out.
My eyes bulge at the sight.
He's so big. Very, very big.
"You like?" He asks slowly taking the towel from my hands.
I close my eyes and shutter in pleasure as I feel him beginning to push through the towel I have on.
"Take it off," he urges as he corners me against the door.
"No," I say opening my eyes. "Remember?"
He pulls away and begins to rub the towel on himself not missing down there.
"Don't stare so much," he says with a smirk on his face.
"Sorry," I say turning around.
"You can turn around," he says after a few seconds."If I want, I could rip your towel and fuck you senseless."
My breathing hitches.
"But I won't," he says cornering me once again. "Do you know why?" He asks looking at my lips.
"N-no."
"Because we have a dinner to go to," he says smiling. "But when we get back." His hands fall down and he moves around me and is out the door.
