Games and Pleasure

Chapter 12: Room service

CHAPTER TWELVE

Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk.
-Unknown

Room 676. Harry opened the door, holding it wide open for me to step inside.

I glanced around the room. Jeez, he was in a suite. The furnishings were quite picturesque, so many shades of white, cream and blue covered the massive walls.

"It's beautiful." I told him admiring every single detail.

He smiled and walked over to a medium sized bar and pulled open the door of a mini fridge. More alcohol? Please god, no.

"You need some water." He grabbed a glass from the countertop and filled it with ice before pouring down some cold water from the fridge.

Fuck, after I stepped foot into this room all my bravery and audacity disappeared. I felt... Intimidated. Yes, intimidated. What was I suppose to say? What did he expect me to do?

"Thank you." I murmured, thankful that it was only water.

I walked towards him and grabbed the glass from his hand. I took a sip, then another and another, while he glanced down at me. Damn, I didn't realize I was so damn thirsty.

"More?" He smiled fondly.

"I'm fine, thank you."

He softly took the glass from me and placed it back on top of the counter.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"Inside the bedroom." He pointed to a double-door half opened.

"I'll be right back."

I smiled politely at him before turning on my heel and making my way inside the bedroom.

Holy fuck, it only had one bed, one big, full of white pillows bed. Really? What were you expecting? My subconscious groaned. I audibly gulped and kept walking until I reached the bathroom. Well, at least it was big enough to avoid any physical contact with him.

I locked myself inside the bathroom and quickly made my way to the white sink under a large mirror. My reflection wasn't as bad as I had imagined, my makeup was still on, and my hair didn't look so messy, it almost looked the same. Sergio's work was amazing.

I breathed and turned on the sink to wash my hands. I was feeling better, way better. Maybe it was the cold water or the fact that this whole situation was keeping me wide awake.

This fucking dress was getting uncomfortable and the heels, let's no talk about the heels. Shit, I wasn't prepared for this, I needed a tooth brush, comfortable clothes, makeup removal and I was so hungry! Why did I have to agree?!

My subconscious glared at me in disapproval.

When I left the bathroom Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, the trace of a smile appeared on his face as he gazed at me saying nothing.

"I need a toothbrush." I shyly said standing just outside the bathroom.

He stood up and stalked towards me. "I'll call Robert, he'll buy you whatever you need."

Buy me whatever I need? What?

"Who's Robert?" I frowned and he playfully picked my nose. He was close enough for me to touch, hell, to smell even.

"Don't do that." He said referring to my frowning.

Oh shit, I immediately relaxed my face.

"Robert works for me, he's one of the few people I can trust." He continued. "What do you need?"

"Jus a toothbrush." I couldn't ask him for clean clothes or makeup removal, they idea of him spending money on me was uncomfortable enough.