Sit Still, Look Pretty || COMPLETE (Book 1)

Stop Staring!

I just stand there, in the doorway, drooling over what I see. His hair is a beautiful light brown, it looks so soft. He's wearing a, I don't know what you call them, room service? Bellboy? Anyway, he's wearing some sort of uniform. He looks amazing in a uniform.

You are staring again you freak! STOP staring at him! Stop it!

Stop.

Stop!

STOP!

STOP!!

STOP!!!

I can't stop staring! Why can't I to-

"Uhum!" He clears his throat, just like he did earlier.

He's smirking again.

There's an awkward silence. And then I snap out of it.

"How much do I owe you?" I ask going over to my purse.

"You actually eat this stuff?" He looks at the salad in disgust.

"What's wrong with a salad?" I ask curiously.

"What's right with salad."

This makes me laugh.

"Nice pyjamas." He comments, eye raping me.

I look down at my low cut, spaghetti strapped, purple top and my matching short shorts.

"Nice uniform," I reply, checking him out all over again. His muscles show through his red jacket thing. How is that even possible, he looks my age!

"Noah." He says out of thin air.

"Huh?" I say dopily.

"My name. Noah." He smirks, running his hand through his hair.

"Ooh. I'm Riley." I smile sweetly.

Another awkward silence.

He's checking you out again. Suck your stomach in.

I thought I said no food! Ugh. . . It doesn't matter, you can always throw up later. You fat bitch!

"How much do I owe you?" I ask again.

"Five dollars." He says dismissively. "How long are you here for?"

"Two weeks." I walk over to my bed to grab my purse. I drop it by 'accident' and bend down to pick it up. I'm so evil. I chuckle to myself.

I slip an extra dollar bill in with the money before walking back over to him and handing him the money. I take the salad in my hands.

"What're you here for? Holiday?" He slips the money into the pocket of his jacket.

I don't know how I hadn't noticed before but, he has a sexy American accent that makes you melt on the inside.

"Um. . . Work actually." I say quietly. This is normally the part where I get used.

"Oh, yeah? What kinda work?" He winks suggestively. Great.

"M-modelling."

His sexy brown orbs stare into my blue ones.

"I should've known." He smirks, spinning on his heels and walking away.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself.

I can't believe I wrote my number on that extra dollar bill!

I close the door in a bit of a daze. What if he doesn't like me like that and I made a total fool of myself?

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I'm in the middle of throwing up when I hear a knock on my door. I flush the chain and brush my teeth vigorously before going to open the door.

There another, louder knock.

"I'm coming!" I Shout, opening the door.

It's my mother. She looks angry. When doesn't she?

"What've I done?"

"Where were you today?" She sits on the edge of the bed.

"I got up early this morning so I went and had a look around the hotel for an hour. Then I knocked on your door, but no one answered. The rest of the day I've been in here catching up on school work." I say truthfully.

Her features soften a little.

"Wow, you actually listened when I said to not go out of the building." She mumbled.

I roll my eyes and point at the door.

"I'd better get back to your sister." She smiles.

"Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out!" I smile under my breath.

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Should I explain her room more?

I hope everyone understands that Riley is extremely insecure about the way she looks, even though she's a model. 👱

I'm really sorry if when I'm explaining Noah I don't make it totally clear that he's a 'BAD BOY'. It's just that I've never written a bad boy character before xx 😎

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