Don't Change The Way You Think Of Me

Strange Bedfellows

Brian's POV

This has been the weirdest two days of my life.  Yesterday, I meet this woman and at first I thought she was fucking hot, then after she slapped me and talked down to me I couldn't stand her.  Today she spent the day with my friends behind my back and then calls them HER band. As I walked to her car, it all played out in my mind. By the time I got to her car I was angry again. My night was ruined thanks to her. I got in ready to tell her to go away after tonight, but she was asleep in the passenger seat, I woke her up when we reached the hotel and helped her put on my jacket so that the broken strap on her top was covered. I helped her get checked in, even though she wasn't quite as wasted as before.  I made sure she made it up to her room. My good deed was done, all I had to do now was hang out downstairs and wait for Damien to pick me up.  I tried to retreat quickly, but that didn't happen.

"Well here's your suite. You should be good now."

"What are you going to do until your ride gets here?" She asked.

"I figure I'll just hang out in the lobby."

"I'm not going to let you do all of this for me and then have you wait around in the hotel lobby," she was insistent "wait here in my room."

"I'd better not, Damien won't know where to find me." I wasn't sure if I wanted to go in with her. What if I say something wrong and she thinks I'm coming on to her again?

"I'll let the front desk know that you're expecting someone and they'll call when he's here."

"Well okay, I guess that will work." I was trapped.

I walked into the suite. It was bigger than Matt and Val's apartment. "Wow! This must cost a fortune!" She seemed to ignore my statement.

"Let's have a bottle of wine brought up." She said.

"Haven't you had enough to drink tonight?"

"What happened in the parking lot was very sobering. A glass or two of wine will relax me."

"Okay." It sounded good since I never had a chance to drink a beer at Johnny's. I figure she owed me anyway.

She called and ordered a bottle of wine to be sent up to the room.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower? It may be my imagination, but I swear I smell like that jerk's cheap cologne." I nodded. "Great, will you get the door when room service comes?" I nodded again, for some reason I was a little turned on when she talked about taking a shower. I scolded myself internally. This chick is off limits for more than one reason. I convinced myself that she would piss me off again soon enough and I wasn't going to be there that long. My thought process was interrupted by room service at the door. He wheeled the bottle of wine in and opened it. He gave me a receipt to sign and I quickly scribble my name and handed it back to him. He stood there with his hand out, it took me a moment to realize he was waiting for a tip. I had no fucking idea what the tip should be. I  reached in my pocket and I only had a little over $30, so I gave the guy $10. He looked at me with a tinge of disgust, but he could go fuck himself.

Paisley came out of the bedroom with a hotel robe on, she seemed a little embarrassed.

"I don't have any other clothes." She explained, even though I hadn't said a word.

"That's okay, you look great in that robe."  I scolded myself internally Damn it, Haner that's going to piss her off. But she just smiled and didn't respond.

I poured each of us a glass of wine, handing her a glass. She sat down on the couch, I sat in a chair right next to the couch. She took a long sip.