His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Eleven

“A king bed please,” Sylvester asked the front desk clerk of the Stylish Mariana Hotel. Maria wanted him just to go to one of the motels near her place, but he insisted on bringing her here. A place where she couldn’t afford her own room.

She tugged on the arm of his jacket. “Two queens.”

“I’m paying, so I’m going to decide.”

His tone didn’t leave any room for debate and neither did the heated gaze that he turned on her. His eyes said, if you defy me, I’m going to do something about it. And given his choice of life style, she knew he would, and the thought gave her a tingling feeling in her lower regions, daring her to defy him.

But she couldn’t. The thought of sharing a bed with him was intimidating enough. She’s never shared a bed with a guy before. What side was she supposed to sleep on? What was he going to expect from her? Did he want sex? Well, duh! That’s a no brainer, idiot.

Her heart kicked up a notch, pounding away against her rib cage, as she looked up at his profile. She couldn’t say she was surprised to see the picture on Becky’s phone. The man was definitely sex personified and any artist would be excited to paint him. She was already beginning to work him into a character for her book, without him knowing of course. He had a cliché style about him though: tall, dark, and handsome. But she didn’t care. Her body liked him, so she knew her readers would, too.

“Why don’t you head up to the room? I’ve gotta run across the street to the grocery store for a minute.” she told him. There was no way she was going to spend the night with him without some toothpaste and a toothbrush, along with deodorant. And maybe something for protection, too, in case he didn’t have anything. They left his place pretty quickly.

“Okay.”

“Did you need me to pick up anything for you?”

“I’m good.”

Well, she’d get him a toothbrush, too, just in case. Or would he take that as a hint that he had bad breath. Darn it! Maria rushed off, leaving him staring after her with the room key in one hand and the alcohol in the other. She needed to get out of his presence for a few minutes and catch her breath. She knew guys hated shopping so the excuse suited the moment perfectly.

“Don’t be long,” he shouted.

Maria raced across the street and didn’t stop until she got into the grocery store, then breathed a huge sigh of relief to finally be in one of her favorite places. She loved food, loved shopping for groceries. If she wasn’t getting lost in a book, she was in the kitchen seeing what new dish she could whip up. Becky always told her that she should become a cook, but that didn’t give her the free time to write.

After wasting as much time as she could, grabbing the much needed essentials, she stood outside the grocery store staring at the hotel across the street. The building stood 15 stories tall, with spacious balconies that had glass railings starting up on the second floor. It had a futuristic style about it, like something you’d see along the strip in Las Vegas.

It had to have cost Sylvester a pretty penny since it was the middle of June and peak season had just begun. They didn’t live in an overly large city in British Columbia, but they had some tourist spots that brought them traffic during the summer months.

Taking a deep breath, she returned to the hotel and took the stairs to the second floor. She couldn’t help but wonder if Sylvester did the same, like they did at her place. Elevators were now death traps in her mind. Yet, she couldn’t help but vividly remember what they did to pass the time and it made her wet even before she reached the door to their room.