Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Good morning, Ms. Weber,” the woman greets me. “How can we help you this morning?”
“Hi,” I return, looking toward the bathroom when I hear the shower go on and then she shrieks.
“Oh, that’s fucking cold.” I smile and sit up on her side of the bed.
“By any chance do you guys have burgers available?”
“We don’t,” she answers, “but we do have the hangover breakfast sandwich, which is served on a house-made bagel, scrambled eggs, sausage patty, and your choice of cheese.”
“We’ll take one of those with American cheese,” I tell her, “and a plate of French fries.”
“We have hash browns,” she quickly says.
“Is there any way we can get fries?” I ask and shake my head.
“I will see with the kitchen,” she says as I order two poached eggs with a side of fruit, even a stack of pancakes, and a pot of coffee. “Should be up to you in about twenty minutes,” she states and I hang up.
I take a deep inhale as I sit on the bed and look around at the clothes scattered throughout the room. I toss the covers off of me, walking toward the clothes and picking up my boxers. Which I put on before I snatch up my pants and I’m about to put them on, but stop when the sound of my phone vibrating on the side table has me walking over to it. Looking at the screen, I see a picture of my father on it, as the phone sits right next to the empty condom wrapper.
I pick up the phone and connect it, putting it to my ear before looking over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door. “Hey,” I answer.
“Not trying to be that kind of parent,” he starts off saying and I have to laugh.
“Considering I’m over thirty, I didn’t think you were.”
“Just wanted to make sure you were safe and to remind you we have lunch plans with the Stone family.” I close my eyes. “But I also really hope you didn’t do something stupid last night.”
I chuckle as I hear the water in the shower turn off. “I didn’t do anything stupid last night,” I assure him, but my head screams at me I did the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life, “and my flight is at two, so I’ll be skipping lunch.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later, then,” he says as I hear the door to the bathroom open.
“Yup,” I confirm and disconnect the phone before he hears Ariella’s voice.
“That felt good,” she declares, coming out wrapped in a robe, her hair wound up in a white towel. I put the phone back down on the side table as I take her in when she bends and picks up her dress from last night, going over to the suitcase on the luggage rack in the corner. “Did you order?”
“I did, and it pains me to be the bearer of bad news,” I deadpan as she looks over at me.
“Don’t do it.” She points at me. “Don’t be that…” She trails off when I hold up my hand.
“But they had no burger.” Her head falls back and she looks up at the ceiling but her eyes are closed. “However, they did have a hangover sandwich that sounds like it’s going to clog your arteries, so you should be covered.”
“Yes,” she hisses happily as she fists her hand and raises it to the sky. The crisis of the burger now a memory. “Fries?” She looks back at me, holding her dress to her chest.
“She said she had hash browns,” I reply and her arms hang in defeat, “but she said she’ll talk to the kitchen.”
“Well, you did your best,” she huffs, and I can’t help but laugh, “too bad it wasn’t good enough.”
“Wow.” I shake my head. “I’m going to go and drown myself in the shower now.”
“Godspeed,” she tells me, and I walk past her, not knowing if I should stop and kiss her or just go to the bathroom. She makes the decision for me by looking back at her suitcase and I walk to the bathroom.
I toss my pants on the counter before closing the door and my eyes catch sight of another empty condom wrapper in the garbage. I’ve never once travelled with condoms in my wallet. I mean, I did when I was in college, but I’m over thirty and not interested in random hookups. Plus, I was with Tiffany, and it wasn’t like I was going to pick up someone on a road trip. For some reason I can’t even explain, I grabbed a row of three condoms from my bedside table before I came here. I don’t know what the reason was, but I guess my present self is happy with my past self. I get into the shower and immediately dunk my head under the warm water, putting my hands on the tiled wall in front of me. The shower is barely big enough for me, but somehow the two of us fit last night. I mean, I was on my knees for a good portion of it, and then she quickly got down on her knees to return the favor. My cock gets rock hard when I close my eyes and picture her taking me in her mouth.