in between bites.
He casts me a bold smile.
"Don't worry. I'm not a thief," he promises. "Is there anything in particular that you need?"
"Well, um. My phone?" I reply. "Or just... I don't know. I am not exactly prepared to stay over for an entire weekend."
I hesitate. We are just having lunch. He never actually said anything about me staying over until tomorrow.
"I mean, not that I-"
"It's okay," he interrupts. "I would love for you to stay another night, Renee. I want to know if there's anything I can get you, so you would feel better about doing so."
I quietly dig into my pizza slice instead of giving him an answer. But he is watching me, observing, waiting.
"It's okay," I mumble eventually. "I'll be okay."
He rolls his eyes.
"This is an order, little girl," he says. "Tell me what you need so I can get it for you. Or I'll tie you up to the bed posts for the rest of the weekend. Naked. With no food and no opportunity to leave."
I frown at him. "You wouldn't do that."
"Oh, I damn sure would," he objects.
"Clothes," I say. "I'd like to have something to wear. And a toothbrush. And a hairbrush."
He takes another bite from his pizza and smiles contentedly.
"Oh, and my powder makeup," I add. "Or in short: My purse with all of its contents."
"Good girl," he says after, grinning at me. "I'll see what I can do."
We don't finish the pizza, mostly because I am incapable of eating as much as I normally would without the intimidating gaze of Cedric Crow on me.
He excuses himself for a few minutes after we are done eating.
I remain by myself, sitting on the sofa, wearing nothing but the softest bathrobe that my body has ever been wrapped in. The food has made me sleepy, and I can hardly keep my eyes open as I scan the view that stretches in front of me. Judging by the light outside, I would assume that it is early afternoon by now. The city is buzzing with life below me as people are out and about, shopping or pursuing whatever leisure activities they prefer to spend their weekends with.
What will I tell people when they ask me how my weekend has been?
Oh, nothing special. Spent the entire weekend at Cedric Crow's luxury penthouse, getting fucked and pleased in ways that I have never experienced before and having pizza with him on his designer couch .
I smile dreamily at the thought of actually telling people exactly that. It is the truth, but no one would believe it. Especially not since it is coming from me.
Why am I so tired again? It must be the food. Or the soft fabric of the robe that my body is encompassed in.
I have no idea where Cedric went off to. After all, who knows how many rooms this place has. Maybe he wanted to get some more writing done. I know he wouldn't tell me if that was the case. He would just go and do it, confident that I won't dare to sneak up on him again.
I lay back on the couch and close my eyes. Just for a minute. It's just so cozy. I feel so at home, so relaxed.
A faint sigh escapes my lips as I doze off.
I am still alone when I wake up. Or so I think at first.
I am warm, too warm, actually. Instead of waking me up, he has put a blanket over me. I am stretched out on the couch, still disoriented, squinting sleepily. For the first moments, I completely forget where I am.
Until I turn around and see him sitting in an armchair on the other side of the coffee table, holding a tablet in his lap. He is dressed up, wearing dark suit pants and a white shirt. His hair is fixed, too. Neatly combed to the side as it was during his show, exposing the well-defined undercut at the side of his head. Freakishly handsome.
Especially compared to me. I pull the blanket all the way up to my nose in an attempt to hide the ruffled mess that I am sure I must represent right now. How embarrassing.
"Did you have a good nap?" he asks without looking up from his tablet.
I startle. "Err... sorry, I-"
"Don't be sorry," he interrupts me. "I had things to do. You had every right to rest, little girl.
He casts me a bold smile.
"Don't worry. I'm not a thief," he promises. "Is there anything in particular that you need?"
"Well, um. My phone?" I reply. "Or just... I don't know. I am not exactly prepared to stay over for an entire weekend."
I hesitate. We are just having lunch. He never actually said anything about me staying over until tomorrow.
"I mean, not that I-"
"It's okay," he interrupts. "I would love for you to stay another night, Renee. I want to know if there's anything I can get you, so you would feel better about doing so."
I quietly dig into my pizza slice instead of giving him an answer. But he is watching me, observing, waiting.
"It's okay," I mumble eventually. "I'll be okay."
He rolls his eyes.
"This is an order, little girl," he says. "Tell me what you need so I can get it for you. Or I'll tie you up to the bed posts for the rest of the weekend. Naked. With no food and no opportunity to leave."
I frown at him. "You wouldn't do that."
"Oh, I damn sure would," he objects.
"Clothes," I say. "I'd like to have something to wear. And a toothbrush. And a hairbrush."
He takes another bite from his pizza and smiles contentedly.
"Oh, and my powder makeup," I add. "Or in short: My purse with all of its contents."
"Good girl," he says after, grinning at me. "I'll see what I can do."
We don't finish the pizza, mostly because I am incapable of eating as much as I normally would without the intimidating gaze of Cedric Crow on me.
He excuses himself for a few minutes after we are done eating.
I remain by myself, sitting on the sofa, wearing nothing but the softest bathrobe that my body has ever been wrapped in. The food has made me sleepy, and I can hardly keep my eyes open as I scan the view that stretches in front of me. Judging by the light outside, I would assume that it is early afternoon by now. The city is buzzing with life below me as people are out and about, shopping or pursuing whatever leisure activities they prefer to spend their weekends with.
What will I tell people when they ask me how my weekend has been?
Oh, nothing special. Spent the entire weekend at Cedric Crow's luxury penthouse, getting fucked and pleased in ways that I have never experienced before and having pizza with him on his designer couch .
I smile dreamily at the thought of actually telling people exactly that. It is the truth, but no one would believe it. Especially not since it is coming from me.
Why am I so tired again? It must be the food. Or the soft fabric of the robe that my body is encompassed in.
I have no idea where Cedric went off to. After all, who knows how many rooms this place has. Maybe he wanted to get some more writing done. I know he wouldn't tell me if that was the case. He would just go and do it, confident that I won't dare to sneak up on him again.
I lay back on the couch and close my eyes. Just for a minute. It's just so cozy. I feel so at home, so relaxed.
A faint sigh escapes my lips as I doze off.
I am still alone when I wake up. Or so I think at first.
I am warm, too warm, actually. Instead of waking me up, he has put a blanket over me. I am stretched out on the couch, still disoriented, squinting sleepily. For the first moments, I completely forget where I am.
Until I turn around and see him sitting in an armchair on the other side of the coffee table, holding a tablet in his lap. He is dressed up, wearing dark suit pants and a white shirt. His hair is fixed, too. Neatly combed to the side as it was during his show, exposing the well-defined undercut at the side of his head. Freakishly handsome.
Especially compared to me. I pull the blanket all the way up to my nose in an attempt to hide the ruffled mess that I am sure I must represent right now. How embarrassing.
"Did you have a good nap?" he asks without looking up from his tablet.
I startle. "Err... sorry, I-"
"Don't be sorry," he interrupts me. "I had things to do. You had every right to rest, little girl.
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