She smiles but then she catches herself and raises an eyebrow.
“What are you doing here Sebastian?” she asks with a sigh.
“I came to borrow a cup of sugar,” I grin.
She rolls her eyes but she steps back from the door. I go inside and close it before she can change her mind. It isn’t so much a room she’s staying in as a suite. I am standing in what looks like a high end lounge complete with a large, plush looking white couch with a wooden trim and a huge TV opposite it. A low coffee table has been pushed to one side. Doors open off the room which I assume lead to the bedrooms and the bathroom. A large glass door leads to a balcony which is big enough for three sun loungers, a table and four chairs.
“Nice room,” I say. “It’s almost as big as my apartment.”
“Yes. And it has the advantage of room service and a cleaner. You didn’t come here to talk me about my hotel room though did you? I don’t have all day. I’m on my way out. Now what do you want?” she says.
“Where are you going?” I ask, stalling because I’m suddenly not sure I’m ready for the grand gesture anymore.
“None of your damned business,” she retorts.
I move closer to her, inching in until I’m standing close enough to her that our bodies are almost touching. I lean my head even closer until I can feel her hair tickling my skin. I tuck it behind her ear. She doesn’t stop me. I whisper into her ear.
“Wherever it is, you’re sure going to make an impression. You’re stunning.”
She looks down and smiles up at me through her long eyelashes. My cock is twitching, hardening, ready for her. I reach out and gently stroke her face.
“That dress looks great on you,” I say.
She steps back, laughing and shaking her head. Well shit. I actually thought my charm was working on her. I should have known better. Kimberley isn’t one for compliments. She prefers real talk. She always has. If I want to get her to stay, I’ll have to come up with something of substance. Something that will make it worth her while to stick around for.
“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to get back into my good books Sebastian,” she says. “Now if you don’t mind, like I said, I’m on my way out.”
She picks up her handbag and moves towards the door. I remind myself that I’m not going to let her walk away from me again. It’s time for the grand gesture whether I’m ready or not.
“I missed you too,” I blurt out.
She looks back at me and for a second her face softens, but then it hardens again and she shakes her head.
“Too little too late Sebastian,” she says softly.
She wants to believe me though. She wants to stay. If she didn’t, she would be out of the door now. I just have to find a way to let her stay without losing face.
“I tell you what, I’ll do you a deal,” I say. “Rock paper scissors. If I win, you stay and we talk. If you win, I’ll leave.”
“What are you talking about? Why do you even want me to stay after you were so adamant that what happened between us was a mistake?” she says.
“I was stupid to say that. Now stop avoiding the question. Are we playing?” I ask.
I smile at her and watch as she softens again. She never could stay mad at me for long. I know I’ve almost convinced her. She glances at the door and then back at me. I could still lose her. She could still tell me to take a hike. I have to push it slightly, make her stay.
“What’s the matter Kimberley? Are you scared you’ll lose?”
“No. I just can’t work out what’s in it for me. Why would I stay?”
“Because you get the pleasure of my company all evening,” I smile. “And if you win, then you can go out and enjoy your night on a high.”
She shakes her head but she’s laughing.
“Fine. You’re on,” she says.
She comes back towards me and stands a couple of feet away.
“On three?” she asks.
I nod and we count together.
“One. Two. Three.”
We draw and Kimberley goes for rock just like I knew she would. It means she wants to stay. It was a running joke between us when we were younger that Kimberley always went for rock at this game. She must remember that. She knows I do and she knows I’ll go for paper and beat her. If she didn’t want to stay, she wouldn’t have gone for rock. I go for paper, just Kimberley knew I would, and I smirk at her.
“Looks like you got all dressed up for nothing,” I say.
She looks ready to argue with me, even now knowing I know she chose to stay, she is still so scared of losing face that she’s acting like she’s kind of pissed off to have lost the game, but she puts her handbag down beside her as she sits down on the couch.
A game is a game and while Kimberley doesn’t lose games often, when she does, she’ll pout like hell but she’ll suffer the consequences. Although I’d like to think an evening in my company is more pleasurable than suffering.
“Well? You wanted to talk and now you’ve got me here. So talk,” she says.
She pulls her phone out and begins to type out a text. I sit down beside her and try to take her phone away from her.
“No pouting. You knew the rules of the game,” I say.
She keeps her grip on her phone.
“I’m not pouting. I’m cancelling my plans,” she says. “I agreed to stay but I didn’t agree to be rude about it.”
She makes a fair point and I nod and gesture at her to carry on. She finishes sending the text and puts her phone
