Page 18 of King of Clubs
Keep you posted.
Love you. xx
Placing my phone back in the drawer, I grabbed the pillow resting beside the one I'd slept on and drew in a deep breath. Andy knew Sebastian and despite the absurdity of this entire morning, if they both trusted me being here, I knew at a minimum, I was safe. And truthfully, there were worse places I could be. Places which didn't offer complimentary subscriptions to some homegrownOnlyLifts. Nothing like some gym voyeurism in a borrowed t-shirt and your dress from the night before to remind you to check your audacity. And for someone at my current point in life, I had a fair amount.
If nothing else, I was reminded of how long it had been since I'd been touched, even by myself. I hadn’t been able to even think of pleasure for longer than I cared to admit, focusing purely on my own journey and mental health. Yet, within the space of two weeks, I was top of my therapy class – ignoring the fact I was the only student – had attempted an impromptu kitchen brawl and was currently thirstier than a camel in the Sahara. Overall, Marlee was on the up and up. Although, maybe if I lost this new third person thing I would be closer to success.
Laying down, I pulled the pillow closer so I could breathe in the Lord’s aroma as I ordered the events of last night and how I went from someone who wanted to fool around with the mysterious storm cloud currently vacating the next room to a broken hearted, miserable being.
At some point I must have drifted back into the land of the unconscious because when I next woke, it was to the rumblings of a coffee grinder. As if there was a greater sound on all of this planet.
Checking my phone again, I was surprised to see it was nine in the morning and I'd slept another three hours.
Three freaking hours!
Apparently some part of me felt comfortable enough to overstay my welcome.
Another couple of messages greeted me as I languidly stretched before reading.
Arna
HAHAHA YES! All the best, Sister. I made Andy remind Sebastian that I would bury him alive if you weren’t in one happy piece when I arrived home tomorrow.
Hope you’re okay. Genuinely. We need to talk about dick bags later. For now, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do (which isn’t much) xx
Oh, and suite is fine. Wish you were here though xx
Shaking my head at the absurdity that was my best-friend I laughed quietly, not wanting to let Sebastian know I was awake. I put my phone away and calculated my next move in what was a very strange situation. Using the mirror, I did my best to arrange my hair into some form of decency without the help of a hair tie, and moved into the ensuite. My earlier assumption was correct. It was immaculate and smelt strongly of the man that was currently causing me to ache in places I thought had long ago died.
Two sinks sat side by side, raised on a white marbled countertop. The shower was freaking huge, boasting two shower heads and could easily fit at least six people, with a bench seat lining one of the walls. The sultry and seductive things we could do in there, I lewdly thought as I peeked inside.
Exiting the bedroom, I padded down the hall, spotting Seb, again with his bare back to me, standing in front of what I assumed was the machine responsible for making my stomach growl. His faded denim jeans hung low on his hips and his dark hair was damp. The ensuite hadn’t been used though and I wondered how many bathrooms this place had and if he could kindly show me their whereabouts next timebeforetaking his shower. Would my subscription extend to viewing that, I pondered.
Discarding my highly inappropriate thoughts, I cleared my throat, suddenly uncertain on what to say.
Hey, dude, thanks for the bed. I’ll be off now. But before I go, can I lick your skin really quick and where can I purchase a bottle of your scent – asking for a friend. Also, I’ll take a latte to go.
Turning to face me, I was certain my ovaries high-fived each other at the sight of his bare torso. Like his back, he was toned right down to the low riding jeans and I visibly swallowed. His forearms were as delectable as I remembered, and I quickly followed the trail of ink which lined one arm. Like what I’d already seen of the art, each piece was meticulously crafted, lacking in colour, yet visually striking all the same.
Everything about him was sleek and simplistic. The total opposite to me.
Sigh.
When I pulled myself together and brought my gaze back to his face, my cheeks flamed at his look of indifference.Not a morning person, Sebby babes?
Desperately trying to ease the tension or perhaps signing my own death warrant, I was speaking before thinking.
“You’re going to have some serious frown lines if you don’t relax that face of yours.”
His brow raised the slightest amount and I took it as a win, awkwardly taking a seat on one of the stools which lined the large black bench top.
“Do you drink coffee, Marlee?” He asked, his face still unreadable. I shuddered as the sound of my name leaving his mouth sent a shiver down my spine.
Had a man ever made me a hot beverage without me having to line up, order and pay? I knew the answer to that was a big fat no as I did my best not to bat my eyelashes and offer him my first born child.
“Doesn’t everyone? Caffeine is all that gets me through the day at the moment,” I answered, before I thought it through enough to realise he didn’t care about the details of my life, he was simply being polite and offering because he was making one for himself.
“What’s your order?” His voice was huskier this morning, the deep tones from last night now laced with a post-sleep haze.
