There’sa knock at my hotel door, and my heart skips a beat. I down the rest of my Chablis before giving myself a quick once-over in the full-length mirror. I opted for as little as possible—a braless tank top and silk shorts—considering the specific rendezvous. I don’t want him to get any ideas, I messaged him for one thing and one thing only.
I slide the chain and unlock the door.
“Hi,” I say breathily, adding just the perfect mix of flirty and sexy.
“Hey,” Gael replies, quirking a smile.
He’s the DJ from Eden. He started following me on Instagram after I spent most of the night dancing near his booth. I never followed him back, but he’s been watching my stories for the past four days; I knew he’d be an easy catch.
I wave for him to come in, and he strolls in casually, making a show of pretending he’s interested in the room decor, hands in his jeans pockets.
“Want any wine? I have a bottle open in the mini-fridge.”
He looks over, his smile telling me he knows that we’re both just dancing around the real reason he’s here. His brown eyes darken, and I lick my lips.
“Sure.”
I take my time pouring the wine, taking pleasure in the anticipation buzzing in the room. When I turn back to look at Gael, he’s watching me, leaning against the desk near the window. His brown hair is cropped short, and my mind unexpectedly goes to Huxley and his shorn blue hair.
I bat the thought away as soon as it appears.
“Here.” I hand him the glass with a smile.
His eyes are penetrating when he takes it from me, his fingers grazing against mine.
“Thanks.”
I move to distance myself, but he hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me between his open legs. Enjoying that he’s taking charge, I let out a husky laugh and wrap my arms around his neck.
“What about your wine?” I say playfully.
His free hand slips under my tank top, smooth fingers trailing up my spine. I shiver alongside the charged anticipation. He keeps our gaze locked, a flirty smile on his lips as he takes a slow sip, then carefully places it on the desk.
“I think you’ll taste better.”
He catches my lips with his, the tart wine still cold on his tongue. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls me closer to him. The kiss deepens, and the urgency of our desires skyrockets.
He pushes away from the desk while bringing his hands under my ass, and I jump into his arms, my legs hooking around his waist.
As he blindly leads us to the bed, our kiss turnsdesperate before he drops me onto the mattress. He follows me down, bracketing me with his body as one of his hands finds my breast and squeezes. I arch my back, moaning in response.
And for a while, I forget everything.
I numb myself with pleasure and push away the harsh facts of reality in exchange for lackluster orgasms and one-night stands.
10
HUXLEY
Fresh out of the shower after staying the night, I walk into Selina’s bedroom. I find her sitting on her bed, half-dressed in black panties and a t-shirt, grinning down at her phone. Holding the towel wrapped around my waist, I give her a curious glance, but she doesn’t acknowledge me. She keeps giggling like a maniac as I try to find my clothes on the messy floor.
Selina might appear put together, but her bedroom begs to differ.
“What’s so funny?” I finally ask, slightly irritated but unable to pinpoint why.
I step into my boxer briefs, standing near the end of the bed, waiting for her to answer me.
She’s still grinning goofily when she glances up at me before her eyes dart back to her phone screen.
