Page 16 of The Starlet

He sighs. “Yeah, I know. I will.”

There’s a knock on my door, and I get up to answer it. “It’ll work out. Just hang in there and don’t party. Someone’s at my door. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then. Bye”

I pull open the door, and a bellboy is standing outside with a cart of food. “Room Service, can I come in?”

“Oh, there must be some mistake. I didn’t order this.”

“No, I did.” Bradley jogs down the hall wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I fix my eyes on Bradley and try my damnedest to not moan.Grey sweatpants are my weakness!

The poor bellhop looks mortified for delivering to the wrong room. He starts sputtering an apology of sorts, and I shake my head. “It’s fine. Come on in. You can put it over there.” I point to the sitting area.

Bradley stands in front of the door, a casual smirk on his face. “You stealing my food?” He hands the bellhop a large tip and thanks him for the delivery.

“Well, since the guy delivered it here, I might as well get some of the delicious smelling food. It’s only fair.” I shrug. “What did you get us?”

“Pizza, salad, and mozzarella sticks.” He pats his flat stomach and takes the covers off the trays to show me. The greasy aroma assaults my senses, and I salivate.How long has it been since I’ve had pizza and mozzarella sticks?“Want some?” He picks the plate of sticks up and holds it under my nose.

“It’s cheese and fried. Is that really a question?” I snatch one, taking a bite of it, and the cheese pulls into a long, thin string as I pull it away. I sit on the chair, and he takes a seat on the small loveseat.

“I figured this could be a peace offering for my poor behavior this afternoon.” He picks up a slice of pizza and takes a big bite.

I still want to know what that was about, but I figure it’s best to let it go—for now. “Don’t you have to watch your girlish figure? Maybe you should hand the pizza over to me, and you can eat the salad.”

He laughs. “I got it because I thought you might want it. A girl that eats fried food is a girl after my own heart.”

“Well, I guess I’m stealing your heart then.”You have no idea how much you’re stealing mine.

Chapter 10

I could have diedwhen she walked into my trailer and knocked on the door. Elena in that damn dress had been driving me crazy all day; I had no other option but to take care of myself. It was so easy, picturing her in that short dress, how she’d look kneeling in front of me. The thought of her lips around my hard length had me close.

Imagine my surprise when I heard her lyrical voice on the other side of the door, checking in on me. My eyes must have bugged out of my head! I know I hurt her by sending her away, but there’s not a chance in hell I’ll tell her why I did it.

She’d have my fucking head!

My peace offering has gone over really well, and we enjoy the pizza.This girl can really pack it in. Maybe I should have ordered two.The salad is still sitting on the tray, untouched, and Elena is picking pepperoni off the pizza, eating it first.

“Why not just eat it all at once?” I ask, wiping grease from my hands.

“This way, it’s almost like I get double the amount. The grease from the pepperoni leaves the flavor on the pizza, and I like eating the meat first.” She smiles, wiggles her brows, and pops another slice of pepperoni in her mouth.

“Whatever you say, weirdo.”

She tosses a napkin at me, and I catch it. She then drops a half-eaten slice down on the plate and takes a deep breath in and out, patting her stomach. “I’m so full.”

“Never thought I’d watch a girl pack away as much as me. I fully expected you to eat the salad and tell me you’re full.”

She scoffs as if my statement was the most offensive thing I could have said. “And why would you assume such a thing?”

“You ordered salad when we went out to dinner.”

Giggling, she sighs. “Oh, yeah. Well, the public is a bitch. If I order more than a salad, people will start writing about my weight or something stupid. It’s easier to order that when I’m out. In private though, it’s awholedifferent story.”

Fuck if that doesn’t make me want to take her even more now. I bet she’s kinky as hell in private.I know she’s talking about food, but my mind is all sorts of twisted right now.

“Clearly.” I stand and gather our plates to put back on the tray. “I’m glad we could have dinner tonight. This was nice.”