She woke to her alarm the next morning. She sat up, disoriented, and looked around, wondering why she was so close to the edge of the bed. Turning, she saw him, and it all came rushing back. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. His alarm went off. Why? She groaned inwardly. She instinctivly ran her hands over her hair, which she knew was a rat's nest. As she debated if she would be fast enough to reach her clothes and beat him to the bathroom or not, he sat up. She tried not to look at him.
"Morning Officer Hale," he said.
She could hear the smile in his voice, and was not amused. "Good morning," she replied as nice as she could, and reached for her phone and checked her mail.
"Ladies first," he said again. She nodded, and escaped to the bathroom, refusing to let her eyes wander. It is not crucial information to know he slept half naked. Probably for her sake, too. Leaning on the sink, she let her eyes adjust to the light before beginning.
She finished, and let him have his turn. She was strapping on her holster when he came out of the bathroom, and he stopped dead in his tracks. She followed his eyes to her weapon, so she covered it with her jacket. "Ready?" she asked. He nodded, so she walked with him down to the awaiting crowd. She surveyed the crowd, bigger than the day before. As the Towncar slid to a stop at the curb and the door opened, it was then she let him through the doors of the hotel. She made sure her badge was in plain sight around her neck, hoping it would deter anyone else thinking about trying something. She closed the door behind him, then circled the back of the car and climbed into the driver's seat. Sighing in relief that the transfer had been smooth, she crossed her fingers for the rest of the day to go just as well.
And it was, until the ride back to the hotel.
"Let's go out tonight," he said, leaning forward in between the front seats.
"Okay, you get ready, I'll catch a cab behind you, you have fun and won't even know I'm there," she told him.
"Are you going to dress up?" he asked, a grin on his face.
"I'll do one better. I'll be the only one in jeans and a t-shirt," she told him with a smirk. His smile fell instantly.
"Officer Hale, I was actually thinking that you and I go out and-"
"A date is one hundred percent out of the question," she cut him off.
"Well, will you at least dress up so you don't stand out?"
She considered his point, and he did have one. Dammit, why did she always have to dress up? She let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'll put a dress on, but I'm not associating with you," she warned him.
"Fine," he said in the same tone she'd used. "I'll dance with girls, and pretend they're you," he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. He slid back against the seat and was quiet. He had to think of something to get through her walls.
They pulled up outside the hotel at the back entrance. She surveyed the entrance, then circled to let him out of the car. As the back doors slid open, her eyes swept around, and noticed there was a small crowd by the check in desk. Dammit, she had to switch rooms. She looked around again, and spotted a sitting area that would be in her line of sight if she was at the desk. She led him over to the chairs, then turned to face him.
"Okay. There's a fairly large group of people at the check in desk, where we need to be if we're going to get our new room and be able to come back and crash with no hassle." She watched him nod. "So if you don't mind, would you have a seat here while I get the new room and can keep an eye out for you?"
"Sure," he nodded with a smile. He flopped down into the nearest chair, and grabbed a section of the newspaper off of a nearby coffee table and held it up, hiding behind it. She took that as her cue and spun around on her heel and made her way to the desk. As she waited in line, she kept one eye on him, and the other on their surroundings. When it was her turn, she checked into the new room, and tucked the new keys into her pockets. She crossed back to him and fought the urge to put her fist through the paper. Instead, being the mature professional she was, she tipped the top edge back.
"Ready?" she asked him.
"Yep," he tossed the paper down as he jumped up and followed her closely through the lobby. "So where should we go tonight?" He asked quietly. He smiled when he noticed when she shivered.
"There's a club called Katra that you might like, since you mentioned dancing," she told him. Why did her body have to betray her so visibly when his breath tickled her neck? She wondered. At least she had a dress for that, a dress that she hoped would torture him. She stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for their old floor. They needed to get everything moved to their new room. Unfortunately they'd only have one bathroom- hopefully the mirror and sink would be seperate from the shower. The thought of getting ready around him had a dual reaction in her. Excitement, and dread.
They walked down the hall to their old door, and once they were inside, she swept the room, and when she called it all clear, they gathered their belongings and made their way to their new room a couple floors lower, all in silence.
"Officer Hale, would you like to get ready first? I just figured girls take a little longer-"
She shot him a look. She bit her lip to prevent the line that almost burst through her lips. Not everyone can be movie perfect every waking moment, she thought.
"Yes, thanks, I'll go first," she told him, checking the room first. It was just like a regular hotel room, no kitchen, no bedroom. Just a bed by a window with a small table and chairs across from a dresser with an old t.v., on the other side of the bathroom wall. She sighed and wheeled her suitcase next to the bed, and let him look around. She saw a couple different expressions cross his face as the door closed behind him. First his brows drew together, then one raised, then both, then his features smoothed as he looked at her.
"I've stayed in worse places," he said simply.
"Alright, then," she said slowly. "I'll just get my things," she told him. He nodded and brought his luggage to the opposite side of the room and set it on the bed and began to open it as she brought hers into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she sighed, and looked at her reflection. She looked tired. She turned to turn the water on, and adjusted the temperature.
He dug through his clothes, pulling out a pair of jeans and a blue button down t-shirt, clean underwear, and his shower kit, and tried to imagine how he was going to put some moves on her, without her knowing. He was going to have to be the smoothest of the smooth. His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening, and the light in the bathroom hall in front of the sink and mirror flipped on. He scooped up his stuff, and took two steps towards her. His mind raced on what she would be wearing. Some sexy little dress he'd want to get under, or a towel he'd want to rip off as she leaned in over the sink towards the mirror, applying lipstick slowly to her pretty mouth. He stopped, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He stepped forwards and slowly made his way behind her. He met her eyes in the mirror, then dragged down her body. When she snorted, his eyes shot back up to hers. He watched her eyes in the mirror slide down. He looked down. He'd dropped his stuff. Shit! He kicked it into the bathroom with the inside of his foot, keeping eye contact with her through the mirror. His eyes lowered slowly, following her shape. Perfect hourglass. His hands ached to touch her. The dress was amazing. It was like a long black scarf, really. If he cut the short seam on her left hip, it would fall to the floor. Good to know for future refrence. The end of the scarf started low on her left hip, and made it's way diagonally across her stomach to cover her breast, then haltered behind her neck, came down over the other breast, and wound around her hips, barely covering everything.
She watched his eyes roam slowly over her, highly amused. At least she was getting a reaction she was looking for. She saw his lips part slightly, and his eyelids become heavy. Now was her chance. She turned to face him slowly, resting against the sink's counter, her hands on either side. She waited for his eyes to return to hers. She'd never felt anything like what he was doing to her, making her all flushed and tingly, like she was being eaten without being touching. She had to admit, it was turning her on. Finally his eyes came up to hers. She bit her lip, and saw his eyes drop to her mouth. She slowly licked her lips, and noticed he'd taken a step closer, they were toe to toe. She tilted her head back slightly, tempting him. His eyes flicked to hers, and he angled his head, and began to move in slowly. She let him get so close to her neck, she could feel the hairs on her neck stand in anticipation when she cleared her throat. She felt him freeze.
He inhaled her scent audibly, then whispered in a scratchy voice, "I know you want it as much as I do, I can smell your arousal, and it's delicious." He pulled away from her, met her eyes and held them for a moment, then turned and closed the bathroom door behind him. He silently thanked God he was in the bathroom, and as soon as that hot water was scalding his skin, he would pretend it was her all around him until he met his release.
As soon as he was behind that door and heard the shower turn on, she spun back around to face the mirror and heave a sigh of relief. That was a lot harder than she thought it'd be, stepping on those brakes. She picked up her straightener and got to work.
He'd taken a long shower, and for that she was thankful. She was standing by her bag by the bed stepping into her shoes when she heard a sharp intake of breath. She spun around, startled. "Oh," she said, rolled her eyes and continued with putting her shoes on.
"Officer Hale, you look..." he trailed off, his eyes sweeping over her done up face and long, straight hair. "Well, I'm ready to go when you are. And I would be honored if I could enter the club with you on my arm," he said, his accent particularly heavy. "We don't have to stay together, I understand that. But to have everyone see you, and me, the lucky bastard that came with you, it would be an experience I wouldn't forget."
"Those are some pretty sweet words you're using there, Mr. Pattinson," she said quietly, picking up her black sequin clutch containing all her necessities. "I'm ready," she told him as she took a step towards him, but stopped when he didn't move. She wouldn't back away.
"What you should have is a three carat diamond hanging around your lovely neck," he said quietly.
"Your pretty words are going to get you in trouble," she informed him with a slight raise of her eyebrow.
He gave her the crooked grin and stepped aside, letting her lead.
"I can give you that, and more, if you wish," he told her as she passed.
"Trouble," she warned him, and stepped into the hallway and walked quickly towards the elevator. She faintly heard the click of their door, and his soft steps behind her. Her brains were melting. She needed to get away from him. It was like, he had an aura that drew you in and messed with your head. And she did not need a messy head. She had to be alert, not associating with the clients. But their situation was so- so- confined, intimate even. I mean, who really, in any situation, if they were healthy, unattached, attracted to the other, even on some varying degree, could sleep in the same small bed, two nights in a row, and not feel anything after being together for forty eight hours? Suddenly she was excited to get out, maybe even have a shot or two. She knew her limit. Suddenly, she couldn't get out fast enough, desperate for the distance, so she quickened her steps, and led him to the car. Once they were in, she glanced at him in the mirror. Of course he had the smirk on his face.
"You're not running, are you Officer Hale?"
She could hear the taunt in his voice, and it boiled her blood. She had to check her emotions. Steadying her breath, she challenged, "From what, would you think?"
"Oh, I don't know, could be a number of things. I just noticed your- change of pace on the way out, is all,"
"Hmm. It was then I realized I was looking forward to coming out tonight, is all," she said casually.
"So do you plan on sitting at the bar all night?"
The image in her head, of her sitting with her back to the bar, nursing a Sprite and watching him get his grove on was hilarious. She laughed out loud. "No," she said with a smile. "But I'll be around," was all she said as she made her way to the club. She parked Valet, and made the first move by slipping her arm around his and smiling up at him. "Let's rock," she said. The grin he gave her made her knees shake.
"Let's do it," he said. They entered the bar, and she could feel so many pairs of eyes on them, it made her smile even more. A little bit into the crowd, she let him go and slipped away, getting lost. She wanted to make a circle of the crowd, trying to make mental notes of certain people. At the bar, she did stop to get a lemon drop, knocked it back, and continued her route. She spotted him, talking to a blonde, leaning in close so they could hear each other over the pounding bass. She kept him in her sight, but made her way to the middle of the floor, and started dancing, swaying to the beat. She could feel eyes still on her, so she turned away, to be facing him through a few rows of people. She looked away from him, but kept the corner of her eye on him. She saw him spot her, and keep his gaze on her. The next song came on, and she finally glanced at him, and their eyes met. She saw him move, the action drawing her eyes away from his and to his hands, which began roaming around the front of the blonde girl's body. She was enjoying it way too much, her head back against his shoulder, eyes closed, grinding her ass against his crotch. Her eyes went back to his, then she looked away. She knew that he was doing exactly as he said he would. She continued to dance, and then felt a guy's arms circle her waist. She didn't shake him off, even though she wanted to. He wanted to play? Ha. She did exactly what the blond in his arms did. Started grinding her ass in his crotch. His hands wandered to hold her hips, then slide up her body. She glanced at him, hoping he was still watching. He was. Beginning to glare a little, actually. She smiled, and lifted her arms up to link her hands together behind the mystery guys neck. His hands roamed up to the bare skin on her ribs, so she moaned in the guys ear, encouraging him. She watched his eyes narrow through her lashes. She couldn't help but think that his plan was backfiring on him, and that made her smile. She decided to take it up a notch. She slid her hands down the guy's arms, and laced her fingers with his, and guided his hands up onto her breasts and squeeze. The guy got the hint instantly, and didn't need any more encouraging. She looked directly at him, and watched as one hand slid slowly down the girl's stomach, and the other held her against him across her shoulders. With their eyes locked, he lowered his head and ran his nose along the girl's shoulder and up her neck, then stuck his tongue out like he was going to lick her, but then at the last minute, he licked his lips, and nodded towards her. She returned his little show by giving the air in front of her a kiss, and then led the guy's hands down over her stomach to rest on the bare inside of her thighs. She brought her hands up to cover her breasts, then ran the tip of her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. Just then, one of her favorite club songs- 'Shots' by LMFAO, came on, so she began to actually began to move with this guy, their hands all over eachother. She glanced to the right quickly, a movement catching her attention. When she went to look at him again, all she could find was the blonde, standing alone looking confused, and slightly sad. She raised an eyebrow curiously, and scanned the crowd. He was gone. Shit.
"I need to get a drink," she told the guy she'd still have yet to see, and left him. She made her circle again, trying to find him. Bathroom maybe? She'd give him ten minutes to reappear again, before she started busting into the men's room. She slowly rounded the floor again, weaving through people, until she was cought solidly around the waist again, pulled up tight against a guy.
"I got you another shot, you want it? Or are you going to be a prude?" She recognized his voice immediately, his accent obvious.
"I'll take it, thank you," she said, taking the double shot from his free hand, and tossed it back.
"You're welcome. You know, you're a bit of a tease," he told her, his face against her left ear. "Why does he get to touch you like that and I don't?"
"I don't work for him," she answered, the tequila burning her throat.
"Is that it? The only reason? Because you're not going to work for me for forever," he pointed out, and held her tighter, and swayed to the song.
"No," she laughed, feeling slightly light headed. Nobody can hurt him when she's in his arms, right? She asked herself. Nodding in agreement, she continued. "If you want the truth," she said, and felt him nod against her. "I'll tell you like I did my boss. You're an arrogant son of a bitch with a constant smirk I'd like to slap off." Good 'ol drink, liquid courage.
"I have to be," he told her. "I want you," he said, changing the subject. "Pretend I'm that other guy and let me touch you."
"You are touching me," she pointed out.
"You know what I mean," he practically growled in her ear, and squeezed her roughly.
"Fine, but just dancing," she told him. She felt him smile, and his grip loosened.
"I've wanted to touch you like this since I first saw you," he admitted, running his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, back up, and down her torso.
The deadly combination of the alcohol, the song, and his big, warm hands was too much for her. She was only human, and could only stand so much stimulation. She began to move with him. She lifted her hands, and fisted her hands in his hair as his hands roamed, grabbed and squeezed possessively. Her breasts, her hips, stomach, nothing was left untouched above the top hem of her dress.
He stepped it up and took advantage of the situation. He finally had his hands on her glorious body, she wasn't fighting him, and she was actually moving with him, which took him by surprise. He began laying kisses along her shoulder, and up her neck, and down the other side. He nipped her collar bone gently, and was rewarded with a groan from her. He nipped a little harder, then ran his tongue over his teeth marks. She tasted amazing. He couldn't get enough of her. His mouth worked every inch of bare skin on her shoulders and neck. She was still moving against him, hands fisting and unfisting in his hair. When she released him, he spun her around and kissed her fiercely, taking a big risk, hoping she didn't slap him when he was done.
Her head was spinning and floating, her stomach quivering, and her thighs wet. And then he went and pulled the stunt of kissing her on the mouth. But God he was a great kisser. His lips were so soft, and she loved how he used his teeth, and his tongue in her mouth. She yielded to him, pressing her body against him. She felt his hand slide down over her hip, and linger at the lower hem of her dress. How bad she wanted him to touch her, she didn't know until now, and she was desperate. She pushed her hips against him, asking. She felt his hand slide up, and find her hot center. Instantly he drew away from her.
"You're not wearing any panties," he gasped before taking her mouth again, and sliding his hand back up under her skirt. "We need to leave, or I'm going to take you right here."
Her head reeled with his words, and all she could do was nod. How hot would that be? She thought. She moaned into his mouth. He pulled her back and looked at her for a moment. With one hand he pulled her through the sea of people, and the other had his phone to his ear, looking for a cab number. By the time they made it to the door, one was waiting. He opened the door for her and slid in after. He gave the cabbie the hotel address, then kissed her again, his hand sliding back up under her skirt. He traced her with a finger, found her clit, and rubbed gently. When she bucked against his hand, he rubbed faster, and slid his other hand under her skirt, and slid two fingers into her. She moaned again, pliant putty in his hands. This was all he needed, this was his chance, to prove himself. He felt her tighten around his fingers, so he picked up his speed, and not five seconds later she came around him. "That's it baby, come for me," he whispered in her hear. The cab pulled up to the hotel. "Let's get upstairs so I can spoil you some more," he said with a smile. She nodded weakly, and followed him out of the cab. He was the one leading her, by the hand this time, through all the people. She knew she should pay attention, she knew she needed to do her job, but her mind and body were so focused on getting into that room...
He ambushed her in the elevator, pushing her into a corner and kissing her silly. He broke away, leaving them both panting when the doors dinged open. He pulled her along, then stopped by their door, and pushed her up against the wall and kissed her again. He let go of her to quickly open the door, then pulled her inside, both of them laughing at the risk of getting caught, when he stopped dead in his tracks so fast she bumped into him and fell silent. There on their new bed was a pile of sheets, with a bottle on top.
He never let go of her hand, but he knew that bottle, and he would bet his next paycheck that it was empty. When it was stolen yesterday, it had been almost full of his cologne. And the sheet was the flat sheet only, not the fitted sheet.
"Shit!" She screamed. With her free hand, she ran it through her hair. "Okay. My place. We have to. I don't see another choice. Let's get our stuff, and get out of here. I'll call Grainger on our way out. Ohhh," she groaned as the realization hit their car was still at the club. "Dammit! Okay." She pulled out her cell and dialed the cab service she had on her speed dial. She couldn't let any of the force know she'd been two seconds away from sleeping with the client. Fucking alcohol, fucking smooth client. Fucking stalker! "Hello, I need a cab back to Katra," she explained the need and address and the urgency of the matter. Fortunately the one who had been dispached to pick them up from the club wasn't too far away, and he'd just turn around. "Let's get our stuff, don't touch anything else." He nodded as they flew around gathering their stuff. "Anything else missing?" she asked him loudly.
"Not that I know of," he answered from the bathroom. They met at the entrance to the hall and left the room to the elevator.
She dialed her boss. "Grainger. Our room's been broken into again. It's the same person, half of the sheets were returned, along with the empty bottle of the cologne like a fucking cherry. Seven oh nine. We didn't touch anything, but we got our stuff and left. We're checking out right now. Uh-hu. My place. I know, but- it has to be," she said. "Yeah. Get that team in again. Has anyone checked who was on shift these two times? And what about the tapes with the two girls that came to our original room?" She was quiet as she listened to the updates, but stole a glance at him. He was pale as a sheet, and suddenly looked ten years older. "Yeah. Okay. Got it." She snapped the phone shut. They made their way outside to the waiting cab. "I'm really sorry sir, but we need my car," she told the cabbie, reciting the adress of the club for him one more time. It was silent for a moment, and then she turned to him.
"You okay?"
He looked down at his hands folded in his lap and nodded. "It's just frustrating sometimes. Are you sure about me at your place?" He looked up at her, eyes full of sadness.
"Yes," she said immediately. "We'll get this ass hole, don't worry. Even if it takes me until after you leave, I'll find out who it was, track them down, and charge them for everything I possibly can," she told him honestly.
They rode in silence back to the club, then climbed into their car with their luggage one hundred percent sober, the recent events bringing down their buzzes with a crash. She took them to her place, not too far away.
Inside, she locked the door behind them.
She stopped by her couch, and turned to him, by the door.
"So I've been thinking about it quite a bit, and I've decided I'll sleep on the couch and you have my bed," she told him, looking him square in the eye, wanting him to know she was serious.
He blinked in surprise. "But-"
"Mostly because if my mom ever found out I didn't treat you like any other guest, she'd rip me a new one. And don't even think about trying to get me in that bed. Earlier this evening, that was a moment of weakness. It' won't happen again," she informed him. He nodded. "Good. This way," she said, turning and leading him towards the hall. She heard him follow her with his bag, and showed him to her room.
He'd been in her place once before, but had never seen her room. He'd never seen anything like it in all his time in hotels. Everything was white, with accents of silver. The walls were white, the plush shag carpet was white, and her bedding was white, with silver trim, piled high with matching pillows. Her headboard against the wall to his left was silver, the disco ball looking light above her bed was silver, her dresser against the opposite wall was silver,the make up table and chair were silver next to the dresser was silver, and her window next to her headboard was covered in white wooden blinds behind silver sheer material draped across it. The entire wall to his right, across from her bed, was a mirror. His brows drew together. There were two doors on the wall next to him, besides the one he was in, and no t.v. He slowly turned to her, his mind racing with the mirror and t.v.
"No t.v.?"
"I don't believe in t.v.'s in the bedroom," she told him simply.
"Why? Falling asleep with the t.v. is great," he said.
"Then you can sleep on the couch, and I won't feel bad because I offered. I believe what happens in the bedroom does not need the distraction of a t.v."
"What happens in the bedroom...?"
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to connect the "
"Yeah, well, that kind of scares guys off," she told him with a smirk of her own.
"A lot of guys?" he fished.
"Regardless, they're not clients," she reminded him. "The door right next to you is to the bathroom. There's also a door to the same bathroom out here in the hall. I suggest you keep them both locked when you're using it." He nodded. "The other door is my closet. If you're going to snoop, I don't want to know about it," she stated. "I'll be on the couch," she said, turning and heading in the direction of the item she'd mentioned.
"But the t.v.-"
"You seriously want the couch?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.
"No, I just wanted you to turn around again," he said with a wicked grin. She rolled her eyes and continued to the living room. She went to the linen closet and pulled out another pillow and a couple of blankets. At least she wouldn't have to worry about sharing a bed with him tonight. She made her bed on the couch, then dug through her suitcase for her pajamas. The light in the bathroom was off, so she snuck in, flipped the light on, locked the doors, and began her nightly routine. When she was done, she flipped off all the lights, then went quietly back to the couch, made herself comfortable, and turned on the t.v. to catch up on her missed episodes of 'Baggage' on her DVR, snuggling down into her blankets.
"Officer Hale?" She winced, knowing he was standing right behind her.
"Yeah," she said.
"About the t.v. Can I sit with you? I don't care what you're watching."
"Ah, sure," she said slowly, and sat up to gather her blankets closer to her. She watched him round the end of the couch and sit at the opposite end, noting his loose blue cotton pants and white t-shirt. At least he was covered. "I'm sorry to intrude, it's just that in my travels, the t.v. is the only constant, and it helps me relax," he admitted. She studied his profile for a minute, then turned her attention back to the t.v., thinking over what he'd said. She could understand that, and felt slightly sympathetic. She was suddenly compelled to play proper hostess.
"Did you want anything? Can I get you something, or you could help yourself to anything," she asked. "Ingraned manners," she said, trying to dismiss the fretting feeling she was experiencing.
"Do you happen to have a bottle of water?" he asked, looking over at her in the glow of the t.v.
"In the fridge," she said, beginning to throw the blankets back.
"No, don't get up, I'll get it," he told her with a smile. "I appreciate it though."
"No problem," she said, then fast forwarded through the intro while he went to her fridge. She suddenly felt bad for him. Such a nomadic lifestyle. She wondered how often he saw his family. Must not be much, considering he's from England, here, filming. She wondered what it would be like, moving from place to place with a different group of people for an average of three months. It made her sad to think how little she'd see her family. Was that worth the money? The stalkers?
"What are you thinking about, if you don't mind me asking?"
She blinked, and realized he was sitting on the couch again, watching her.
"You stopped forwarding through the commercials," he pointed out with a half smile.
"Oh. Sorry. I ah," she paused, trying to think of something to tell him. Should she be honest? "I was just thinking about what you said, about the t.v.," she admitted, looking at the t.v. but not watching.
"What about it?" he pressed.
She laughed quietly.
"You don't have to be a distant hard ass all the time," he told her with a joking smile. He saw her eyes shoot up to his. "You can ask me anything, and I won't tarnish your reputation by telling anyone you actually have feelings. Ask. I'd like you to," he said gently.
She sighed, then opened her mouth to speak, but didn't. He waited. "I was just thinking about how difficult it would be for me, to be in your situation, away from your family, in another country thousands of miles away," she finally said, quietly. "I don't know if I could do it."
"Well, honestly, my siblings are artists in their own ways also, so we were always off doing our own thing, persuing our art. We talk often though," he told her.
"So for you, do you miss them alot?"
"In some ways, but I'm sure not like you and yours. I chose my path. I could have stayed close, but if I'd done that, I wouldn't be happy with where I was going. I would have ended up at some lame job I hated, where as now, I get to do what I love, and make a decent living from it, and meet interesting people." He waited for her to meet his eyes. "Beautiful, mysterious women," he said with a smile.
"One more," she inturrupted. He nodded.
"Are you like this to every female? An arrogant son of a bitch?" She smiled, teasing.
"Only with ones I like," he told her with a grin. She rolled her eyes, then moved them to the t.v. to rewind all she'd missed. They laughed and made smartass comments throughout, and she could tell he was getting tired when he progrssively grown quieter. Half way through the second show, she glanced over at him and saw he was asleep. She definitely didn't want to interrupt him, so she layed one of her blankets over him, layed back down, and turned off the t.v. and fell asleep.
Chapter Four