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of the obvious. “Your body is perfect… mine’s not.”
He looks at me intently, taking my hand in his and kissing it. “You’re my queen now, and you’ll be the mother of our children someday. I say it’s perfect because it is.”
“You always have to have the last word?” I ask and he deliberately stays silent, making us both laugh again.
It feels good to laugh, really laugh with someone. Not laughing at someone or something, but just laughing because we’re happy.
Something I don’t honestly think I’ve ever known until today, until Eric.
“I love you Eric,” I hear myself say and his eyes flash to mine, his mouth creasing with emotion.
“I love you more,” he says, and we kiss until the clatter of our moving trays interrupts him, reminding him of the other great love of my life, even though it’s a pretty distant second to Eric.
Dessert.
“What do you think it is?” he asks with an air of suspense.
“I think it’s half mine already,” I tell him, snorting loudly as I laugh and then we both laugh extra hard as he lifts the lid.
“Maybe just a slice,” I recant. A whole, very giant looking mud cake is underneath the silver dome and we both agree that a slice each is plenty.
“Why’d they send up so much food?” I ask, wondering if it’s because they saw Eric come in with a thick girl, and straight away my mind starts playing nasty tricks. Making me think Eric’s had a string of girls up here, when I know in my heart that he hasn’t.
“I dunno,” he muses, “but you know what? I’m gonna bring it up. Thank you Miss. Bennet. You’ve earned your keep today, in more ways than one,” he tells me, feeding me a large forkful of the moist and gooey, thick cake which is divine.
After dreaming all night about chocolate cake and of course, Eric holding me in his strong arms, the sound of running water stirs me semi-awake.
I need the bathroom, and after a few moments the pleasing sound of what I guess is a bath running turns to a pressure on my bladder, forcing my eyes open.
I almost jump with a start when I do open them, but Eric’s huge brown eyes so close to mine make me sigh with pleasure, then smile instead.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” he whispers, and pecks my nose.
“I’m running you a bath, which is ready. I’ll leave you in peace to do what queens do, but I’ll be back in a few to join you, okay?”
This is scary good, he even knows when to let a girl do what she has to in the morning without making things awkward.
I nod my head, squeaking as I stretch. He watches me from the doorway before turning off the faucets, a satisfied growl echoing from the huge bathroom joining his bedroom. The sweet smell of geranium and what registers as Eric’s signature scent hits my nose and I snuggle into the sheets with delight, stifling a squeal.
A whole bath filled with Eric’s scent. I could live in that forever.
Eric comes back to the bed, putting a folded robe next to me and runs his eyes over the curves I’m making in his bedsheets one more time.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” he says in a husky tone.
“Where are you going?” I ask, slightly panicked at the thought he might be leaving.
“Just to the kitchen. It’s not always room service, y’know,” he says knowingly with a wink.
I relax instantly, and once he’s kissed me good morning again, I watch his perfect frame flexing through his own robe as he goes barefoot out into the kitchen, which I guess is some distance. This place is huge.
Like the bedroom, the bathroom is modern, with a very large freestanding oval bath, gleaming white with the perfect balance of shining black and white tiles with the same blues that color the bedroom added here and there.
The steaming water, the heavenly fragrance make me feel like I can actually inhale Eric as well as sink into him as I slip into the perfectly just right bath water.
Whatever fragrance he uses, I’ve already decided it has to be pulled from the market. I don’t want anyone else getting a whiff of my man, it’s too sexy.
Chapter Fourteen
Eric
I absently check the front door before walking back to the kitchen to make breakfast. I’ve never considered my own security until now, and it’s only Alyson I care about.
I’m eighty stories up on a private floor in a hotel