“Thanks. It means a lot to hear you say that. Now, I need feeding, somebody kept up most of the night and I need the energy,” she smiles at me as she gets up off the bed.
Just like that, the Sara I love is back, and this time there is no way I’m letting her go.
As we parkedoutside Sara's hotel, I was surprised. Sarah likes nice places; I don't think she's ever stayed in a cheap hotel. Vacation, Sara likes to splurge. Here, she doesn't.
I’m glad I’m moving her out of here. If I’d have known this that first night, I’d have moved her out of here straight away and checked her in at my hotel.
I grab hold of her hand. I have this need to be always touching her.
I can feel her tense up. She looks at our hands, then into my eyes pleadingly. Oh, hell yes, Sara, we are definitely talking about this once we get into your room.
She pushes me against the side of the elevator just as the doors shut and starts kissing me under my ear. Fuck me that feels so good, I pull her hips, so she can feel how hard I am.
“Fuck,” she whispers, biting my ear.
“That’s what you do to me. Sara, nobody gets me hard like you get me hard.”
The doors open on her floor, and she pulls away, walking out of the elevator in the direction of her room.
I grab her hand again. I don't match the little laugh she lets out. Sara doesn't understand my need to touch her, but I'll make sure she gets used to it.
She pulls me into the room and for a second I’m taken aback. The room is small, and not to sound like a snob, but it screams cheap. Sara obviously has other ideas, her fingers going to my belt, but there is no way in hell either of us is staying here longer than we need to.
I deserve to lose my man card for my next move. I put my hand on her fingers.
“Sara, why are you staying here?” I can’t hold my tongue any longer.
She moves back and yes, the sigh I just heard come out of her mouth tells me she was expecting this conversation.
“I was hoping to have this conversation after you’d fucked me against the wall, but I guess we’re having this now.”
She sits on the edge of the bed. She’s obviously expecting me to lead this, but I know her well enough to know that if I push this along, it will end in an argument.
I wait.
She grabs her small case and starts throwing things into it. “Go on Ady, tell me what you’re thinking.”
I cross my arms, looking at her.
Waiting! Even if I have to wait for the next half an hour, I’m waiting for her to communicate with me.
She packs faster, doing everything she can to avoid my gaze. That way, she doesn’t have to look at me as she tells me everything.
“Fine! Ok, I know this place is a dump. It’s the only place I can afford. Well, I can’t even really afford this, but I guess that’s what credit cards are for. After all the trouble at Mason Marketing, it was hard getting a job. I’ve basically had to start from the bottom up again. It’s not exactly a great company to have on my resume. I keep getting told I’m lucky I got a job in New York at all. So now I’m bottom of the ladder again, I only got that job because I was able to bring a couple of accounts with me. Not very big ones, but it got me a job.”
I’m shocked and so annoyed with myself that I didn’t think twice about anyone who might have been tainted by the shit Mason put everyone through. But what disappoints me more is Sara wanted to reach out, but felt she couldn’t. That’s the biggest kick to the teeth.
She sits on the edge of the bed, everything in her case, and puts her head in her hands.
“I fucking hate it there.”
I’m not gonna lie to her and tell her I understand, because I don’t. I keep my thoughts close to my chest. She doesn’t need me to say much. She just needs me to be there.
“Ok. You got everything?”
“I think so. Let me just double-check.”
She checks the bathroom and all the drawers again. While she checks, I get my phone out.