She rolls her eyes. "They gave me vouchers for free spa treatments and stuff."
My stomach chooses this moment to grumble.
Maddie glances at my belly. "We'd better get you some food, huh?"
"Yes, I am very hungry." Though I'd offered to order room service last night, we'd both forgotten about that once the shagging started in earnest. The first time had been incredible, but after her trip to the bathroom, we had abandoned ourselves to the lust. "I owe you a meal. Since you already had breakfast, let me buy you lunch and dinner."
"That's not necessary."
"But I insist." I usher her toward the door. "I'd love to hear more about your job over breakfast."
"Okay. What do you do for a living?"
I pull the door shut and stop. Why do I feel anxious about telling her? Most people think my line of work sounds glamorous, but I'm worried Maddie might think it's tawdry. I'll need to tell her eventually since she told me about her job, so I force myself to say the words. "I own a publishing company in the UK."
"That's amazing." She clasps my hand and starts down the hallway. "I want to hear all about it."
"And I'll tell you—later."
"Sure, whenever. Or don't tell me at all. It's not like we're dating." She casts me a sideways glance. "Are we?"
"Well, I…have no fucking idea."
Maddie laughs. "Me either. We'll figure it out together, hey?"
"Yes, I suppose we will."
I let her lead me onward, to wherever she wants me to go. I'll go anywhere with her. Why? Because she's beautiful, sexy, clever, and fantastic in bed. All good reasons, aren't they? Maybe I'm letting her take me away because I want to shag her again.
Either way, wherever she's taking me, I hope there will at least be food.
Chapter Five
Maddie
I stuff a cupcake into my mouth, tearing off half of it, and moan with a satisfaction deeper than anything I've experienced in years. Well, excluding last night. Not even the best dessert in the world could compare to the way Richard made me feel. Still, I haven't eaten any kind of dessert in a long time. The places I've traveled to usually don't have amenities of any kind, sometimes not even toilets.
So I close my eyes and moan again while I consume the cupcake, then I stuff the other half into my mouth and do it all over again. God, I could almost climax from the satisfaction of consuming a sinfully delicious salted-caramel cupcake with buttery, caramel-y cream cheese frosting. The cake almost melts in my mouth, so silky and luscious, and the frosting delivers that extra boost of creamy decadence.
Swallowing the last crumbs of it, I open my eyes.
Richard's gaze is riveted to my mouth. He has his eyes half-closed while his tongue slides across his bottom lip like he's just eaten a luscious cupcake too.
But he hasn't. My companion chose healthy breakfast choices like fruit cocktail and bran muffins. Honestly, how can a guy who spent all night doing naughty things to me be such a stickler for healthy eating? Sure, I told him I wanted more papaya. But once I spotted those cupcakes… Healthy dietary choices be damned. I hoped Richard would choose something more fun to eat too, like chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup. But no, he wanted bran.
Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I notice he's still eying me with a strange expression. "Are you okay? If you want a cupcake, you can have this one."
I offer it to him.
"No, thank you," he says. Then he clears his throat and focuses on his plate, pushing a slice of cantaloupe around on it. "You seemed to be enjoying your cupcake."
"Absolutely. This is a vacation, after all. I'm allowed to indulge in whatever I want."
"You said you weren't hungry."
"I wasn't—until I saw dessert." I half rise from my chair to peer across the dining room toward the buffet tables. One of them is full of cupcakes in various flavors. "They didn't have goodies out earlier. Maybe I'll go try another kind of cupcake. Want one?"
"No. I might have some rice cakes, though."