Oh goodness. What a week this week has been. My answer to the question of being roomies with Adrian: I would probably not sleep and stare at him all freaking night. Lol. And then I would probably faint. Haha. Back to the story. I remember in chapter 5 or something like that, if you guessed the criminal right, you would get a cameo in this story. Jasmine-Dec31 one this and she is in this cameo and she has a little interaction with Adrian. Hope you enjoy!(:
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Chapter 8: A Little Jealous
"I'm worn-out," Adrian claimed, sprawling back onto the floor as soon we disconnected our bodies for the sixth time it seemed. It seemed like we wouldn't get any sleep tonight. Moments later, I fell back beside him, grabbing a blanket that had been tossed around earlier and pulling it over our bare bodies. I was confident if he didn't cover himself I would want another round with his too sexy body. "You wore me out."
"Really? You have me all psyched up for another round. . ."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, asking if I were crazy with his eyes.
"I'm just teasing. I don't think I can go another round. You're not the only one who is worn-out."
"Uh-huh; I think I'm just gonna close my eyes for a couple of seconds. . ."
"Adrian," I started, "don't fall asleep on me."
"All my energy is drained; I'm tired." He opened one eye but I saw the struggle it was to keep it open. "Come closer, bonbon, my sweet. Keep me warm. Fall asleep in my arms."
More than willing, I snuggled closer into his open arms. As his hand stroked my bare back I laid my head against his chest.
"You have very nasty rug burn," Adrian observed, tracing the marks of the rug on my back.
"With the way you had me sprawled on the floor, it would be a surprise if I didn't."
"I'm sorry," he said a lot more serious than I would have expected.
"No, it's fine. Even with the rug burning my back, it didn't make the sex less pleasurable."
Adrian's eyes closed once more; his breath was softening as the seconds ticked by. I was tired as well (who wouldn't be after the rough goes Adrian and I had done?) but I would much rather spend the rest of the sleeping hours looking at Adrian sleeping. But Adrian was right, I did have a nasty rug burn that was starting to ache as I laid on the floor.
Placing a gentle kiss on Adrian's lips, I stood up from the floor determined to sleep on the bed. It seemed Adrian was passed out already.
Before I could move more than two steps, Adrian's hand reached around my ankle and grasped it. "Where are you going?" His eyes remained closed as he spoke.
"The bed."
"Do you mind if I join you?"
"No, why would I?" With effort, I saw as he lifted himself off the bed and dragged his ass to the bed. He tossed himself onto the bed within seconds. After I laid beside him, he tucked me neatly under his chin, putting me face down. He ran his hand across my back and soon I felt very fluttery, and it was not because of the waves of desire running through my body; Adrian was healing the rug burn. When he was done, he dropped a kiss onto the naked small of my back.
"Now you can sleep. Good night, wickedly sexy love of mine."
"Even three-quarters asleep, you can still come up with something absurd to tell me."
"It proves just how much I love you." His voice halted in between words as sleep overtook him. "Now what do you have to prove your love for me?"
I rubbed my body sensually against his. "This."
"Sex is an everyday thing. You can have sex and it can mean shit. If you want to express love, then you make love and make it last."
"I'll keep that in mind for next time," I promised against his chest.
Adrian's fingers found themselves tangled in my hair seconds after. "What about Dimitri?" he asked all of a sudden.
"What about Dimitri?" The question of the year.
"Are you going to give us another chance? Or was this just another act to make Adrian feel better?" I could tell he was very awake now, waiting for my answer.
It took me a while to respond. "Give me time," I finally said at last.
"I'll give you time, Rose" Adrian said, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to my forehead. "But please keep in mind that I will not wait forever. I have a life too, and I plan to live it. Whether you want to join me or not."
After Adrian's words, nothing else was said because we both stumbled into sleep.
It seemed like minutes later I was waking up. "You need to wake up," someone whispered when they pressed their lips to the spot below my ear.
"Why?" I asked switching positions in bed. Moving in bed had been a mistake because now my back was pressed up against Adrian's chest. "I'm tired."
"So am I, but Lissa called and said we could enjoy a couple hours to ourselves out in the Vegas world before we had to get down to business." Almost subtly, his hand slithered up my leg a little underneath my silk gown, and eventually clutched my waist to press me more firmly against him. His lips found themselves kissing my bare shoulder. "Unless you want to waste those couple of hours locked up in here? Whatever your choice, you know I wouldn't mind at all."
"Locked up in this room? What could we possibly do locked up in here?"
"Want an idea?"
"Umm. . ." He took my "umm" as a yes. I found myself under him, enjoying the view of his spectacular chest.
"Adrian!"
He had been holding himself up with his hands but after a few seconds, he let his whole body weight down on me. I gasped as the breath was taken away from my lungs.
"I'm too sore to do anything right now. Workout of the year."
I moved around the bed a little more and realized just how sore I was.
"After tonight, I am pretty damn sure I will be repulsed by the idea of sex for the next few days. I had my share for the month."
I tried not to laugh at his words but failed miserably. "And I am pretty damn sure that is a lie. Just you see tonight." I could feel the heat starting in my core once more. "Back to safer topics. I do want you to keep me locked up in the room."
"Keeping you locked in the room with me, that's not safe," Adrian explained as if I were mentally unstable.
"No it's not," I agreed. "But the only action we'll be doing is sleeping."
"Okay, I am down with that."
It seemed like seconds later we were both snoring, both deep in sleep.
Sydney
Why did Lissa have to send me to haul the two "lovebirds" as Christian liked to say, out their suite? Gross. Making sure the spare key Rose had given to Jill last night to her suite was in my pocket, and making sure I had the two garnet bags that held Adrian's new suit and Rose's dress, I entered the elevator and pressed for the 37th floor. Before making my way out of my hotel and coming to Adrian's and Rose's, I made sure to stop at the coffee shop. I had a feeling Adrian and Rose would need the caffeine.
The elevator ride was short and before I knew it was before the suite that had the number 831 sprawled across the door. I pulled out the card and slid it into the card slot, waiting as the light turned green before sliding down the door handle. I covered my eyes for a brief second to make sure nothing was happening. Nothing. Just soft snores from the bed.
One rough night they had. The sheets, scattered around, the pillow cushions, tossed around were proof of that.
I set down the coffee carrier on the coffee table in the middle of the room and laid the garment bags across the table. I scanned the room for something to wake up Adrian and Rose with. It seemed the pair was dead asleep and not even yelling their names would wake them up. I spotted the stereo connected to a surround system. Perfect. I noticed Adrian's or Rose's iPod was plugged into the stereo. Quickly skimming through the music, I chose a very loud rock song.
The first few seconds of the song were soft kind of loud, but the next part of the song was crazy loud!
Rose was the first one up. She rubbed her eyes continuously to keep them open. She grabbed her pillow and tossed it at Adrian's head. He did nothing but take the pillow Rose had thrown at him and put it under his head to rest on. I laughed. That's when Rose noticed I was inside the room.
"Oh, shit! How long have you been here?"
"Been here like three minutes to wake you up. The queen ordered as so." I studied her face for a second, realizing how she shied away from the soft light. She was hung-over, like most of us. "There is coffee on the table. It will cure some of the aftereffects of that wicked hangover."
"Why am I the only one awake?" she screamed. She turned on Adrian and shook him violently. "Adrian!"
"I'm trying to sleep," he complained. "You kept me up all night with your attempts at intimacy."
"Fuck you," she said, shaking him once more. "Wake up! And get your ass off the bed!"
"You just did that last night, boo," Adrian said, smirking. "But you know I sure as hell wouldn't mind if you wanted to 'fuck' me again."
"I wouldn't mind either," Rose said, sizing him up.
"Gross, please save your innocent comments for when I am not around." Disgusted, and not wanting to spend another minute longer in this room filled with sexual tension, I pointed to the two coffees on the table. "I brought coffee for you both, extra caffeinated. I figured I wasn't the only one with a wicked hangover. Please be out of you room in forty-five minutes or else Lissa will freak and personally come and drag you out, ready or not. Apparently, as rulers of your people, you have duties. And duty requires you to attend to some meeting."
"Holy shit; just what I needed. Three hours of sleep and to top it off, attend some pathetic meeting. Lovely." Adrian's face showed the same amount of emotion Rose's words had expressed.
"Yes, lovely," I said, repeating Rose's words just lacing them with great sarcasm. "Apparently Eddie wants me there as well."
Seemingly annoyed, Rose threw herself back against the bed. "Honestly, who schedules these meetings so early?"
"Babe, it's three in the afternoon, our time."
"Quit the bantering and get your asses to the banquet room in forty minutes," I finally said, leaving the room, suppressing a laugh when Rose asked Adrian if he told the committee that she had come up with violent puke attacks (gross) and that anywhere that wasn't near the bathroom would be the wrong place for her to be. Yup, that was Rose.
Adrian
Rose and I shared a shower together, seeing as how it would give us more time to ready ourselves for this meeting. We quickly cleaned ourselves (after a round of a little loving) and dried off. Rose quickly ran a comb through her lovely long locks of dark brown. I loved watching her. And I especially loved her getting dressed. (Though I would have preferred her getting undressed.)
When I was all ready to go, I poured a shot of some liquor inside the coffee and started drinking it. Nothing better than alcohol to cure a hangover. Occasionally, I choked back a laugh or two as I watched Rose dress herself, cursing everything in her way. She was absolutely, one hundred percent lovely.
The robe that had swathed in her body suddenly came off. My arousal caused a slight tightness in my black dressy pants. And then there was an ache; I wanted nothing more than to have her womanly walls enclose my arousal.
"Adrian? Can you help me with the zipper?"
Eagerly, I stood up and did as she had asked. After slipping on her heels, we were out the door and practically running to the elevators.
"My legs are so sore!" she complained, "I can barely walk."
"You're driving me insane in that dress. I can't think anything else besides me ripping off that dress and just taking you."
"Control yourself, idiot. Please stop your passionate self from lashing out in public." Tone burning with seduction, her hand somehow found itself inside my right pocket of my pants. "Save that passionate side for me, for later tonight behind the closed doors of the suite." Rose leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Now, behave."
"Holy fuck—say that again, Rose."
In the elevator, my thoughts, all sexual, raved on and on. I wanted nothing more than have a little quickie in the elevator. All I needed to do was lift her dress some, unzip my pants some, and waste no time with mingling our hips—and I could even see Rose's eyes shine with wanting—but suddenly, the elevator doors opened once more and three woman walked in.
By their weight and height, and the human vibe radiating off them, I knew they were models. All three of them unique in looks, and race (one was a Spaniard, Asian, and Caucasian) but all gorgeous. The first female, the Spaniard, could have easily been six feet, facial features structured by amber hair and the greenest eyes. The second female, the Caucasian, was slightly shorter, sporting white-blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. And the Asian, was the shortest, but her petite self made her much more charming and the black hair and the brown eyes helped dramatically.
As usual, they threw themselves at me. What was not usual was the way Rose's aura lit up with jealous, murderous jealousy.
"Hey, gorgeous," one them purred, the second female, rubbing her hand up and down my chest. "Would you like the company of us three females? We'd be willing to let you do anything that your little heart desired to ever do on a woman."
"A sexy man, we can never resist one of those."
"Nora, Jasmine," the third female chastised. "Please don't start again. Besides, he is taken by a miss that is prettier than both of you put together."
"Armina, you are no fun," the girl whose name was Jasmine mentioned. "We are young, hot, single, and want to have fun. He seems like the kind of guy who would defiantly be fun."
And that was right. Wanting to infuriate Rose with more jealously, I stepped closer to the Jasmine girl. I saw her eyes flash nervously around as I stepped much closer than her comfort zone. Rose's aura was now too hard to ignore. It blinded me.
"Jasmine, right?" I waited until she nodded. "Jasmine, my dear, I would love nothing more than to spend time with you and have fun, but I am on a business trip."
"Next time, maybe?" The elevator's doors opened and I stepped outside, grabbing Jasmine gently by the arm. Rose's aura—somebody was going to get killed tonight that's all I had to say.
"Definitely, I never pass up the opportunity to spend time with a beautiful woman like yourself." Grabbing her hand, I kissed it gently.
Jasmine slipped a card into my hand. "Here; if you ever get lonely, just give me a call and I will be your company." Before following her modeling sisters, she reached up with her lips and kissed the corner of my mouth intimately.
As soon as she was gone, I panicked.
I was dead.
I waited for Rose's wrath but all I received were eyes filled with anger. And lust. Lots of lust.
"I hope you have fun with her," Rose told me before walking on her heel and marching into the banquet room.
Before I let her go off, I grabbed her hand and spun her towards me, into me. "In what other language, how many other times do I have to tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"That I want you, only you. I love you, only you." My mouth descended on hers, letting her feel, not just to know, the truth of my words.
God! They are just so awesome together!
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-M
Now, even better question: Who would you rather spend the night with—Abe or Nathan?
