Chapter Two
After giving the valet the ticket for the car and tipping him, Chris and Peyton walked over to an ATM, where he put in his American Express black card and typed in his pin number and the cash came out, and then he put it in his pocket. "Why are you doing this?" Peyton asked, "I mean if anybody finds out your career is over. Why risk it?" "Nobody's gonna know that you're a hooker because it's not going to come up when the press asks you who you are. You'll just tell them that you're my girlfriend and that's it." "Sounds good to me, Keller just as long as I get my cash." Then they walked into the Beverly Hills Hotel and Peyton received nothing but disgusted looks as she walked by but she just ignored them, since they had become second nature to her anyway and she just followed Chris onto the elevator, where the bell guy was clearly checking her out.
Peyton waited for Chris to open the door to his suite and followed him inside once he had opened the door and looked around the room, mesmerized by its sheer size. Sure, she had been with rich guys who had suites and stuff but none of them were this huge. "Holy cow, this place is huge! Wow, this is awesome!" she shouted as she flopped down onto the large king sized bed in the middle of the room. Chris smirked and deadpanned, "I see you're taking the bed." Peyton just returned his smirk and took off her boots and the sweater that was wrapped around her waist, putting them on the floor with her messenger bag. She walked up behind Chris who was sitting on the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You seem really tense, Keller why don't you let me help you with that," Peyton remarks, "I'm really good at it." Chris could tell from her closeness that her voice had dropped a little and he stated, "I'm sure you're very good at what you do." Peyton smiled and checked off what measures of safe sex she had in her little bag of tricks. "I have pink, blue, yellow, and green as far as square condoms go, but I'm all out of purple," Peyton says, "However I do have the gold circle and nothing I mean nothing gets past this baby." Chris chuckled, "That's too bad about the purple condom, cause purple's Chris Keller's favorite color." Peyton just rolled her eyes and asked, "What am I gonna sleep in while I'm here?" "You can go shopping tomorrow. For now sleep in this." He said, tossing Peyton one of his red flannel shirts.
She nodded and padded across the room to the bathroom and shut the door. As Peyton changed into the flannel she couldn't help remember the nights in her apartment where she would jam out to one of Chris' songs. Shaking her head she reminded herself, "Don't go getting attached now, Sawyer." Sighing Peyton took off her wig and walked out of the bathroom, running her fingers through her wild honey curls as she pulled them out of their ponytail and heard Chris say, "Not your natural hair color, huh?" "Nope, that was a wig. This is it," she said referring to her hair as she pulled on a blonde curl. She then sat down on the bed, folding her long legs underneath her, wondering what exactly she was being paid for. Pulling a pillow onto her lap, Peyton just decided to ask so she could have something to tell Kit. "Hey, Keller what exactly am I being paid for?" she wondered. "You're being paid to be my girlfriend. We'll go out and have dates and everything like that. Kiss me, hug me and whenever I have gigs, you'll be there," Chris explains, "At premieres and parties too or wherever I think you should be for the week." "Okay, now I feel better knowing what our little arrangement entails. Thanks." Peyton mused, giving Chris a kiss on the cheek.
She moved from her spot next to him on the bed to behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and trailed her long fingers over the buttons of his shirt and undid them one by one. Chris sucked in a breath when he felt Peyton's fingers go underneath the hem of his white shirt and run along his abs and then the waistband of his jeans, then she lifted the shirt over his head tossing it aside, whispering seductively, "Just relax, Chris, you really need to loosen up." He didn't know why but he closed his eyes and started relaxing when he felt her hands curl around his shoulders and begin to knead them back and forth in a massage motion as she trailed kisses down his neck and was about to turn herself around, so she could straddle his lap but he grabbed wrists and pinned her down on the bed, kissing her passionately.