Page 20 of His Temptation
LiamC:A bit young for me tbh. I’m 37.
Me:I don’t mind it if you don’t ;)
“Oh my fucking god,” I muttered under my breath. The winking emoji might make me seem immature. There was something about this guy that drew me in, and I didn’t want my age to be a factor. It wasn’t like I was underage or anything.
I’d keep me being a virgin to myself, though. That would certainly chase him away.
LiamC:What are you looking for on here? Sex, dating…?
Me:Sex. But a guy earlier asked me if I ever thought of being a foot model, so idk. I might find a job on here too.
LiamC:lol wasn’t expecting that.
I liked that I’d made him laugh. It showed he wasn’t a stiff.
Me:I’d ask what you’re looking for, but your profile answered that for me. I’m interested in hooking up if you are.
Another long pause.
LiamC:Meet me in an hour.
He then sent an address. I put it into the GPS and saw it was a Marriott hotel. Fancy. It would take me around twenty minutes to get there, so after checking myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time and making sure I smelled good, I left the apartment.
Sensible Cason told me Liam could be a creeper. Maybe even a serial killer who used hookup apps to pick up his victims. But Horny Cason told him to fuck off. Plus, I was meeting Liam at a hotel, anicehotel. If he planned to kill me and turn me into a Cason kabob, he would’ve picked somewhere less conspicuous.
The hotel was busier than I’d expected, and it took me a bit to find a parking spot. The hotel was near the interstate, though, so it probably got a ton of business from people traveling through the area. Because god knows they weren’t visiting our nowhere town in Arkansas.
Sitting in the car, I went back into the app and messaged Liam.
Me:Here.
LiamC:Just checked in. Room 319. Come up when you’re ready.
My hands shook as I cut the engine. My legs wobbled as I got out of the car. Doubt slammed into me as I walked across the parking lot toward the entrance. People did this stuff all the time. I was just inexperienced.
Once in the hotel, the guy behind the counter greeted me. I nodded to him and went to the elevator, hitting the button for the third floor. The thing went up fairly quick, and as it climbed each floor, my pulse raced faster. I had the urge to puke when I reached the third floor and the elevator doors opened. After stepping out into the hall, I stood in place and focused on my breathing.
Virginity meant nothing to me. I wasn’t freaking out over that. I couldn’t wait to lose it. But was losing it to a complete stranger the best idea?
“Come on,” I told myself, bouncing on my heels to pump myself up. Just like I did before a big game.
A woman came out of the room beside me and went wide-eyed.
“Hey,” I said, my face heating as I stopped bouncing. “Uh, sorry.”
I walked down the hall, checking the room numbers. 313. Another few steps. 315.Shit, I was getting close. And then I reached room 319.
You can do this. If you get a weird vibe, you can just leave.
With my throat tight and my stomach in knots, I lifted a hand and knocked. Light at first and then once more a little harder. I heard movement on the other side—footsteps followed by the creak of him turning the handle.
I was fucking trembling. From nerves. From excitement. The door opened, and the air rushed from my lungs. Black hair. Piercing blue eyes. And a face as shocked as mine.
“Mr. Cross?”
Chapter 6
Emery
