Page 26 of Rich Girl
She wants to stomp her foot at me so badly, struggling to contain herself. The fact that she currently has no shoes on, makes her too adorable for words. She is taller than any of thegirls I’ve ever been with, and probably the most fit as well. You can tell she takes good care of herself.
I can also tell that she comes from money. This whole story she’s been spinning to me about being in between jobs is just that, a story.
My eyes do a quick scan of her body, noticing all the little things that I missed while we were in the dim light at the restaurant. Her clothes look expensive and high quality, her hair is perfectly styled even though we walked outside, and it was a little breezy. Also, if I’m not mistaken, she’s got some work done to her face.
“I’m saying that this,” I make an imaginary circle with my finger as I point to our surroundings, “is way above my paygrade, babe. But I’m glad you do well for yourself.”
I pull her into a hug but let go before it can turn into anything more. Just as I turn to leave, she grabs my hand.
“Wait!”
Her voice sounds desperate, which is surprising. I’m sure she could have anyone she wanted. I doubt she’s had a shortage of men messaging her on the app.
“T-this is not what you think.”
For the first time since we met in person earlier tonight, she looks unsure of herself, and, dare I say, vulnerable. For some reason, that pulls at my heart’s strings, stopping me in my tracks.
“It’s not?”
My eyes never leave hers when I ask that. There are so many emotions showing on her face, I’m sure she’d be horrified if she realized that I can read her like a book. All the girls who try to pull something are very bad at hiding their true intentions.
“I’m here only for a few days,” she confesses in a quiet tone. She glances around us, like she worries someone might hear. “And we can have the room to ourselves.”
It looks like she’s still going with her story about the room not being hers. She begs me with her eyes to believe her and go along with what she wants. In the end, I really don’t have anything to lose.
“Just the two of us, huh?” I tease her.
She hunches over in relief before grabbing my hand once again and pulling me toward the elevators. She has her shoes and purse clutched to her chest as she marches us past a couple of people.
Luckily, there is no one else waiting for a car when we get to the elevators, but there is an attendant inside of it when the doors open.
“Good evening, miss, sir.”
He smiles at us while holding the door until we walk in. I have to admire the way Hayden carries herself despite being barefoot. She looks regal, and no one would dare to stop her.
“Floor eighteen, please,” she instructs the attendant.
We stand side by side, holding hands, and staring at each other in the mirrored doors. When she notices that I’m looking at her, she smirks in the corner of her mouth, but then tries to hide it. I do the same when I catch her, except that I don’t try to hide my amusement.
“We have arrived,” the attendant informs us. “Have a most pleasant evening.”
We walk outside, and the doors to the elevator close behind us in an instant. I follow Hayden’s soft steps until we reach the door to her room. Right before she is about to open it, she lets out a small gasp of panic.
“I don’t remember if I left a mess in there or not. Housekeeping doesn’t come in the afternoons…”
I move her hair to the side and bend over until I reach her ear.
“I don’t care,” I whisper, making her shiver.
There is no hesitation anymore when she pushes the door open. We step in, and I look around us in confusion.
“What is this place?”
Hayden appears to be confused by me being confused. “What do you mean?”
“There is no bed,” I point out the obvious. In fact, it looks like we are in a very spacious living area.
When she catches on to what I’m saying, she starts laughing.
