What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [75]
“Not quite as intense,” he replied, seeming to understand her concerns. “If your visit here is a hurdle in your sex life, then last night was the hurdle in your visit here. Now that you accept certain things and are less afraid, the rest should come easier.” Then he propped himself up on one elbow. “Don’t get me wrong, though. Don’t start expecting those silk sheets and violins of yours. You’ll still be experiencing new things and I’ll still be stretching you to new limits.”
“Okay,” she said with a light nod, pleased enough by his answer. Last night had ultimately brought her many new and intense kinds of pleasure, but she wasn’t sure she could do that again. “So . . . does this sleepover come with breakfast?”
He looked a little doubtful, then sheepish. “I’m, uh, not a big breakfast guy. I usually grab a muffin or something easy from one of the restaurants, on the way to my office. What did you have in mind?”
“Um, eggs? Bacon?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“Donuts? Pastries?” she suggested.
“Nada.”
“Cereal? Toast?”
His eyes widened happily. “Hey, that I’ve got. I can offer you a smorgasbord of Cheerios or Rice Krispies. And—don’t get too excited, but I just remembered I might even have some cinnamon raisin bagels.”
“A fine feast to restore my energy after last night,” she teased.
After getting up, Brent slipped into a pair of white boxer briefs from a drawer, leaving Jenna to admire the way they hugged his ass—and his bulge, when he turned around. “Want a T-shirt?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, and he opened another drawer, soon tossing a faded aqua Miami Dolphins tee across the bed.
“Ah, look what we have here,” he said as she followed him into the living room a moment later. Through the front door, which sported a long glass panel, she followed his eyes to a shopping bag on the front stoop bearing the Hotel Erotique logo.
“What is it?” she asked as he opened the door, admitting a salty sea breeze.
“I sent a text message to the front desk last night after we got here,” he replied, pulling the bag inside. She’d remembered him playing with his phone, but had assumed he was checking messages. “I asked the clerk on duty to open the gift shop and send a few things over.”
When Brent handed her the bag, she looked inside to find a cami, some cotton shorts, a Hotel Erotique thong with hot pink trim, and a pair of flip-flops.
“Just enough for you to get back to the room without feeling obvious this morning. No bra—but I figured you’re a big girl now and won’t freak out if anyone sees you without one between here and there,” he added with a wink.
She couldn’t help saying the obvious. “That was really thoughtful.” Then what was equally obvious. “But is, um, that sort of request normal? To have clothes sent to your place?”
“No,” he said simply.
“So, um, won’t that mean whoever handled the request will figure out you brought a guest here after a fantasy?”
“Probably.”
“Will you be in trouble for that?”
He gave a shrug, but she wasn’t sure if he was as relaxed about the question as he tried to act. “Other employees might be pissed since it is against the rules—but I guess that’s one perk of being an owner. They can be pissed without it really affecting me.”
As Brent found cereal bowls and toasted the bagels, Jenna took the opportunity to explore a little more. She wasn’t sure why—but this seemed like the best chance she’d get to see what made Brent tick, besides insatiable lust.
She perused the built-in shelves in the living room—which opened onto the kitchen—and other than some sexual psychology books, again found all typical stuff. Among the CDs, which ranged from the eighties to current