Madison

"Wake up." I heard someone murmured near my left ear as a strong hand held my right arm and shook me softly. I groaned in protest and tried to bury my face in the pillows.

The bed is very soft and smells so nice. What a nice dream this is. I took one pillow and hugged it as I faced my right.

Suddenly, I felt a feather light kiss on my cheek and I moaned a little. I don't ever want to get up from this. Thinking of this heavenly bed while someone is lovingly trying to wake me up made me smile. But like all things nothing is perfect. I felt my tummy grumbled and realized that I'm so hungry. I lightly pout and stretched my body as I yawned.

"I'm hungry." I murmured. My alarm clock growled before I felt hot lips on my neck.

"I'm so hungry too." I heard a low and husky voice murmured as the lips traced the path on neck to my jawline and to my ears.

I instantly felt goosebumps all over my body. Am I having a wet dream?

"What?" I smiled and sighed.

"I'm so hungry for you baby." I heard this voice murmured on my ears before nipping my earlobes.

Because I'm laying on my side, I used my left hand to hold my kisser. I touched his face and ran my fingers on his hair. I heard a sexy moan before I felt a hand on my upper stomach just right below my bosom.

Suddenly, my phone rang. Oh stupid alarm clock. Now I have to wake up and go to work. I opened to my eyes and expected to see my room but instead, I saw an unfamiliar room. It took me a moment to remember that I am in the hotel room.

I was about to relax when I felt the hand on my stomach tracing upward to my breast. What the hell? I was alone last night. Out of reflex, I jerked myself away and rolled on the other side of the bed as I pushed the person who is trying to touch me.

I sat up and was surprised to look at a very confused Dan. He has white shirt and black jeans and he looks like he just stepped out of the pages of magazine. For a moment, I just stared at him until I came into my senses and realized that he is not supposed to be here.

"What are you doing here?!" I yelled at him.

How did he get in? For a few seconds, Dan didn't answer and just continued staring at me. His eyes, which grew darker and darker for each passing seconds, just looked into my eyes until they came down to my mouth and slowly went down to my breasts.

I saw him took a sharp breath which made me looked at my body and saw that my breasts are proudly in display to him. I also took a sharp breath as I covered them by the blanket.

"What the hell Dan!" I yelled again.

I grabbed the ringing phone and threw it to his face before marching to the bathroom where I left my clothes last night.

I took time in the shower, partly to calm my myself from anger and partly to calm my stupid hormones from ranging. How on earth did he managed to go inside my room? Most importantly, why is he touching me? I touched the spot in my stomach that Dan held earlier and took a deep breath.

Stupid sexy jerk.

After shower, I dried myself and put the same clothes that I had last night. I opened the door of the bathroom a little and tried to peek if he is still in the room. I did not find Dan, but I smelled something wonderful which made me go out of the shelter of the bathroom faster than my pride would allow.

I followed the smell and saw a very deliciously looking toasted bread with sunny side up eggs, bacon and hot dogs. Looking at the food made my stomach grumble again and I heard a chuckle on my side.

"I thought you were already eating breakfast inside the bathroom. You were taking so long I was thinking of joining you. After all, I'm so hungry too." I heard him say as his eyes darkened with lust. I felt goosebumps on arms even its not cold. Stupid traitor body.

"What are you doing here? How did you manage to go in?" I asked and I saw him smirk.

"Simple. I went to the reception and told the girl that I forgot my card inside the room and I don't want to disturb my girlfriend from her badly needed sleep. She checked the hotel room and saw the room booked in my name and gave me a duplicate card." He said as he winked at me. I saw the bruise from his cheek from yesterday is starting to fade. Maybe I should give him another today.

I grabbed the chair from the dining table and sat. I looked at him and angrily stabbed a hot dog. His brows raised and his mouth fell open I purposely bit the hot dog and chew it harshly. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat and sat on the chair opposite of mine and began eating his breakfast quietly.

We ate our breakfast without talking. My mood is so much better after I finished my plate. The food was exquisite especially the toasted bread and the milk. I don't drink coffee, so I was so happy to see that they put milk there as well. I looked at Dan and saw that he also finished his breakfast and is now sipping his coffee. I sighed and place my mug on the table.

"Why did you come here?" I asked him.

He looked up at me and sheepishly smile. He looked so adorable when he does that.

"Nothing. I was just bored." I rolled my eyes on him.

"I was thinking of taking you to shop today, but the media is giving us more attention than I anticipated. So I guess that is off the list to do for now. I can get a personal shopper for you though. Just give me your size and I'll forward it to the shopper." I bit my lower lip as I looked down on my cup. Do I need to change all of my wardrobe?

"What's wrong, Red?" I heard him asked.

"Why do I need to change my clothes?" I asked him.

"I mean, I'm not going anywhere and I'm not pretending to be somebody else. I'm only a student who works in a book store. I'm sure that my choice of outfits are understandable." I added as I looked at him. Dan blinked a few times before giving me a half smile.

"I just thought you would like a new wardrobe. You can wear whatever you like. Although It would be nice if you stop wearing those kind of jeans. You look underage and it makes me look like a pedophile." He said and I looked down to my jeans. I looked back at him and raised my eyebrows.

"How old are you, old man?" I asked and his half smile turned into a full grin. He can't be older than twenty-seven. Well, maybe twenty-seven. Or twenty-eight.

"Old enough to know your boob cup is C."