“What are you doing?” She called out, shocked.
“I’m changing. I just told you that.”
“You can’t change here, in front of me.” She gasped. “That’s craziness. I thought you would go into the bathroom.”
“Why?” I frowned and pulled my pants down and kicked off my shoes before pulling the pants off completely.
“Because I didn’t expect you to be standing in front of me almost naked.” Her voice was soft as she stared at me, standing there in my briefs.
“But the fact is I’m not naked.” I grinned and put my hands on the top of my briefs. “Unless you’d like me to be.”
“Leo Maxwell, stop playing games with me.” She jumped up and walked towards the door. “I’m going to go to my room now.”
“What? Why?” I frowned and stared at her. This was not how I’d foreseen the night going down.
“You’re obviously ready for tomorrow.” She took one last sip of wine and placed the glass on the floor. “I’m not going to spend the rest of the night in the room with you while you try and scandalize me with your body and comments.”
“What comments?” I said innocently as I walked towards her.
“Your horse comments.” She blushed as her eyes fell to my briefs.
“As you can see I’m very much a stallion.” I grinned as I nodded down. I was feeling slightly hard and I know my package was showing her everything I had to offer.
“Good night, Leo.” She quickly opened the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She said hurriedly as she left the room.
“I’ll see you in twenty minutes in my mind.” I laughed behind her.
Chapter Six
Hannah
I sank into my bed and stretched out in the luxurious sheets. I wished I had a bed like this at home. This bed wouldn’t even fit into my room. I buried my face in the pillow and breathed in the smell of downy. An image of an almost naked Leo springs to my mind and I groaned and rolled over. Why did he have to be so sexy? I thought I was going to faint when he’d reached down to take his briefs off. A part of me had been disappointed that he hadn’t. I was curious to see what he was working with. Though, I could believe he was a stallion. I bit down on my lip as I imagined making out with him.
“Hannah! Stop it.” I groaned as I fantasized about him kissing me. “You’re not fifteen.” I lectured myself as I thought about his chiseled chest. He had a six-pack that looked like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
Beep Beep. I frowned as I reached for my phone. Who was texting me?
“What you doing?” It was Leo.
“I’m going to bed.” I typed back immediately.
“Oh wow. Enjoy yourself.”
“What does that mean?”
“Enjoy yourself in bed with thoughts of me.”
“What are you talking about?” I bit down on my lower lip as I got under the sheets.
“You know. :)”
“No, I don’t.”
“I think you do.”
“Whatever. Good night, Leo.” I shook my head and turned the TV on. Beep Beep. Another message came through and I reluctantly reached for my phone to check it. It was a photo of something white.
“What’s this?” I typed confused.
“The stallion. :)”
I gasped and looked at the photo again. He’d taken a photo of the front of his boxer shorts. Pervert.
“You’re a pervert. You shouldn’t be sexting me.”
“This is not sexting. I’ll show you what sexting is.” He typed back immediately and sent another photo. I closed my eyes as I waited for the image to download. I left out a sigh of relief as I saw it was just a photo of his naked chest. “Your turn now.”
“You wish.” I shook my head at the phone.
“I do. Bra or panties is fine.”
“You’re so inappropriate.”
“You’re the one that told me you only eat stallions.”
“That’s because you made the comment about horses.”
“That’s because you told me you enjoy riding.”
“I never said that. You brought up riding.”
“So you prefer being on the bottom?”
“I never said that.”
“What position do you prefer?”
“I’m not talking about this with you!”
“Sex helps to relieve stress.”
“Then you better go and find someone then. This is New York, I’m sure there are prostitutes in the bar downstairs.”
“I’m hurt that you think I need a prostitute to get laid. :(.”
“Whatever.”
“Want to cuddle?”
“No.”
“Make out?”
“No.”
“Spoon?”
“No?”
“Want me to have a mutually delicious snack??”
“NO.”
“Darn.”
“Good night, Leo.”
“I don’t want to go to sleep yet.”
“I didn’t give you my number for you to try and get me into bed via text.” I sent the text and waited for his response, but nothing came through. I put the phone down, a little sad that our exchange had ended already, though I knew I was playing with fire by flirting with him, even if it was just a little bit. I reached for the remote control and turned the channel. Then my phone beeped again. Only it wasn’t a new text. I had a new email. I opened my email and pulled up my new email.
To: Hannah Will
From: Leonardo Maxwell
Re: Does this work better than texts?
Dear Hannah,
I received your text and decided that maybe I’d have better luck with an email. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get a booty-call. Please know that I respect you. Please know that I want nothing more than to prove to you that I am a stallion rather than a horse. And maybe we can keep each other warm tonight?
Yours Sincerely,
Leo
I read his email twice and rolled my eyes before responding.
To: Leonardo Maxwell
From: Hannah Will
Re: Emails are not better than texts!!
Leo,
Emails are not better than texts. Both can be used when requesting a booty-call. I don’t care if you’re a stallion or horse. Good Night.
Hannah
Your Assistant
I pressed send and waited for his response a bit more eagerly than I wanted to admit to myself.
To: Hannah Will
From: Leonardo Maxwell
Re: Emails are slightly better than texts, yes?