Page 13 of Book Bae

“You were clearly dealing with your own issues tonight, yet you put them aside and focused on me. You made sure that I was good and spent all these hours with me doing so.”

“Making sure that you were good assured that I was good.”

His words warmed my heart, and I hated for our time to come to an end, but it was three in the morning, and I needed to get back.

“It’s been good talking to you, Micaiah. Honestly, this was probably the most fun I’ve had all weekend. It’s morning. I need to get back,” I declared.

I suppressed a yawn and looked out the window.

I didn’t want to leave, because somehow, I knew that I would miss his presence.

“Let me pay the bill, and I’ll walk you back.”

I nodded and waited. While I waited, I couldn’t help but wondering if Micaiah could be a potential book bae. He was thoughtful, generous, and a great listener. Or maybe my imagination had run off with me this weekend. Only time would tell.

“Pussy was easy. Pussy was everywhere. Fucking wasn’t a thing, but a need—but making love? Making love was a privilege and could only be experienced with the right connection—the right woman: Eris.” –Love No Limit, MJ Stone

“Do you want to have one last drink before we say goodbye?”

“I’d better not. I have an early morning, and it’s late—or early,” I declared, glancing at the Rolex on my arm.

“How about coffee?” she suggested.

I smiled because I realized that this wasn’t about drinking. Like me, she wasn’t ready for our connection to end. She wanted more time with me as badly as I felt I needed it with her. There was something about this girl that pulled me in.

“I can have a coffee or two,” I replied as she slid her card against the reader.

“Cool, I—” Her words were cut off by the loud moaning of someone having sex.

I smirked at her as she rolled her eyes. “Sounds like someone is enjoying themselves.”

“Leave it to Mone to get it in whenever she can. We’re so opposite. I’m sorry you wasted your time walking me up here.”

“Never a waste. I’ve enjoyed our time and conversation.”

“I’m going back down to the bar and give her time to finish.”

“Or you could come to my room. I promise nothing but drinks and good conversation. No harm, no pressure.”

She smiled and asked, “Are you sure?”

“Hell yeah.”

I took her hand and led her to the elevator. We rode in silence two floors up before we entered my suite.

“This is nice,” she stated, looking around.

“Thank you. I like traveling in style and having a luxurious experience. Make yourself comfortable,” I instructed as I picked up the phone to dial for room service.

I poured champagne for us after I ordered strawberries, the hotel’s deluxe chocolate, and ice cream sundaes.

“I thought you said you didn’t need another drink because you have an early morning.”

“I do, but champagne don’t count.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, giggling as she took a sip.

“Promise you that it doesn’t. It’s not the hard stuff.”