Lets Not Fall in love.

"Don't even think about getting too comfortable." I had thrown myself into the bed of the hotel suite and soaked in the smell of the fresh sheets, and grabbed the chocolate off the pillow just like a child would. I didn't want to move at all, and if I would have had it my way, I wouldn't have. But I knew he had plans other than just laying in bed, which is exactly what I wanted to to. Lay in bed.

"Come on my sweet have dinner reserved in the restaurant . you do want to go, don't you?" I lifted my head I had thrown together a casual outfit of a black T-shirt crop top and some overalls. And I slept most of the whole way. He had no idea what I had up my sleeve.

" what color is your tuxedo?" I asked, turning my body to lay in the famous " draw me like one of your French girls" poses.

He looked at me with amused eyes. His smile calm and kind and he had his hands in his pockets. "All black, exept my grey undershirt." he answered. Perfect. That way I didn't clash with his outfit. "I should probably start getting ready now them. I grabbed my big back full of make up and hair products and made my way to the other bathroom. I really wanted to nap. It was a long way really. What if after the dinner he was too tired to do anything else? And by anything else I meant me.

"Baby..." he called after me. Was that the first time he ever called me that? I wonder. His voice was so low and sultry. I felt child is the way I turned immediately to look at him, my eyes are probably as large as saucers. And I waited and waited for him to say something but he never did. He slowly and simply strolled up to me, grabbed my face in his hands and proceeded to give me a long kiss.

I felt so dizzy. For a time I could just stand there, and then I let my bag slipped from my hands and I pulled him close to me. This Kiss was different from all his other kisses. The others have been more powerful and full of energy, even though this one was long and heated it also felt hesitant. And sentimental. Why was that? I didn't want him to let me go. I felt my knees weakening and my core getting hot. Maybe I wasn't ready for this, he said that he was my boyfriend, but was this really what boyfriends and girlfriends did? Or did he just say that to keep me happy? Was it simply a relationship between a sugar daddy and his baby?

Maybe. Maybe it was. Even as he slipped out of my grip and stood there with a grin. I told myself I didn't care.

Notes

If you want to see Amy's mouth watering dress. Jk.
Amy's dress

And her hair