Laughing, I leant back against the wall and closed my eyes. I was getting a banging headache now. “Me too. Not consummate but you know what I mean, I gave it to her good.”
Logan chuckled under his breath. “Good night all round then.”
“What’s the plan for today? You and Chlo doing anything?” I asked as the lift stopped on the ground floor and we headed to the bar.
“She needs food so after not drinking the herbal tea we’ll come down for breakfast. After that we’ll probably see off the people that are leaving today and spend the rest of the time in bed.”
“Sounds very similar to my plan.”
I ordered three coffees and a herbal tea for Chloe to pour away and we went back.
“Any developments with Nell?” He asked, pressing the button in the lift for our floor.
“Who knows? Things between us are changing and I know she feels it too but what she’ll do about it is anyone’s guess.”
“She’ll get there.”
I hoped so. The lift stopped and the doors slid open. “See you later, man, if we can still walk after today,” I said, winking.
He scoffed. “Twenty quid I have more sex than you.”
“Oh it’s on, brother!” I said, backing out of the lift and watching a smug looking Logan walk the opposite end of the corridor to his room.
I opened the door and put the coffee down on the bedside table. Nell was fully under the cover but she pulled it down enough to reveal her eyes. “Coffee. Oh God, coffee, I love you.”
Of course, the coffee she loved. Fucking woman.
“Drink up, I’m calling room service for breakfast and then we’re spending the whole day fucking.”
Cocking her eyebrow, she replied, “Are we now?”
“Logan thinks he and Chloe can do it more.”
She sat up, winced and reached for the coffee. “I’m going to need pain killers. Get ordering and then get naked.”
Fuck, I loved her.
Nell and I spent all day in bed, ordering food to the room when we needed it. After the first time it stopped being about beating Chloe and Logan and became about us. We were free of expectations and the looks of people that assumed we’d announce we were exclusive soon.
We didn’t have to do anything but whatever the hell we wanted. The sun was setting and we kept the curtains open, watching the sky darken. Neither one of us was dressed but the quilt was pulled up to my waist and, unfortunately, just above Nell’s chest.
“Five years time where will you be?” I asked.
She took a second, licked the ice cream off the spoon and said, “New York working for some super huge and super powerful company that I helped to turn around. I’ll have a flat…or apartment that overlooks Central Park and drink cocktails after work every night.”
I could see her doing all of that. “Dreaming big.”
“Only way to do it. What’s the point in aiming low?”
“Hey, I’m with you there. Room for me in your suitcase?”
“Want to conquer the advertising world in America?”
“I’d planned on the world but America is a good start, I suppose.”
She sighed. “I doubt I’ll ever get to New York.”
“Not with that attitude. Where did that come from anyway?”
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t smash it just that I couldn’t not have quick and easy access to Cadburys, and I think getting blank looks when I use the words bellend, tosser and wanker would piss me off.”
Laughing, I leant over and kissed the side of her head. “Fair point.”
“What about you? Five years?”
“Mansion. Inside pool. Ten car garage.”
“You’re such a guy.”
“Yes.”
I had hoped that she’d mention something about wanting to be with someone – me – by five years time or engaged by then. Not Nell. But that was probably because in her head she’d still be single in five years. What would it take to get through to her?
“Ten years?” She asked. “You know, when you’re old and past it.”
“Ah, well I’ll still have the mansion, cars and pool but I’ll be sharing it with a woman that’ll keep me young.”
She turned her nose up. “You’re disgusting. You’re going to be one of those old men with really young wives, aren’t you?”
“Tempting but perhaps a little too cliché.”
“Cougar?”
“Why do I either have to have a child bride or a granny?”
“Because someone your own age isn’t funny.”
“Thanks. What about you? Sugar daddy?” Me!
“I don’t do marriage or any of that shit.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. Biting my lip, I looked away. There was nothing I could do to make her want more, want me, and nothing I’d want to do. It hurt. I swallowed the sting and looked over.
“Lay down.”
“I am laying down?” She said.
“Lay down more.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, Nell, just lay the fuck down!”
She was so infuriating sometimes. If she was lying naked next to me I’d do just about anything she asked with no question.
Giggling, she put the ice cream on the bedside table, shoved the quilt off her body and pushed herself down on the bed so she was laying flat.