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still felt like I should maintain some decency.
     
    "Sure, go if you want. But I was just about to order some breakfast," he said.
     
    "Nate, this is a five star hotel. The breakfast costs more than my first car loan. There's a McDonald's down the street, why don't you get something there?" I said. Nate shrugged.
     
    "It's not a problem, really. Please order something if you're hungry. On me, of course."
     
    I began to wonder if Nathan was wealthy. Sure, he had worn jeans to a wedding but they looked to be rather expensive. His shoes were black Italian leather and judging by the expensive aftershave I had seen in the bathroom last night when I had gone to clean up, he certainly was not strapped for cash. My head told me to leave immediately and pick myself up an egg McMuffin on my walk of shame, but my stomach and my heart told me to stay for breakfast. It couldn't hurt, could it? It certainly couldn't make things any worse. If I was going to be a slut who slept with random guys who she barely tolerated, I might as well be a well fed slut. At least, that was what I told myself.
    Nate picked up the phone and ordered an ungodly amount of food. Eggs Florentine, bacon, hash browns, a Spanish omelet, a fruit bowl, a stack of chocolate chip pancakes and another stack of blueberry as well as some waffles. Then he turned to me.
     
    “What do you want?”
     
    “Uh, same please.”
     
    “Double that. Thanks man,” he said, before hanging up and turning back to me.
     
    “You just ordered like a hundred dollars’ worth of breakfast,” I said, sitting up.
     
    “I hope you don't think I'm about to pay for that.”
     
    “I'm aware, and I told you, I'm paying,” he smirked, “It's the least I can do after the way you sucked my dick last night.”
     
    I rolled my eyes. He was just as crass as I had remembered. Just because I was good at giving blow jobs didn't mean I wanted to be complimented on that particular skill.
     
    “Maybe I shouldn't stay for breakfast then,” I said.
     
    A glimmer of worry appeared in his green eyes for a nanosecond before he regained his arrogant smirk. He pulled me into his arms and held me close to him.
     
    “Come on, don't be like that Ruby,” he said. “I'm just dicking around. Plus, even if you think I'm a total asshole I don't know too many girls who can say no to chocolate chip pancakes.”
     
    I sighed. He had me there. Working as a freelance artist wasn't exactly a one way ticket to riches. My regular breakfasts usually consisted of a cup of instant black coffee and a slice of white toast with a sliver of butter. All that food sounded incredible. Knowing that I'd be eating it next to a sexy guy, well, that helped too.
     
    “OK OK, I'll stay for breakfast.”
     
    “Great!” he said, and I could see a genuine smile on his face. At least food would be a good distraction. The last thing I needed was for him to initiate any more sexy activities. When he touched me, even innocently on the shoulder, I felt myself losing control of myself in a way that I never had with Jeff, or anyone else for that matter. It unnerved me. I hated not being in control of my own emotions. Besides, my life was sad enough already without me falling in love with a one night stand. So despite laying naked next in his arms I tried my best to keep the conversation strictly platonic. We could talk about the weather, politics, and knitting. Any unsexy topic would do.
     
    "So...you think it's gonna rain today?" I asked, and he looked at me like I had two heads. God damn it, he could already tell how crazy about him that I was. I just prayed that he wouldn't comment on it, or worse, make fun of me.
     
    "Probably not," he answered politely, as if we were two strangers making small talk in an elevator. I wanted distance, sure, but this was too much. I still wanted to know him. I wracked my brains for something a little more personal to say as an awkward silence filled the room.
     
    "Tell me about your