Food solves everything..

He knew!

"You were saying, Miss Grey?" He teased again with his eyes on me.

"I…" I've never felt this second hand embarrassment.

Well it's not my fault, if they had allowed me pick my stuffs from the hotel I lounged before kidnapping me.

"You?" He pushed me teasingly with his tone.

"I…" I swallowed, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, "I don't have anything to wear."

"And your problem is?" He plastered that smirk.

The bastard.

I wish Alberto was here.

Biting my lips softly, I looked away from him.

With a soft chuckle, he walked towards me and placed a hand on my hip. -Control it, control it Beck- Tilting my chin towards him, he grazed his thumb over ny soft pink lips, "You're not getting away from me that easy."

I blinked confused as I became aroused at the way he was touching me.

His voice was soft and caressing as he spoke, which was odd because I rarely ever heard him speak like that, "There's a bag at the side of the bed with a dress in it. Wear it. I'll be waiting for you