We entered the elevator in total silence after that shitty situation at the reception, I was tense and desperately in need to know how Marina was reacting to this change in events.
- These suites usually have a very comfortable sofa, I can keep it. - I said feeling like I was stepping on eggs because I had no fucking idea of what Marina was thinking about that whole situation.
- Okay. Well, I said we could handle that, didn't I? - she replied smiling, which was a great relief. At least I knew that she wasn't that upset.
We entered our room and I went directly to the mini bar, looking for something to drink. I needed something to relax even though the way I really wanted to relax wasn't by having a drink, it would do. It had to do. The mystery now was how I was going to be able to control all my lust and dirty thoughts having to share a room with her, the one who was responsible for causing them. I poured myself a whiskey and asked if Marina wanted something to drink but she preferred to go straight to the bath, which would give me some time to try to organize my thoughts. It was not long before our luggage was delivered. I left mine next to the sofa and took Marina's to the side of the bed.
I looked for my laptop with the intention of checking my emails, which could be a good distraction for my perverted mind, which only made me think of Marina, right there, just a few steps away from me, totally naked and wet. Holy shit! Whiskey wasn't helping, but I shouldn't risk getting drunk either. In a moment of clarity I decided to pick up the menu and choose our dinner, I got her taste right once, I could certainly get it right again.
I managed to get distracted for a while with the menu and then I got a call from work, and for the first time I thanked him for having to deal with a boring subject. While talking on the cell phone, I took off my shirt that was supposed to be soaked because all of that rain but my body was so hot that the shirt was almost dry and hadn't even bothered me. I got up to put it somewhere at the exact moment when the bathroom door opened, Marina was standing at the door with a towel wrapped around her head and another around her body, that damn lucky towel. I ended my call and went towards her, who didn't move. She just stood there staring at me.
- I ordered pasta for us, you said you were hungry. - I said approaching her.
- Oh, thank you, I really am. - She replied, still staring at me with those confused eyes. She no longer had any makeup on her face and still looked beautiful, how was it possible?
- They also brought our bags, I left yours by the bed. - I said pointing to the bed. And only then reality hit me hard. At that moment, I had everything I most wanted in these last days, Marina half naked and a bed. I was so fucking tense that my mouth got dry as if I had kissed a camel ass in the midle of the desert.
- I need a bath too. - I said before I left rationality aside and ended up taking that damn towel off her and taking her to bed.
- Sure, sorry. I didn't find any robes, but there are towels in that closet there. - she answered.
- Those robes? - I said pointing to the bed again. Everything called attention to that damn bed.
- Sure. - she replied, making an embarrassed face and leaving the way.
I went to the bathroom and took the last sip of the whiskey I was still holding in my hands. Man, I was fucked up, what would I do? We kissed and it was so fucking hot and that kiss made me sure she wanted me too, although I still wasn't sure of how much she wanted me. It was getting more and more complicated for me, but I had to be in control of the situation and not turn everything into the main attraction of Vincenzo Barbieri's Great Shit Show.
I needed a shower, a handjob, calm down and then I would go out of that bathroom and be the gentleman my mom raised me to be. And that wasn't the time for me to be concerned that I was the kind of gentleman that uses the words "handjob" and "mom" in the same sentence. Shit, I was doomed.
I left the bathroom with the false feeling of having calmed down, only to find Marina dressed in a tiny black silk nightgown, so fucking hot. What the hell! That woman would be my undoing.
- Dinner is here. - She said smiling as I kept staring at her, with all kinds of perverted thoughts running through my head.
- Can I use the bathroom again? - She continued.
Maybe I thought out loud enough that she could hear it, or maybe my naughty face made her embarrassed.
- Sure, I'm done. - I replied devouring her with my eyes when she passed me towards the bathroom.
I went to change clothes and set the table for dinner, I also ordered a wine that matched the pasta al mare. I wasn't taking her out to dinner but it could be just as enjoyable. She didn't take long in the bathroom and came out wrapped in her robe, which was a shame, I already missed that tiny sexy nightgown.
- That smell is great. I'm starving. - she said as she walked in my direction and I couldn't help but notice that she was also looking at me intensely. It wasn't only me.
- I hope I got it right. - I replied pulling the chair for her to sit.
- I trust her good taste. - she answered.
- I also ordered a wine that matches the pasta, but if you don't want to drink I can order something else for you. - I said.
- I love wine, it will help you relax.
It was lovely to see how she liked to eat, how much she enjoyed it. I could have sworn she was having something like an orgasm with the expressions she made while devouring the dough. Again being different from the women I used to date, who had dietary restrictions because of their bodies and who counted calories even from salad leaves. But Marina was different, she ate with desire and it was amazing to see that in her.
During dinner we talked for hours, about anything and everything. We talk about work, projects and I don't know as well as we finish in the subject movies. More specifically about movies we like to watch but are too embarrassed to admit.
- I bet your Netflix recommendations list are full of Adam Sandler movies or are you going to tell me that you only watch cult movies? - she asked.
- I have nothing to be ashamed of the movies I watch, woman. - I answered.
- Show me then. - she said, staring at me when she got up from the table, before running to the room. - Come on Vincenzo, login and password per favore. - It was so sexy when she said words in italian.
- Okay, but only if you show me your list too. - I said, getting up then and following her.
- With pleasure. - she answered.
I logged in to the TV and handed her the controller.
- Let me see and discover all of your deep secrets, documentaries about architecture, cuisine, this is boring and this is boring too. Ah, The Walking Dead. - She said looking surprised.
- Oh come on, are you going to tell me that you don't watch The Walking Dead? - I asked.
- I confess that I stopped watching a little after Negan started to terrorize Alexandria. - she answered.
- Ok, now your list, that was the agreement. - I said.
-Calm down, I feel like there's still something here. I KNEW IT! ADAM SANDLER, A LOT OF MOVIES OF ADAM SANDLER. OH MY GOD, YOU WATCH FRIENDS TOO. - by that time I could realize that the wine had already affected her. She screamed and jumped on the bed, excited. And I couldn't help but be happy with her joy.
- I don't know why all the fuss, I remember saying that I was not ashamed of my film list. - I asked.
- Okay, I'll show you. I'm just going to get another glass of wine and I'll be right back. Do you want some more? - She said jumping out of bed and running towards the table where we had dinner. When she returned, I was taken aback by the sexy nightgown that decided to show up again.
- So here's my movie list. - she said when she handed me the control.
- My God woman, but what a peculiar taste. Donnie Darko and Mexican soap opera, that's a peculiar mix.
- I'm eclectic when it comes to cinema and don't even be impressed by Donnie Darko, I didn't understand anything about it. - she answered.
- It's not that complicated. - I said.
- Do the honors and explain to me then. - She took the control from my hand and sat next to me on the bed, we were so close that I swore I could feel the heat coming out of her body and coming towards mine.
- Let's watch and you pause where you have doubts, okay? - I replied making myself better in bed.
- Yes sir. - She replied, sipping some more of her wine.
That would be a really interesting night.