Her eyes darted around to her surroundings, as she took in the marvelous design that was classy and rich. Charlotte was in awe with the interior which had a warm ambiance from the dim golden lighting and modern chaises that were in the lobby area which felt very cold yet at the same time comfortable.
Vincent pulled her closer to him with her shoulders pressed against his chest when she was threatening to stray away to go explore the floor, and she turned her attention back to the receptionist lady whose dark hair was slicked back into a tight bun that aligned with the stern line of her lips.
The woman slid a velvet key card cover over the desk, and Vincent took it to place inside one of the many pockets of his vest. They were very few words exchanged between the two of them yet so much.
Vincent steered her to the left where the elevators were, and they stood there for a moment with his arms around her and his chin on top of the crown of her head. Charlotte didn't even try to fight it since she was tired and ready to crash after the whole fiasco.
It wasn't a good idea to stay out as Vincent had said, but Charlotte didn't know if it was a good alternative to stay in a flashy place that had Vincent's name branded over it. Maybe he did know what he was doing and consciously luring the vigilantes here.
The elevator dinged, and they shuffled inside along with some others who had their heads titled down on their phones and others making small talk. Tucked in the corner, Charlotte covered her yawn with her hand and ignored the hand that was playing with the belt loops of her shorts.
She sent him a glare when he softly tapped her legs which were getting dangerously close to the bottom of her shorts since people were around. Charlotte crossed her arms and leaned her head to the side of the elevator which was practically a shiny mirror since the metal was all glossy.
Everyone eventually got off so that they only remained when they approached higher and higher to the last floor of the hotel. Charlotte got off first when the elevator doors opened and stepped into the long hallway that was brightly lit with various paintings hung on the ornate walls. It was a mesh between old fashion rich and new fashion classy with crisp lines.
Charlotte stopped in front of the black door of the only room on the floor and twisted back to Vincent who was suddenly behind her sliding the key card down the keypad and unclicking the door. Her heart was pounding since she knew what Vincent was inviting, but she wasn't sure if it was the best decision to do so.
He spun her around, hitching her high on the wall on his knee, as he kicked the door closed with a beep that followed. A gasp came out her mouth when he pressed his hips to hers, and she could feel the pleasure that was in her grasp only if she gave in. His hands ran up her legs, and she shivered while she shifted her weight to her side to not put so much pressure on him.
"Wait," she whispered.
His head fell to her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her neck. "Charlotte."
She squeezed his cheek in retaliation. "Can I see the room?"
"You mean the bed?"
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "You can see the couch."
Vincent smiled at her as he pulled away and placed her on the ground. "Go ahead."
Charlotte leaned up and pressed a kiss to his chin in a silent thanks for not pressuring her. He embodied sexual pleasure, but she didn't want to go down that route yet.
She wanted to protect herself for a little longer while she could. Vincent was drawing her in, and she couldn't stop it. But for now, she could prolong her desires to keep her head on straight.
Charlotte padded through the penthouse after flicking the lights on, going through the kitchen that had a fully stocked refrigerator and through the living room with a television screen that had to span more than ninety inches.
She marveled at the twisting glass panels that divided the two rooms, a showpiece that served more as art instead of practical use, and the clear staircase that had an upper lodge-styled room that peeked over the first floor.
Charlotte grabbed Vincent's shirt, and he followed her upstairs, as she looked through the rooms with wonder. The master bedroom was all a burgundy red which was quite off-putting in her personal opinion since she preferred duller colors. She stopped in the doorway of the bathroom and turned back with a light smile.
"I'm going to shower and then sleep," she said.
Vincent pressed a hand to her head with a frown. "Are you feeling well?"
"I'm fine," Charlotte answered with a yawn. "I'm just tired."
"Okay. I'll call to bring up some clothing."
Charlotte nodded. "I yell if I need help."
"Yell if you need anything."
Charlotte slanted him a glare. "I'll not take you up on that offer."
Vincent smirked before reaching for the doorknob and closing the door in her face. Charlotte huffed out an irritated breath. Despite him closing the door on himself, Charlotte was on the receiving side of the embarrassment per usual.