Finding My Prince Charming(10)

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, but I felt hurt inside.

“Who’s that? Is it Max?” Anna called out eagerly.

“No,” I called back, and he stared at me curiously.

“Do you wish it were him?” he asked me softly.

“Why would I care if he was here?” I shook my head, annoyed.

“Just checking.” He walked into the hotel room and walked up to the bed. “Here’s a coffee and a cheese and onion pastry. It should make you feel better.” He handed both items to a shocked Anna.

She sat up in the bed, looking confused, and her eyes were wide with shock. I giggled as I stared at her. Her hair was all over the place, and she looked like a scarecrow.

“Thanks.” She took them tentatively and gave him a small smile.

“No problem.” He turned around and walked back to me. “And this is for you. The same thing. Though I got you a doughnut as well.”

“A doughnut?”

“To keep your lips sweet.” He smiled and looked at my lips for a few seconds.

“Oh.” I swallowed hard and sat down on the couch. “Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling today?” he asked me as he sat next to me.

“I’m fine.” I shrugged. “It was Anna who was drunk.”

“I see.” He looked over at her as she ate eagerly. “Max always seems to know how to pick them.”

“We were at the museum last night ...” I started and he nodded.

“I know.”

“Oh, well, last night you—” I started again, and he jumped up.

“How do you think I made it to the hotel so quickly?” He looked down at me with dark eyes. “I saw you get into the cab with him. I know Max well. I knew what he had planned.”

“He was coming back here for Anna,” I spoke up defensively.

“No offense to Anna, but he was coming back for both of you. I’m sure he thought it was his lucky night.”

“So you really thought I was going to sleep with him?”

He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be the first girl to fall for his act.”

“How rude—” I started to respond, but Anna responded.

“So you’re telling me I chose another loser?” She sighed and sipped her coffee. “Why do I always pick the assholes?”

“Maybe because you jump before you look.”

“Well, you were about to jump too.” She gave me a pointed look.

“Anna.” I gave her a direct and angry look.

“Yes, Lola?” She smiled innocently. “I’m just saying neither one of us is immune to sex gods.”

“Uh huh.” I turned away from her, and I could see Xavier staring at me with a curious expression. “Can I help you?” I asked him in irritation.

“Spend the day with me.”

“What?” I wasn’t sure how to feel by his request. It wasn’t something I had seen coming.

“You speak English, yes? Let’s spend the day together.”

“Why?” I frowned.

“So that tonight doesn’t feel like sex with a stranger,” he whispered in my ear and then laughed as I stared at him in shock. “Or did we get our signals mixed last night?”

“What did he say?” Anna shouted out. “I can’t hear.”

“Anna.” I shot her another look and she grinned back at me. “I think you should leave, Xavier.”

“So that’s a no to spending the day together?” He ran his hands through his damp, dark hair.

“What do you think?”

“I thought you were a girl who didn’t play games.” He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were a girl who would appreciate a fun weekend, no strings attached.”

“I see.”

“I guess I was wrong?”

I stared at him for a few seconds with my insides bubbling over. I didn’t know what to say. He was right, of course. I wasn’t the sort of girl who would spend a weekend with a strange guy. I’d never had a one-night stand. I’d only slept with one guy before. And he’d been my boyfriend for two years. He was someone I’d thought I’d loved. I’d thought I was going to marry him. Then I’d walked in on him sleeping with two girls from his political science class. He’d said that they wanted to have a threesome, and who was he to say no? I’d been devastated that he had been able to cheat and then act so nonchalant about it. It had made me question everything.

I was entitled to have a wild weekend. What was one wild weekend? Especially if it were with a guy like Xavier. He’d turned me on with a kiss more than my ex had done when we’d made love. It wasn’t like I’d ever see him again. It could be fun. I was entitled to fun after everything.