Chapter 5 Bloody Mary

• 5: "Bloody Mary"Bloody Mary
• 5
• We begin to walk inside the room and obviously my eyes were everywhere while my heart was thumping against my chest, I mean come on its one room with Gage Stockholm for goodness sake! But I think the room temperature is making me even more nervous. It's freezing here or I'm just literally wet and naked that's why it's cold.
• "We're going to share a room?" I ask.
• Of course I'm worried that I'll be sharing a room with him. I'm naked underneath this bathrobe, and he's also naked underneath his bathrobe. And he's planning on drinking again, what the hell? We might end up having sex if we get too drunk! Surely we won't be able to help ourselves once we feel hot.
• "Yeah. Aren't you comfortable with it?" He asks me as if it was nothing to him.
• Uhh, hello? Who wouldn't? I know how huge you are but I just met you a while ago. We just met Gage! Of course it's not comfortable to share a room with someone I never knew. I'm not a woman like that. And even if you're Gage fucking Stockholm, it still doesn't count that you're famous. You're still a stranger to me and I've never ever shared a room with the opposite sex that I've never met before.
• "We just met." I reminded him. "Of course I won't be comfortable with it."
• "I won't touch you." He says firmly. "I'll keep my hands to myself."
• I sigh inwardly.
• "Not unless you want me to." He grins.
• "Gage." I snapped, feeling my cheeks burning red.
• He chuckles. "I promise. And I always keep my promises."
• We just stared at each other for a while and I think the more he looks at me, the more I wanna be in this room with him.
• "Just like what I said a while ago, we might not ever meet again. Might as well have fun together tonight." He tells me.
• I watch him as he licks his lips.
• "You're right." I agreed. I think him licking his lips made me force to agree.
• He begins to grin at me. "Bathroom's over there." He pointed as he placed his dry clothes on top of the bed.
• He walks to the mini bar then ask, "Do you drink Bloody Mary?"
• "You know how to mix drinks?" I quizzed.
• He nods. "Someone taught me how to but I can't promise that it'll be good. I think there's mixing stuffs here." He begins to scan through the drawers of the mini bar.
• "So, are you up to taste Gage's Bloody Mary?" He asked with a grin.
• "I don't know what I got myself into but I'll give it a try."
• He chuckles under his throat. "Don't worry. I'll try my best to satisfy you." He says with such a deep erotic voice as he stares at me deceivingly.
• I don't know if he's intentionally doing it but he speaks really slow and it's so fucking sexy to my ears.
• Stop thinking about double meanings with the things he says, Tate. I scolded myself.
• "A-Alright. I'll just take a quick shower." I tell him, stuttering on my own words.
• "Ok. Take your time because I'll take my time here as well." He begins to get busy.
• I walk my way to the bathroom, locked the door and exhaled heavily once I was alone. I stare at myself in front of the mirror and I still can't believe that I'm actually spending the entire night with Gage Stockholm. I still can't get over this exhilarating feeling. If Monique was only here with me, I'm sure she'll be dead by now. Fuck, I still haven't found her.
• I peeled the bathrobe off from my body and hopped inside the glass cubicle. I rinsed myself up, used the room's shampoo and soap on my me which smelled like strawberries and roses. I take my time in showering while thoughts of Gage from a while ago when he was still wearing his boxer brief still lingers inside my head. I actually try not to think about his delicious body anymore but it always seems to pop out of nowhere.
• When I was finished, I began to dry myself up and wore my clothes back on me again. I stare at myself with no make up on my face while my hair was still damp. At least, I look a bit presentable now than the second I got here in this mansion. I fixed my denim jumper and wore the white fluffy on my feet then headed out of the bathroom.
• My eyes quickly fixed at Gage as he was still standing by the mini bar counter finishing his Bloody Mary cocktail. He was still wearing his white bathrobe on and I assume that he's still naked under it.
• He pulled his head up to me, "Right on time. I'm done as well." He says.
• I walked my way to him and sat down on the spinning bar stool that was across from where he was standing.
• He hands me the glass of Bloody Mary that was presentable. It actually looked like an expert bartender made it.
• "I'm impressed with the presentability of this drink." I smile.
• He smirks at me. "I just wish it tastes good as how it looks good."
• I chuckle. "Aren't you gonna endorse to me your drink before I take a sip from it?"
• "Well..." He smiles away. "That's a cocktail containing vodka, tomato juice, and combinations of other spices and flavorings. And did you know?"
• My lips begin to smile wider.
• "Bloody Mary has been called the world's most complex cocktail." He added.
• Suddenly he extended to me me three Tabasco, "To spice up your Bloody Mary."
• I take it with my hand. "I think you've sold your drink pretty well."
• He chuckles then grabbed his glass.
• "Cheers?" He asks, raising his glass.
• I grabbed mine as well and raised it. "To a great night." I say.
• "The night just started, sweetheart." He stares at me hungrily.
• And fuck, I literally died and recovered when he called me sweetheart. A part of my body loved hearing it coming from his mouth. Being called sweetheart by Gage Stockholm has never been my dream but I'm so honored that he called me that.
• It's a big deal of course. He's Gage.
• "To the best night ever." He continues as he clink his glass to mine.
• Both of us took a drink from our glasses and the Tabasco totally spiced up my drink ten times. I would say it tasted like a salty tomato juice then as the drink settles inside my mouth for a bit and as I began to swallow it, I got the after taste of pepper and Tabasco. I would prefer to call it a spicy salty-ish peppery Tomato Juice with vodka. I really didn't tasted the vodka that much but I know it was there.
• "How's it?" He questioned.
• "Well..." I lick my upper lip. "I've never tasted Bloody Mary before but this is a great mix, Mr. Stockholm." I say formally.
• "Just Gage." He tells me with a smile.
• When we finished our cocktail and talked a lot about anything, Gage begins to place the glasses over the sink. "I'll take a shower for a bit." He informs me.
• I nod.
• "Just help yourself with the drinks around here." He adds.
• Gage begins to walk to the bathroom and took a shower. Honestly, the drink was insanely delicious and I'm not even a huge fan of tomato juices because they taste too bad but then Gage actually made the drink pretty much tasty. I'm impressed.
• I began to look around the mini bar to see what possible drinks that this mansion has to offer. And I'm truly amazed to see such variety of drinks that was placed on this rack. There are too many expensive drinks that I only see in bars but never got to taste them because I don't have the money to buy. Wow. This house rocks!
• I began to look around the room and I think I will never get over how this room actually looked really expensive. I think people like Gage Stockholm are the only ones who could afford houses like this, aside from rich politicians and rich Russian businessmen. My eyes dropped to Gage's clothes that were on top of the bed. Then I remembered Monique, it's been one of her dreams to smell Gage's used clothes. I bite my lower lip and my eyes glared at the bathroom door then found myself slowly walking towards the bed.
• I cursed at myself for actually wanting to do this, wishing Gage won't pop out from the bathroom and catch me smelling his clothes. That would awkward as fuck.
• I stand in front of his clothes as I feel my heart pounding. It's as if I was going to steal something but then the shame of being caught smelling a celebrity's used clothes. I swear that I will never ever forgive myself if Gage will caught me. I slowly glared at the door behind me and picked his shirt up in a second.
• I press my lips together as I slowly placed his shirt close to my nose. I close my eyes and sniffed it.
• Argh fuck it smells so great. I tell myself.
• I sniff it again.
• Heavenly.
• I open my eyes and sniff it once more. It really smells really really good. Gage's shirt smells like fresh cotton. Like it was a fresh linen. The kind of scent that doesn't hurt the nose and I'm amazed.
• I imagined him to smell like a strong scented men's cologne but then he actually smelled like... a fresh baby.
• When I get to pull his pants up from the bed, his boxer brief suddenly dropped along with it to the floor. No, I wasn't planning on sniffing his pants. I just wanted to see the brand of it. But then all of a sudden I hear the sound of the doorknob starting to click.
• Shit! He's done taking a shower.
• I quickly folded his pants and shirt again then picked up his boxer brief from the floor. Goodness I hope he won't notice that I touched his clothes. I rushed my back to the spinning bar stool and sat on top of it. I fixed my hair and I clearly had no idea how to act like I didn't do something fishy. I slouched on my chair and placed my palm pressed under my chin then finally heard the door opening.
• I stared at him over my shoulder and noticed him wearing a black bathrobe now. Damn, how will I ever get used to seeing him with wet hair and nothing on but a bathrobe? I think I'm lucky enough to actually see him only with that.
• He smiles. "Forgot to grab my clothes with me before I came in the showers." He tells me cutely.
• He walks to his clothes and stares at it for a while. I'm inwardly hoping that he didn't notice the change on how his clothes were placed. He grabbed it anyways. "I'll be done in a minute."
• I nod as I watch him walk back to the shower. I exhaled heavily.
• When Gage came out from the showers, it actually took him a few minutes to change. When he came out, he had his black skinny pants on and the bathrobe was still around him. I see his shirt was folded on his hand as he begins to walk closer to where I was. He smiles while he was rubbing his hair with a towel.
• "Sorry I took a bit long." He says.
• "It's fine. It wasn't that long either."
• He walks around the counter and stood where he stood a while ago. He carefully placed his shirt on top of the counter and I think he's shirtless underneath the robe. I can see his tattoos under his collarbones.
• "So, what else do you wanna drink?" He asks. "We've got Daniels, Walker.." He continues to blabber about drinks but I didn't really pay attention to it.
• I was just staring at his lips. Fuck those lips are so plump and so pinkish. So kissable. I honestly wanna taste his lips. I wanna kiss them so hard until I'm breathing in the air he's breathing out. I want my sex to be pressed against those luscious lips. Fuck I wanna ride his face.
• "So.." He snapped and I quickly pulled myself out from my naughty imagination.
• Fuck, did I just say I wanna ride his face?
• "What do you want to have?" He asks.
• I can't believe I'm having my first sexual fantasy of Gage Stockholm right in front of Gage Stockholm himself.
• "Surprise me." I answer him.
• "You love surprises huh?" He smirks while looking at me dirtily.
• Why does everything he do and everything he say excites me?
• "Who doesn't." I answered back playfully.
• His seductive green eyes are staring at me deeply, like he's mentally stripping me off from my clothes then his lips curled to one corner and his dimple begins to show.
• He grins at me, "Right. Who doesn't."
• He stares at me under his eyelashes. "I would love to surprise you too."
• Double meaning Double fucking meaning.