Six

Stirring as a knock sounded on the door, Ximena jerked awake when her hands collided with some pillows.

A loud shriek slipped out of her lips and she fell from the bed.

Groaning, she climbed atop the bed again and her brows creased as she stared at the unfamiliar room she was in.

Then, her eyes shifted to herself.

Instead of the clothes she had worn yesterday, she donned a black lacy nightgown that reached her thigh.

Her heart palpitated and almost jumped out of her chest when she heard a thump outside of the door.

Where was she? She thought as she stumbled out of the enormous bed to the broad window which was covered by a large curtain.

She noticed she was in a master suite. There wasn't much to see in the room because the curtains were drawn together and the lights from the chandelier were dim.

Ximena didn't remember coming to this place, and neither was the room she had rented in the Bright Hotel for the duration of her stay this massive.

Was she abducted or in a kind of trance? She mulled as she glanced at herself again.

"Okay, be calm Ximena." She let out a shaky breath as the knock continued.

Slowly, she glanced around the room for something to defend herself in case she had been abducted. A smile lit up her face as she saw a large bat by the window side. She gripped it whilst moving to the door slowly.

As soon as she opened it, she swung.

"Cristo!"

"Do you hate me so much that you want to kill me?" Jason chuckled as he clutched the bat in his hands.

"Thank goodness it's you." Ximena breathed.

Still, she wasn't satisfied and wanted to know the reason she was out of her clothes without making it sound like he had done anything to her. "Where are my clothes, who changed me?"

"Hmm," Jason hummed. He tapped his chin whilst assessing her.

Ximena bristled and attempted to shove him outside for staring at her like she was a piece of meat, but he clasped her hands.

His pupils dilated as he gazed at what she was on. He winced as his díćk noticed it as well.

He fingered the lacy material which was transparent on her skin.

"M****a!" He cussed as her nipples responded to his touch on the strap of her nightie.

"W-what are you doing?" Ximena stuttered as he locked the door behind them.

"Jas…"

She was silenced by his lips on hers. She moaned and her hands scrunched his shirt to tug him close.

"Damn it!" Jason grunted. He removed his lips from her swiftly and shoved her before striding out of the room without a second glance.

"What just happened?" Ximena mumbled, dazedly.

She glanced at the door that Jason had stepped out of, and wondered what might have made him shove her.

She was aware she had just proved to him that he could get her with just a snap of his finger.

Just as he had said. She had behaved like a slút.

"Sh*t!" She screamed into the pillow as the thought of how she was going to face him later without it being awkward invaded her senses.

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Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Ximena wondered if she had overdressed for dinner.

But, she knew appearance was important and she didn't want to look underdressed if Jason happened to take her somewhere classy tonight.

She hadn't seen him after the kiss they had shared earlier, but he had sent a text to her.

She rolled her eyes as she remembered the simple yet naughty text he had sent.

Perhaps, she was the one that interpreted it that way since it looks more like that to her.

Her mind kept drifting off to the kiss, and she doubted if she would be able to face him tonight without thinking about his soft lips on her.

A few seconds later, after donning on the red stilettos that compliment the black off-shoulder chiffon gown she donned, she heard a honk outside.

Her phone vibrated almost immediately and she groaned as she glimpsed Jason's name flashing on the screen.

Ximena placed him on speaker and yelled into the phone, "I'm almost done!"

"Take your time, sweetheart." He murmured.

She did an eye roll and went on tossing clothes around the room as she searched for her clutch bag.

"Don't roll your eyes at me."

Startled, she glanced around the room to see if she was being watched, and she noticed a camera attached to the wall.

"Seriously, Jason?" Ximena lifted a brow as she stared at it. "This is an invasion of privacy!"

Then she remembered it was his room. She wondered if he did spy on girls he brought home.

She grimaced whilst remembering acting like one of his slútty girlfriends.

A blush tinged her cheeks as she realized she had been naked a few minutes ago. 

"How much did you see?" She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the camera.

"I promised I didn't see anything. Moreover, stop glaring at the camera, it did nothing wrong. " Jason chuckled.

"Why should I believe you? You said you weren't a pervert, but now I'm thinking otherwise." Said Ximena, whilst smoothing her dress.

A part of her believed he didn't see anything, whilst the other part wanted to berate him for even fixing a camera in the room in the first place.

"Well, Princess." He began. "You should know I'm quite famous. I see a lot of women every day. Also, they throw themselves at me, and I would never stoop so low as to watch you while you dressed up when I can have you beg for it in just a second."

"Jas..."

"Besides," He continued, cutting her off. "I was well informed by Belinda that you were decent before I asked her to turn it on so I could see your face."

"It's so assuring to know a lot of women throw themselves on you," Ximena snorted.

"If you keep rolling your eyes, we might end up having dinner on the bed with nothing on."

"Goodness, me!"

Ximena wondered how easy it was for him to be able to switch from being serious to him using sexual innuendos.

This was Jason, and anything could be expected from him, she mused.

"On my way, and stop acting like a pervert." She hollered into the phone, before hanging up.

She reapplied the lipgloss to her smeared lips and touched up her face one last time before stepping out of the room.

Ximena walked down the hall and almost sprained her ankle as she sighted Jason standing by the foot of the stairs.

"I thought you were gone!" She grimaced.

His eyes trailed her from head to toe, then back to her eyes again before he strolled forward.

Ximena's breath hitched as she noticed how too close he was, and she couldn't help but sniff his manly cologne.

"I like your hair down," He rasped.

His hand unclasped her hair from the clips she had held it in, and the long white hair fell, cascading to the middle of her back.

"You look, gorgeous princess." He muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.