82- Lee Rang relationship

My gaze hasn’t move away from my phone on the nightstand. I have expected it to light up for the last few hours, with the expectation that she would contact me to question or refuse the gesture of getting them a private room.
However, nothing has come in which makes me worry that perhaps the service wasn’t given to them? Or maybe she outrightly rejected it?
I turn to my side and wonder about why I feel so restless. The covers are over me, so I throw them aside and shut my eyes to catch some much needed sleep.
However, I can’t help but think back to the different sides of her that I have seen today. From her nervousness with the new clients to her initial shyness during our dinner. Then her withdrawal after my proposition and her panic at her sister’s illness. She had seemed so terrified that it made me wonder if perhaps she had experienced something like this in the past.
She’d mentioned her father’s death so maybe that’s it. But then there is also her mother whom I haven’t heard a single word about.
Blair herself just seems to pull me in and I acknowledge now that a relationship with her no matter how brief and casual will be rewarding.
Refusing to ponder any further, I put her out of my mind and try to get some sleep, but then the massive bed suddenly feels too empty to me. Then I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would feel like to have her in it. To have her under me and her hands gripping my sheets.
The very vivid memories immediately return and although it was not my bedroom, we have slept together on a bed before… the first time we met.
“Fuck!” I curse with irritation at my wandering thoughts. Getting a boner right now is the last thing I need. Lifting my pillow, I brutally bury my head underneath and this time around, I employ all my willpower into pushing her out of my mind.

“He got us the room?”
I nod in response as I bite into the McGriddles that Lee Rang and I are having for breakfast.
“I would have rejected it but he’d already left, and it was just too late to put up a fuss. So I’ll just reimburse the cost to him.”
Leaning forward, Lee Rang grabs my wrist so she can guide the last bite of my breakfast to her mouth.
“Hey!” I frown at her lifelong habit of stealing my food but can’t exactly get truly mad, given her current state. With a sigh, I clean my hands and hers with some wet tissues. I take all the emptied packets and bags to the trash can in the corner.
Then I return to sit on her bed. “How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Great,” she answers, “but back to your boss. Why do you have to reimburse him? Did he ask you to do that?”
“No, but I don’t want to owe him. That’s unprofessional. He already pays me a salary at work and now, he also has to pay for my sister’s personal bills?”
She sighs as she settles a hard look at me. “From what I’ve heard so far, he doesn’t seem like the kind to act so kindly. Is there something else going on between you two?
I try to feign surprise at her mere mention of our possible underlying relationship, but she doesn’t fall for my drama. Her gaze narrows until I’m forced to turn away, almost amused.
“Blair.”
I immediately get up from her bed, but she catches my wrist. I struggle to break her hold but at the slight wince of pain she releases, I turn around in alarm. “Are you all right?”

Her eyes are shut as she recovers, but then what follows is a slow and mischievous reveal of her perfect pearly whites. “You can’t refuse me, especially when I’m in this state.”
“Wow!” This antic, I’m most definitely not falling for, so I pry her hold open as gently as I can. “Lee Rang!”
“C’mon,” she coaxes, and pulls me back.
I plop down beside her on the bed to reluctantly meet her gaze, but then the warmth seeping out from it encourages me to discuss the situation between Grady and me with her. “He asked for a casual relationship.”
And just like that, all of the light from her eyes vanishes. It would have been thoroughly amusing if it didn’t feel so tragic.
“He just wants to sleep with you?”
“Well, hearing it like that doesn’t make me feel very valuable.” “Fuck him,” she erupts, her voice still a little breathy and strained.
I can’t resist making a joke out of her choice of words. “Uh, I don’t think that’s what you actually want me to do.”
It takes a moment for her to realize what I’m saying, and when she does her frown only deepens. “What was your response?” At my silence, her eyes widen in alarm. “You didn’t agree to it did you?”
“Of course not. But, what would be wrong if I did though?”
She is dumbfounded as she stares at me. “So you mean you’re okay with him using your body but not committing to you?”
I shrug. “I’d be doing the same to him.”
“But you have feelings for him. And that’s what's going to end up giving you the short end of the stick.”
“What?” I exclaim. “Feelings?”
The look she gives me is almost sympathetic. “You haven’t even realized it, have you?” “I don’t have feelings for him,” I argue.
“Sure,” she says sarcastically, and resettles her earlier agitated frame back onto the mattress. “I’m serious,” I insist. “Why do you think that I do?”

“Because you speak and act like you do.” “How?” I ask.
She begins to shut her eyes.
I lean forward to grab her shoulders. I shake her lightly and it forces her to open her eyes. “You just do,” she groans. “Don’t you want him to feel the same way?”
“Stop saying that,” I complain. “You’re going to make things complicated.” “They already are, Blair,” she says.
I glare at her and she glares back. Then I rise to my feet. “Isn’t it time for them to send you back home?”