While Rhodes is busy on the phone in the other room, I take the opportunity to put my clothes back on. I'm still reeling after our kiss; my lips are still tingling. Is this what sugar babies do? Do they get involved like this so quickly after meeting? Because if I think about it, I didn't even know this guy a week ago, and now here I am in his hotel room. I still don't really know what he wants from me; this whole situation is very confusing. If I'm going by what I signed in the contract, he wants someone attractive to be available 24/7 to go to events with him. But if I go off of what I have seen in the little time we have known each other, it seems like he just wants someone to hang out with, maybe to date. And what am I in it for? Could I really see myself dating a guy who is quite a lot older than me and seems to exist in a completely different world from my own?
I ponder my thoughts as I find my way back to the windows of the front room, approaching the glass and leaning my forehead against it to see how high up we are. I've never really been afraid of heights, and the view is too spectacular for me to care even if I was. The view feels as though you are flying over London in a helicopter, completely undisturbed; perhaps on a clearer day, you would be able to see more of the countryside beyond the city limits. Hearing footsteps behind me, I turn to see Rhodes re-enter the room and shove his phone back into his pocket.
"I have to go. I'll get Ambrose to drive you home," Rhodes pushes the button for the elevator, and I hurry over to his side as it seems to arrive quite quickly. I'm a little thrown by his demeanor; our intimate moment only minutes ago seems to have been forgotten completely, maybe more problems with the event downstairs.
"Everything okay?" I ask as the elevator doors close, and we begin to descend to the ground floor. He shakes his head.
"It's just business. You wouldn't understand." I don't know if he means to sound so cold and condescending, but it certainly doesn't feel good to hear.
"Did I do something wrong?" I look up at him and furrow my brow slightly. He is probably regretting kissing me. He sighs and tilts his head back.
"I don't have time to babysit you. I have actual work that I need to get back to." My mouth drops open at his snarky tone before the elevator doors slide open and he exits without another word. I trail out a few steps behind him and watch as he heads back in the direction of the ballroom, the lovely Amanda by his side.
"Miss Kendrick." Ambrose appears by my side, causing me to jump slightly; he moves so quietly and quickly. "Are you ready to go?" He's already been instructed to get me to leave. I sigh gently and nod my head as I follow him out to the front of the hotel. The staff smile at me, and one of the valet drivers opens my door for me as Ambrose gets into the front seat. They must have deduced by now that I have some form of personal relationship with Mr. Whitlock, so they'll be sure to give me special treatment when they see me around. The thought of it makes me slightly uncomfortable; this whole deal that I have willingly entered into is starting to turn bad, and it's been less than a week.