Her face twisted into a disgusted scowl. "Don't give yourself too much credit. I can take care of myself just fine." She turned away, hugging her arms tighter around herself. "And stop staring at me like that, it's creepy." She snapped her fingers. "Clothes. Now."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Admiring? More like leering. And the only view I want to see is the door." She gestured towards it. "Out. I need to get dressed and sober up."

She walked towards the bathroom, not bothering to look back. "And don't go anywhere. We're going to have a little chat when I'm done, about boundaries and respect."

She paused at the bathroom doorway, looking back over her shoulder with a glare. "Oh, they'll be front and center now, believe me. And if you even think about trying anything while I'm in there...well, let's just say you won't enjoy the consequences." She slammed the door shut behind her.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Chloe emerged, now fully dressed in jeans and a tank top, her hair wet from a quick shower. She walked over to the bed, grabbing her phone and slipping it into her back pocket. Then she turned to face me, her expression serious.

"Let's get one thing straight. Last night was a mistake. An alcohol-induced lapse in judgment on both our parts. It won't happen again."

She crossed her arms, her stance guarded. "I'm not some easy conquest, got it? If you want to keep seeing me, you're going to have to earn it. My body, my terms."

Her eyes narrowed as I approached, but she held her ground. "Oh, I'm not giving you a roadmap, buddy. You'll have to figure that out on your own. But let me make one thing clear: I'm not going to make it easy for you." She raised her chin defiantly. "If you really want me, you're going to have to work for it. Prove that you're worthy of my time, my attention...my body."

She looked me up and down, a small smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Think you're up for the challenge, Roux Creole?"

She chuckled, but there was an undercurrent of nerves in her laugh. "Surprises, huh? I'll keep that in mind." She took a step back, creating some space between us. "But don't expect me to make it easy for you. I'm not the type to fall for empty words or cheap tricks."

She turned to leave, pausing at the door to glance back over her shoulder. "And don't go getting any ideas about sweeping me off my feet, either. I'm not some damsel in distress waiting for her prince charming." She smirked. "I'm the princess who rescues herself. Remember that."

Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, but she quickly recovered, shooting me a playful glare. "Oh, so I'm a princess now? And here I thought I was just a bitch." She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Fine, you want to play the knight in shining armor? Be my guest. But don't say I didn't warn you. I'm not your typical damsel."

She sauntered towards the door, pausing to hold it open. "Coming? Or are you going to stand there all day, drooling over your little fantasy?"

She scoffed as we stepped out into the hallway. "Beautiful? Don't make me vomit. I thought I made it clear—I'm not some delicate flower you need to fawn over." She pressed the button for the elevator, tapping her foot impatiently.

"You're not going to charm your way into my pants with empty flattery, Roux Creole. I'm not impressed by pretty words."

The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside, turning to face me. "I expect actions, not hollow promises. If you really want me, you're going to have to show me, not just tell me."

She looked down at our hands, her brows furrowing, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she met my gaze, her expression unreadable.

"Actions, huh? We'll see about that." The elevator reached the lobby, and she stepped out, her hips swaying subtly as she walked. She glanced back at me over her shoulder. "Don't let me down, Roux Creole. I've got high expectations."

She pushed open the hotel doors, stepping out into the bright morning light. The city stretched out before us, full of possibilities and challenges. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth. "Shall we?"

She chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, I like the sound of that. Exploring together." She linked her arm with mine, a surprising gesture of familiarity. "But remember, I'm not the damsel in distress. I'm the queen of this kingdom."

She guided us down the street, her stride confident and purposeful. "And as for throwing things at you...well, let's just say I've got a few surprises up my sleeve. Are you sure you're ready, Roux Creole?"