The roll of her eyes was actually endearing. She was too cute for her own damn good. "Yeah, princess," he repeated. "What's the matter, don't you like my pet name for you? How about doll?" he teased, sticking his cigarette between his lips so he could fish his key card from his back pocket. "Now why would I even want to try to go a week without alcohol or cigarettes?" he asked, the ash tumbling from the cigarette dangling from his lips.
CJ swiped his card and shoved the door open but didn't enter yet. She seemed pissed that he wasn't in his room. "Well what the fuck time is it?" he inquired. "I'm here and you're here so it's all good, doll." He pushed the door in further and motioned for her to precede him inside.
"I know what those pants are for," he stated. "To turn me on, try to seduce me. I got your number, sweetheart."