Gorgeous Consort (10 page)

“What’s your idea of the right guy?” he asked.

“Why?” I stared at him suspiciously.

“I’m just curious. I thought I was the right guy for Alexia but she left anyway.” There was no bitterness in his eyes, just calm acceptance.

“Well, first of all, he needs to be hot.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“He needs to make me laugh.”

“Absolutely.”

“And…?”

“What else?” he asked.

“He’s got to be my best friend too.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound unrealistic,” he said. “You can find that guy anywhere on the street.”

“You would think,” I said sadly. “I’ve dated a lot and met interesting people but…whatever spark that needs to be there is just not there. There’s always something about them I don’t like.”

“You’re picky,” he said. “That’s good. I hate ‘I love you’ whores or girls who will be with anyone who gives them the eye. The only girl worth waiting for is the girl who doesn’t wait for anyone.”

I cocked my head to the side, more surprised with him. “For being against relationships, you speak highly of them.”

“No, I don’t,” he said. “I’m just expressing the fact that women should be choosy with men. Women are the better-looking sex so they have all the power. They should use that to their advantage. I hate seeing chicks at parties that go to bed with any guy just because they have enough liquor in their system. And you’re drop dead gorgeous, Harper. You shouldn’t be with anyone unless they’re absolutely perfect.”

“You speak so highly of me,” I said quietly.

“I think the world of you,” he said seriously. “You’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re successful, and you don’t put up with bullshit. You got all the ingredients to make a perfect woman.”

“But I’m not the perfect woman to you.”

He shrugged. “But that’s only because I don’t believe in such a thing—at least anymore.”

It was a pity this girl ruined him so much. He could be the perfect man if he wanted to be. But she permanently scarred him and made him a ghost of a man. He was too scared of women and relationships. Hopefully, he would change his mind someday. “That makes me sad.”

He turned serious. “Don’t feel bad for me. I just had poor taste in women.”

“Just because she left you doesn’t mean she didn’t love you before—”

He held up his hand. “I don’t want to talk about her.”

I dropped the subject.

The food arrived and that made the atmosphere less awkward. He grabbed his burger and took large bites. I picked at my fries and loved the taste of the grease. The silence stretched for a long time but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Troy and I were fairly comfortable with each other at this point.

“I want to talk about our arrangement.” He was serious, like he was running a business conference that had a lot of money on the line.

“Okay.”

“I really care about you and I think you’re amazing.”

It was a really sweet thing to say and I didn’t expect it out of his mouth.

“And I don’t want to hurt you. I need you to understand that this arrangement will never lead to a relationship or love. I will never feel that way, and please don’t think you have the power to change me. You don’t, and no girl does. I need you to understand this completely. If not, I can’t go through with it. If you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine. I will still help you out with your family because you’re my friend. So don’t feel obligated to go through with it.”

“I don’t expect you to feel anything romantic toward me or have deep feelings. But I do hope you rethink your view on relationships and try again—someday.”

“I never will,” he said simply. “Please don’t try to change my mind.”

I looked down at my plate of fries.

“And you can’t feel anything for me. I’ll never return those feelings and it will only hurt you.”

“Troy, don’t worry about that,” I said. “That won’t happen.”

“May I ask why?”

“You’re not Mr. Right. If you were, I would have known from the beginning. They say you know someone is the one the moment you meet. It doesn’t take longer than a conversation. And we’ve had several conversations about different things. It’s not you, Troy.”

“Okay,” he said with a nod. “Then let me ask you something. What do you get out of this?”

“Uh, you’re hot. A girl has needs too.”

That typical grin broke out on his face. “Good answer.”

“And this is to remain a secret. Neither one of us can tell anyone.”

“Consider it done,” he said. “Are we monogamous?”

“Yes.” Sleeping with one guy I didn’t love was slutty enough. And I didn’t have a long line of guys waiting for a chance to be with me.

“Good. It looks like we have an agreement.”

“I think so.”

We kept eating.

Troy finished his burger than moved onto his fries. “Nervous?”

“No. You?”

“Are we still being completely honest with each other?” he asked.

“Always.”

“Then yes.”

Troy hadn’t been active in his personal life so I wasn’t surprised if he was nervous. When we were finally alone together it might be awkward. Neither one of us might know what to do. Or it could fall naturally into place. I didn’t have a clue.

The bill came and Troy paid for it. “Ready to head back to my place?”

When I remembered the way that kiss felt, excitement coursed through me. “Yes.”

***

We entered his apartment and I looked around. I was pleased to see that it was similar to the style of his beach house. I did a good job understanding what he wanted and making it a home he could feel comfortable with.

I tossed my purse on the couch then turned to him.

He came close to me, his eyes moving to my lips. “Want to know a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I looked in the water a few times when we were skinny dipping.”

“Is that supposed to surprise me?” I asked.

A grin stretched his face, and it somehow always made me feel warm. “But I didn’t see much. But when I did take a peek when I wasn’t supposed to…wow. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

“What did you like?”

“Everything,” he blurted.

“I liked what I saw too,” I admitted.

“Well, eight inches is pretty impressive…”

“I knew you liked it.” That cocky grin was on his face. He cornered me against the couch and rested his hands on either side of me. I was blocked in but I didn’t mind being unable to get away. He pressed his forehead to mine and stared down at me.

My hands moved to his arms, exploring the muscle I’d thought about for a long time. They felt good on my fingers, strong and powerful. My hands moved across the skin and I was surprised how soft he was.

Troy’s hands moved slightly up my shirt to my hips. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.” His voice came out quiet and gentle.

“I know.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

I stared at his lips and felt his warm breath fall on my skin. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

A deep chuckle came from deep in his throat. “Perfect Ten is bossy...” He leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips gently against mine. The kiss wasn’t aggressive like before. He took his time, like he had the rest of his life to kiss me. One hand slowly moved up my shoulder and neck until it settled in my hair. He fists it like he needed it to survive. Then the kiss deepened.

Like last time, the sparks flew. My lips felt warm every time they touched his, and I forgot about everything around me when our bodies were combined. He knew exactly how to move his mouth, to feel my lips completely rather than move randomly. Then when his tongue entered my mouth, a quiet gasp escaped involuntarily.

Troy was amazing.

He seemed to feel the same chemistry because he gripped me tighter. He had a firm hold on me, like he wasn’t going to let me get away even if I asked him to stop. His hand dug further into my hair, like he owned it and the rest of me.

He pressed into me harder and circled my waist with one arm. He pulled me close, my boobs pressed against his chest. He suddenly ended our kiss then moved his lips to my neck. His hand tugged on my hair, forcing my head back, and his soft lips moved to the exposed skin. He kissed me like a vampire sucking blood. His tongue moved around, tasting me. Then he slowly inched to my ear, his warm breaths amplified due to the proximity. “Gorgeous.” That was all he said. Then he moved back to my lips and kissed me harder than before, with desperation and need.

He suddenly picked me up and pulled me to his chest. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist like they had a mind of their own. I squeezed his hips, telling him I was excited without the use of words. Still kissing me like a man who lived a week in the desert without water, he guided me to his bed. He gently laid me down and moved over me at the same time, like he’d done it a thousand times.

My legs tightened around his waist and my hands moved up his shirt, feeling every groove and definition of muscle. He was thin, but there was no fat on his body. He was all muscle and strength. I loved feeling every groove and valley. I felt like I was feeling a sculpture, with infinite details in every line and molding. I suddenly gripped his shoulders and held on, like he was going to take me to a place where I’d lose all control.

Troy lifted up my shirt to the area beneath my breasts then moved down. His lips found my stomach and he kissed the area. He moved to each hip and devoured the skin. His tongue danced around my body, sampling every place he could reach. Then he moved back up until he found my lips again.

My hand moved to his shirt, eager to see his naked body pressed to mine.

But he grabbed my hand and pinned it above my head. “I really love kissing you. Can we just do that tonight?”

I was disappointed because I was eager to feel him inside me. The chemistry between us was right and I wanted to revel in a night of pleasure. But if that’s what he wanted, that’s what he would get. He was an amazing kisser anyway so I didn’t mind. There really was no rush.

Troy

Harper was something.

She was the best kisser I’ve ever had. She did this sexy thing with her tongue and it sent chills down my spine. The endless curves and valleys of that perfect body made me harder than a rock. And I just loved being with her.

I could be myself with her and not hide anymore. Any other time I was out, I had to pretend I was looking for new pussy and that I was some macho jerk. But with her, I could just admit I wasn’t everything I pretended to be. She understood who I really was. And letting my walls down was the nicest feeling in the world.

I couldn’t have sex with her in the moment. I just wasn’t ready to. It had to be right, and there was no point in rushing it when I couldn’t perform at my best. Her pleasure was important to me, and I wanted to give her a reason to enjoy this arrangement as much as I did. She didn’t seem to mind that I hit the brakes on the drive. She was patient with me, just like a friend should be.

Nate’s production was tonight, and of course, I was going. That guy needed as much support as possible. He was going through a hard time, dealing with the fact he may lose his parents forever. No one should have to go through that. Life was too short to push away family over something so idiotic.

I made a stop before I headed to the theatre. I headed to the front door of the apartment then knocked. For the fact I was risking my neck, I didn’t feel that terrified. It was something I had to do.

Nate’s father opened the door, his wife just behind him. Loathing was in his eyes while he looked at me. It was clear he viewed me as pigeon vomit on the sidewalk. Despise and disdain was etched into every line of his face.

Like I gave a damn.

I pulled out the two tickets. “Nate’s show is tonight. It would mean a lot to him if you came.”

His father was silent for so long I didn’t think he would speak.

“You’re the one missing out on things,” I said. “He’s yours son, whether he loves men or women, and he’s incredibly brave for being himself in a society that may not fully accept him. As a father your job is to love your child unconditionally. You’re failing at that—miserably.”

He took a step forward, his shoulders squared for battle. “What did you say to me?”
              “You heard me—clearly. If you want to solve this debate with violence, fine. But I have to warn you, I’ll kick your ass and I’d rather not. It gives me no satisfaction beating up an old man.” I tossed the tickets on the ground. “I sincerely hope you change your mind. Nate is a good kid. It’s sad that you don’t see that.” I walked away without looking back, knowing they wouldn’t show up despite my efforts to convince them. If anything, I only provoked them more.

***

Kyle stood outside the theatre and checked his Rolex, wondering where I was.

“Sorry I’m late.” I reached him then handed the ticket over.

“You’re always late,” he said. “I stopped expecting otherwise.” He insulted me but grinned at the same time. He was the same height as me, and we had features that were so similar we looked like twins. It was hard to believe my brother was two years older than me.

“Where’s Mark?” I asked.

“He’s sick,” he said sadly. “Came down with something.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“He’ll make it through,” Kyle said. “He can be a pussy about it sometimes.”

I laughed. “What a sweet way to talk about your betrothed.”

He shrugged. “Hey, when it’s true I’m not going to deny it. So, how’d it go with your friend’s parents?”

I shook my head. “Somehow, I made the situation worse. They actually want to murder me.”

He released a sigh. “Sometimes people are so set in their ways that they’ll never change. I suggest you just let it go.”

“But it’s such a stupid reason to disown your son. What does it matter what hole he sticks his dick in? Shit, I’ve fucked tons of girls in the ass.”

He laughed. “Classy…”

“I’m just saying.”

“I’m sure your friend appreciates all of this but sometimes you just have to admit when the battle is over. It doesn’t mean you lost the war.” Kyle was a lot more mature than I was. After the things he’d been through, he naturally aged quicker than most people.  He balanced me and the idiotic things I would say.

We handed our tickets over then filed inside the theatre. The design of chairs and classic ceiling gave the place an artistic look. It was beautiful and elegant. It reminded me of Harper and her design abilities. She really had a knack for it, and she was clearly passionate about it.

“Anything new with your personal life?” Kyle asked as he sat beside me. “Or are you still pretending to be something you aren’t?” Kyle was one of the few people I trusted. Since he was my brother and confided something so personal to me, that he was gay, I reciprocated back. I was the first person he admitted the truth to, and that meant a lot to me.

“Well…there’s this girl.”

He turned to me, and his eyes widened in interest. A smile broke out on his face. “Yeah?” Happiness was clear in his eyes. “Tell me about her.”

“She’s blonde, C-cup, and has gorgeous legs.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Troy, come on.” He never let me get away with my sleazebag comments.

I cleared my throat. “She’s a mutual friend and she’s really cool. She decorated the beach house and we went skinny-dipping and then…I kissed her. And she’s a damn good kisser. We’re just friends, but we come with benefits.”

“So, you aren’t dating her?”

“No. I asked her to fool around so I could…forget about Alexia.” I didn’t like admitting the fact I was still wrapped around her finger. And I certainly didn’t like admitting she was still in my thoughts. I wished she would leave, especially my dreams.

“What does she get out of this?”

“Other than good sex, I escort her for free. Her parents are assholes about her being single so I’m there to save the day.”

He nodded. “Interesting arrangement. At least you finally made the plunge with a new woman.”

“Well…we haven’t actually done it yet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Just kissed. I’m really into her but…I just couldn’t do it.”

He rubbed his chin and faced forward.

I rubbed the back of my neck then studied the stage.

Kyle turned back to me after a few moments of silence. “You know what I think?”

“Not really.”

He chuckled. “I’m going to tell you anyway, asshole.”

“Great…”

“I think you can’t have sex with someone unless you’re in love with them.”

Confusion hit me in a large wave. “How do you figure?”

“Before Alexia, you fucked anything that moved. But when you finally had her, you were happy for years. Even when you broke up, you still missed her. I think you’re a lot more mature now and you can’t go back to what you were. You won’t admit it to yourself but I think you want another serious relationship.”

“I don’t,” I said firmly.

“I know Alexia hurt you, and I’m not saying it wouldn’t scar anybody. But keep in mind those three years before that you two were really happy. Everyone thought she was the woman you would marry.”

I hated thinking about it. Somehow, the good memories were more painful than the ones.

“I think you want that again but with the right person. Therefore, you can’t have meaningless sex with Harper.”

“I don’t want another relationship,” I said firmly. “And I never want one again.”

He sighed, knowing we were having the same argument we had a million times before. “I think if you gave it a chance you would feel differently.”

“No.”

“Fine,” he said, growing aggravated. “Then sleep with this girl tonight.”

“Maybe I will,” I said with a growl.

“You won’t.” He shook his head. “I know you won’t. You don’t miss Alexia. You just miss what you had. And you’re afraid that you’ll never find that happiness again. That’s what you’re hurting over, not the actual person.”

“Stop analyzing me, alright?” I hissed. “I’m not a patient.”

“I’m just trying to help,” he said calmly.

“Well, don’t.” I knew I was being vicious to my brother but I couldn’t help it.

He looked at his watch and checked the time. “Show is about to start.”

I ignored his attempt at normal conversation. Instead, I looked at anything but him.

***

When the show ended and the actors started to file onto the floor, Kyle and I moved to Nate. He was speaking to his fellow dancers, and when he saw me, his eyes lit up.

“You came!” He moved into my arms and hugged me hard.

“Of course,” I said as I hugged him back. “And you did a great job.”

“Thanks.” He pulled away, gratitude still in his eyes. Then he shifted his gaze to my brother. It was clear he knew who he was. We looked so similar there was no room for mistake. “You must be Troy’s brother. Nice to meet you.” He shook his hand.

Kyle smiled and returned the embrace. “I’m slightly better-looking, obviously.”

Nate chuckled then dropped his hand. He seemed a little flustered, almost nervous. His cheeks had a tint to them and he seemed different, not himself. “Yeah…”

“You guys are performing all week?” I asked, trying to dispel the sudden awkwardness.

“Yeah,” Nate answered. “I won’t have much of a life for the next two weeks.”

“At least you’re doing what you love,” I said.

“Yeah.” He looked around the auditorium. “I just wish my parents would come…” Sadness fell heavily on his shoulders.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him about my last encounter with his mom and dad. All it would do is make him feel hopeless. And hopeless was exactly how I felt too. Nothing I said or did would change their mind. Even losing their son didn’t make a difference. It was terrible.

Kyle’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Excuse me for one moment.” He stepped away and held the phone to his ear.

Nate watched him walk away. “Please tell me he’s single.” His voice came out high-pitched and excited.

“Uh…he has a boyfriend,” I said. “They’re living together, actually.”

“Dammit.” He kicked the floor. “He’s so hot.”

“Why, thank you,” I said since my brother and I looked so much alike.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a laugh. “The good ones are always taken, I swear.”

I immediately thought of Harper. How she was single was beyond my understanding. She could find Mr. Right easily because every guy would do what she wanted to be Mr. Right.

“Well, I should get back,” Nate said. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course.”

“And tell Kyle I said bye,” he said. “And…let me know if it doesn’t work out with his boyfriend.”

I chuckled. “Will do.”

Nate quickly hugged me. “I really appreciate your support. You have no idea what it means to me.” He suddenly got emotional, his eyes coating with tears.

“You’re my friend,” I said. “And that’s what friends do.”

***

I had a new client, a girl name Patricia. From our coffee meeting I gathered that her boyfriend dumped her but he was still a mutual friend. Every time they went out, he was there. She wanted to make him jealous or prove that she was over him, and she wanted to prove that to all her friends too.

That’s where I came in.

She was nice enough, and there wasn’t anything about her that particularly annoyed me, but I wasn’t looking forward to escorting her. I noticed that whenever I wasn’t with Harper, that’s where I wanted to be. She was usually on my mind, in some physical and lustful way. And I missed her friendship too. She was the coolest person I knew

I arrived at Patricia’s door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I wore an expensive watch to show her friends I had money since I couldn’t wear a suit or anything. They were going out to a bar tonight so I had to wear casual attire.

She opened the door wearing a dress that was so short her ass practically hung out. She could wear whatever she wanted to wear, but I preferred women with a little more class. It was sexier to me. I’d rather imagine what I wasn’t seeing instead of getting a face full of it. “Hey.” She gave me a smile before she locked the door.