Authors: a dagmara
Shit, what was he up to?
“Spread your legs.” He ordered running his hands down the
side of my body, then proceeded to drop to my center.
Oh, took me a minute, he had a rag in his hand, and it was
obvious what his intentions were.
He was
cleaning the evidence of his orgasm from between my legs.
“How thoughtful of you.”
Again, I remarked in the same tone.
His mouth, by my ear replied… “I can be, but that’s never a
certainty.” Taking my ear lobe in to his mouth, my arousal was quick to
respond.
Releasing his mouth, I
didn’t
need to turn around, to know the expression on his
face.
Ah, he was very much like me.
He was going to be trouble.
Who
was I
kidding?
He was fucking trouble for me
in the worst way
!
Finally, he released me altogether and sat back down on his
bar stool affront of his laptop. His grin was one of complete satisfaction.
Raising myself still shaking my head, I too was grinning, but not for the same
reason I suspect.
“Well then, it seems my dress is undone, which was more
than I had asked for…so if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to find something
else to wear.” I cocked my head to him and grinned, the anger was evident in my
voice I
couldn’t
hide it.
I was both blissfully satisfied and pissed
all at the same time.
Without adding a
word, removing the remnants of my dress, I turned from and walked back to my
room.
“You have a wonderful ass Lillian.” He called out, with a
grin plastered on his face.
Pursing my lips, I turned at my doorway back to his
appraising expression.
“So I’ve been told.” Slighting my head, “I’m sure it won’t
be the last time I hear that one either.” With that, I shut my door.
My anger was palpable, and
based on his expression
,
I knew he felt it
.
However, he
was amused
by it?
I walked to my dresser pulling out fresh undergarments and
proceeded to remove my stockings. Quickly changing my clothes, I put on a worn
pair of jeans that hugged my hips and ass just so. A white, off the shoulder
top
;
belt and strappy-heel sandals finished my idea of
being fashionable.
Walking past the selves in my closet, my favorite hat
called to me, yes, this was certainly a hat day. I reached for it and fiddled
with it on my head, until I was satisfied. The hat was white with a black
ribbon detail it very much looked like a man’s hat from the twenties.
Walking over to my bed, picking up my purse, my eyes landed
on the gym clothes that still sat on the bed. I guess there was no longer a
need to work out any frustrations.
Grinning, this morning had certainly gone in a very strange
direction.
Where the
hell
was my self-control?
Ah, yeah had none.
Walking to the door, pausing, I could have sworn I heard a
woman’s voice.
And
, one I
recognized.
Should
have expected this.
Of course Charlie
would have a girlfriend, but
than
again perhaps
not.
Maybe just some
slut wanting his attention.
Opening the door, my expression was almost shocked, but I
quickly reeled it in before Charlie saw. There was clearly a woman in the
apartment, and one that I recognized. She had forced herself into Charlie’s
arms and was desperately trying to seduce him. It was evident that he brought
her home last night, as she had nothing but a T-shirt on that barely covered
her ass.
Looking at her, I realized it was Tiffany from the bar…my
bartender from last night. Dawning hit…he must have been there.
Gathering my composure, I smirked and walked into the
kitchen with my wits about me. I
wasn’t
sure what game
he thought to play with me, but I approved of this, Shit it’s something I would
pull myself.
“Lillian! Shit, I didn’t realize this was your place.”
“Yes it is.” I smiled and cocked my head as my eyes met
his. “Charlie here is a temporary guest,” raising a brow, “a very temporary
guest. He’s Julie’s brother.” Moving my eyes to Tiffany for a moment then back
to Charlie, I
added
“I didn’t realize you had a guest
Charlie?”
He offered no response and simply smiled at me.
I turned and opened the fridge gathering up bottled water,
as Tiffany’s attention went back to Charlie.
“What happened to you last night? I passed out for what
seemed to be a second, and you were gone?”
“Jet lag loves,” Turning back in their direction, his eyes
on me, “The time difference is a real bitch to handle, please forgive me?”
He swiftly turned to Tiffany. I wanted to
gag, was he really trying to coddle her?
“Did we have sex last night?” she whispered, hoping I
wouldn’t
hear. More for her embarrassment, I suppose. Most
women
weren’t
very comfortable when it came to their
intimacy or who they fucked the night before.
I, however, was
not like most women
,
I had no embarrassment
.
“No love, we did not…you passed out the moment you hit the
bed” he spoke so tenderly to her…odd.
Perhaps, he was setting up for a second run with her later.
“Such the gentlemen.”
She
giggled, sparking an instant reaction out of me, I rolled my eyes…how dumb can
she be? “Well what did you do with yourself?” Tiffany asked in an “oh so
desperate” attempt to speak in a seductive voice.
Oh, please this was painfully pathetic to
listen
to
.
I turned and took my now full and cold coffee to the sink,
when I met his eyes, waiting on his response.
“No worries love, I had quite the work out last night.” His
eyes were dark and laced with a carnal look of satisfaction as he stared at me.
I cocked my head, feeling like I was missing something.
Puzzled, I bit my lip and turned from him, taking my water, as I proceeded for
the door.
“Are you leaving Lillian?” Charlie called out.
Oh, his voice was definitely seductive.
“Yes…it appears that I am.” Cocking my
head
I felt like rolling my eyes at his obscured question. I
didn’t
turn back, offering a reply in a cold tone.
Shit, not like me to be the jealous type.
“When will you be returning?” Odd thing for him to ask, as
I’m
sure he is about to have his hands full with his one
nighter.
“I’m taking full advantage of a day off. I have things that
need my attention…as it appears you do too.” I smirked and continued to the
door.
“No worries Charlie, I doubt we’ll
be seeing one another the rest of the day. I will be back later, but only to
change.” I added quickly to reassure him that the place was to his disposal,
and without my interruption.
“Lillian?” Tiffany called stopping me in my tracks, sucking
a deep breath, what now? Why
can’t
I just leave?
Pausing, I turned “Yes Tiffany?”
“Are you headed to Power Plant this evening?” she asked
already knowing the answer.
“It’s really sad when my favorite bartender knows, where,
and what I do” I laughed.
She laughed to my statement, “I only mention it, because I
hear this evening is supposed to be of the scale there. Some band is
planning out
on the plaza, plus Mosaic has
Tiesto
performing tonight.
Oh, and I heard that you might me considering performing tonight?
Is that true?”
Her eyes were all lit up.
And
she turned to Charlie, “She can fucking sing.
She’s
amazing!
It’s like fucking sex on a microphone!”
I wanted to laugh, my first known groupie.
“Yes, I heard
Tiesto
is
performing, I’m just not sure I want to.
Singing
isn’t
something I want a career in.
My father would.”
My words dropped off in caution, looking to
Charlie.
“I’m not sure what I plan for
this evening but I will be there.” I turned reaching for the door.
“Lillian, I hope to hear you sing tonight.
I love your performances and
obviously
I’m a fan.
But
…
have fun
hopefully we run into one another, I plan to be there with a few friends.” She
looked to Charlie, hopeful that he would get the hint.
“So,
My
sister’s roommate is that
good?”
he
looked to me curiously.
“Sex with a microphone, huh interesting way to describe it.”
“Well, speaking of sex, I wouldn’t consider it that way,
but yes singing is a personal thing for me, and more intimate than sex.”
I raised my brows in a glare at Charlie.
“Well, have a good day Lillian!”
Tiffany offered as her lips landed on
Charlie’s neck.
I nodded, still grinning and looked to Charlie. His
expression seemed to change as if his mood went from, grinning with
satisfaction, to possibly
annoyed
?
Very odd.
I turned and walked from the apartment shutting the door
behind me.
Down the elevator to the garage, I pulled my cell from my
purse.
Shit, ten missed calls. I scrolled thru the numbers, one
from Julie, two from Sam, and seven from an unknown number.
At least there were no messages. I hated voice mail. I
didn’t
see the point of it since texting gets the message
across so much easier. Walking to my car, I was quick to get in and situate
myself. I pulled from the garage.
It was without a doubt, a beautiful early September
morning.
Commanding my blue tooth, I
instructed the call to Brady.
“Lil…I thought you forgot about me?” Brady answered.
“Sorry, I had gotten distracted at home. It appears that I
have the day free, due to some restructuring at the agency.”
“Nice. I’m jealous.” He replied.
“Oh, you should be,” I offered teasingly knowing he would
understand, what I
hadn’t
said.
“I know that tone…who was he, and damn you work quick!”
“Yeah, keep it to yourself, but shit…Julie’s brother.” I
shook my head from side to side, still shocked with what had happened.
“What the fuck! Since when did you break your own limits?”
He laughed, yet I could sense the worry under his tone.
“I know …he was a very big “Off Limit”. To my defense, it
was all him…I started nothing.”
“Shit, what are you going to do about him?
I mean, he’s staying in your apartment…that’s
kinda a problem is it not?” Brady asked.
“You can stay with me for the time being Lil.
I
don’t
like it one bit.
Priorities Lil.”
“Nah…he is occupied with a woman he forgot to mention that
he brought home last night.” I smirked, covering my jealousy.
Yes, I was jealous, or perhaps
annoyed?
I’m
gonna go with annoyed.
“Shit!” Brady laughed, “So, I take it that he fucked you,
while he had a woman in his bed …wow.”
“Yup …I think he and I will be just fine…I believe he has a
mind much like my own, so he shouldn’t be a problem for me” I was lying, as he
was a problem, a big problem for me.
“Well, that’s a relief. So does this mean our bet is off
for tonight?
Seeing that you just got
laid, and I know your rules about never two in one day?”
“Yes, sorry to disappoint…how about we make sure you at
least get laid tonight?”
“Was planning on it Lil”, he laughed.
“Well, now you have my help…not saying you need any it just
doesn’t hurt”
“For fear of a pissing contest, I don’t have the energy
for, do you think you can stop by the office and sign these documents I had
drafted?”
“Sure, be there in 15,” I offered.
“Good”
He sighed.
Was He
annoyed?
“Lil, are you taking Corey up about
tonight?”
Fuck?
What was it with everyone
today.
“I don’t know
Brady,
timing isn’t
good for this right now.”
I felt
frustrated.