Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend (5 page)

My dick deflated instantly at that thought. She started laughing really hard when she saw the panic in my face. This was not gonna happen one way or the other if she wasn’t of age. That would be some serious shit if she was in high school. She looked young, but I don’t think she was that young. When her laughing didn’t stop, it started to anger me.

“It’s not very funny, Scarlet.”

My voice was hard and her laughing stopped immediately.

“Sorry, Declan.” She said contritely and bowed her head with trepidation.

I didn’t mind the use of my given name from her lips. Her voice was sultry and low. It made me wonder what I’d like better. Her calling me Declan or Dax when I had her beneath me.

“I just turned twenty-two this past Tuesday. I didn’t mean to laugh like that. I hadn’t realized you thought I’d be so young. Well, let me dissuade you.” She reached over in her bag and pulled out a small wallet. She opened it and took out her ID before handing it to me. ‘Scarlet Kristen Castle, 1902 Virginia Street, Baytown, TX 77520, November 15 1992’

Thank you, God. She wasn’t playing me. I turned to hand it back to her when I saw her cheeks flushed with a pretty pink that curled into her ears.

“What?”

“I’ve never just given my information to someone before. Hopefully you’re not some stalker.”

“Don’t worry about it. No, I am not a stalker. It’s cool, Pixie, you’re not really my type.”

“Well, that’s good then. What is your type?” Right before I was about to tell her she waved her hands in a stopping gesture. “No, wait. Lemme. Tall, thin, model like, probably the IQ of a rattle? Maybe implants? Tanned and toned? Looking at
you
, that’s what I see when I picture you with a girl.”

“Ha-ha. Not far off, but I don’t ever really have relationships. I have a girl for just a small amount of time. I don’t like clingy or needy chicks. And ones that can’t provide for me sexually, I send packing. I’m very picky that way.”

“Provide for you sexually? What are you? Like a pimp or something? You’re way too hot for that.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Ha. Whatever, buddy. Don’t even think you don’t know how good looking you are. You’re one of
those
type of guys.”

“And what kind of guy is that?”

“You know…popular everywhere you go. You were probably the most popular guy in school with a banging, hot chick on your arm who was equally popular. Every guy wanted to be you and every girl wanted to be with you. Probably had an easy way through life. You look really smart, so school and/or college was a breeze. All the while getting anything you wanted. Had a ton of friends, both male and female. How close am I? Or should I totally leave now for over-offending you?”

I took my hand from behind her and ran it through my hair. Damn. That actually kinda stung that she could think so less of me.

“Well, I was
one
of the most popular but not for the reasons you think. I actually didn’t have many friends. I was popular for mostly my good looks. Uh. I took very good care of myself. I am very smart. I’m an accountant. Love numbers. Now are you going to answer what I asked you?”

“Yes, I am getting my bachelors in teaching. My dream is to be a dancer or singer on stage. Broadway would be great, but I like keeping my shit firmly in reality and I doubt I’ll ever get out of here and get on a stage. So, gotta go for something within reach. I’m going to be a math teacher. I’d like to teach Algebra but this last stretch will be hard. I’m almost finished doing my intern-1, which is where I teach part-time at a school and get no pay. Then next semester I will be teaching full-time, unpaid and then I’ll graduate and I can be a teacher.”

“See, we already have things in common.”

“Yes, now. I’m curious as to the ‘provide for you sexually’ part. That sounds interesting.”

She was blushing really hard when she said that and I kind of liked it.

Her blush was something else. Her eyes looked past me, widened, and her face flamed almost to a deep shade of maroon. I turned to see the waiter standing there with a ‘Did she really just say what I think she just said?’ type look.

I turned to him, smirked and said, “Yeah, dude. You heard her just fine.”

Scarlet

What. An. Idiot. I laughed it off, turned, and shook my hair to hide my humiliation. I can say that was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Dax made it worse but saying, ‘yeah, you heard just fine’. Asshat.

However, I was curious. I mean, what kind of guy says stuff like that? He only picked women who provided for him sexually? That was all kinds of creepy or too Mr. Grey. Yeah, I read Fifty Shades of Grey. Great series, but this guy into that kinda stuff? I don’t know how I felt about that. I was a virgin like any other so I don’t know much except from what I read in books. Well, and from the toy Tiffany insisted I take from her. A few kisses from guys I dated but when they figured I wouldn’t give them more than what they wanted, that’s all that seemed to happen. Kisses. Never any hand holding or dating that went beyond movies and an occasional dinner. I often paid for my half, too.

I figured I’d end up paying for my late night dinner now, so I made sure to order something small.

“And what’ll you have, ma’am?”

I looked over the menu quickly and knew I wasn’t going to get much so I just replied, “I’ll have two pancakes, and three slices of bacon please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The guy turned and walked some feet away when Dax whistled and said, “Hold up.” Then he turned to me and said, “Is that all you’re eating? You’re not hungry? I doubt you ate at work and I know sometimes a lot of people don’t eat very much before work so why don’t you get something that’ll fill you up more?”

“No, Dax. That’s okay.”

Then, naturally, my stomach rumbled, letting him know I was hungrier than a few pancakes and bacon.

“Order something that’ll fill you up, Pixie. You can’t just eat that. You look hungry.”

“Is that a fat remark?”

He wiped his hand down his face with exasperation. He turned to the waiter and said, “She’ll have a split decision, eggs over easy, bacon, sausage, no powdered sugar on the French toast. Thank you.” Then he waved the waiter off before turning back to me.

“Hey! You can’t order for me like that.”

“Yes, I can. And I did. Get over it. You need to eat a full meal so when you get home, you can rest with a full belly.”

“I said-

“Scarlet. Stop.”

I put my fists underneath the table and clenched them tight. Ooh, I really wanted to strangle him. Who did he think he was getting all caveman-boss on me?

“Caveman.”

He put his feet down on the floor, turned to me and smirked.

“Sorry. So, a teacher huh? I could totally see you as one. Especially when the kids get bad, and you get out your ruler and smack their hands all teacher-disciplinary-like.”

That took the anger right out of me. Silly scenario.

“I think that’s like, old fashioned. Like, maybe fifty years ago type teaching. I don’t plan on smacking hands with a ruler. So barbaric. Are you an accountant for people or businesses?”

“Businesses. I mainly work at one place, but I often do others. Like I told you, I don’t have many friends, and if I’m not working out, having se-“, he stopped mid-word when he looked at me with uncertainty.

“You can say it, Dax. Having sex. You have a lot of sex, right?”

He started having a coughing fit. I thumped him on the back a few times and he murmured, “Yes.”

“It’s okay. It’s not a problem for me if you say you have a lot of that. How old are you?”

“Old enough. And yes, I have a lot of sex but it’s not like I have tons of partners. Get that out of your head. I am choosy when it comes to my partners.”

“Which I am not in, so that’s cool. You can tell me if you want. Are you like Christian Grey?”

“Who?”

“Christian Grey. As in Fifty Shades? They are turning it into a movie.”

He just looked at me like I was stupid. That or he had no idea what I was talking about. I hated explaining this stuff. I looked around just in case anyone was close enough to listen, and leaned into Dax and whispered. “BDSM type stuff.”

“Ha-ha! You can say that. But I don’t sodomize women. They do everything willingly, and they love it.”

“Then, I’m definitely not your type.”

“I know, but that’s okay, Pixie. You do still make my dick hard though,” he placed his hand behind me on the chair and had started twirling a small chunk around his finger.

God, the stuff he says made me so flabbergasted.

“So why are we even-? You know. Here?”

“For some reason, I want to hang with you. You’re a beautiful girl, smart and the fact you said you won’t sleep with me is something I admire.”

“Huh. Okay. So what type am I, if I’m not your type?”

“Oh, just by looking at you? Well, when I saw your truck, it seemed like you’re a little princess. That type of truck costs money to maintain-

“Stop right there, buddy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna interrupt you. Listen,
Dax
. I am not some little princess. Everything I have, I’ve had to work really hard for. That truck, was my grandfathers and after he died, before I was born, my Nana kept it in prime condition. That was his baby. My Nana respected that, kept it that way and when she gave it to me to use for school, and work, I promised myself I would keep it the same. I’m not rich. Far from it, actually. I guess I deserve that though for judging you like I did. But you never denied it, so.”

I opened my hands in a ‘what do you want me to say’ gesture and looked away from him.

“Cause most of it is true except for the friends. I don’t get close to people.”

“Even the girls you go out with?”

“I don’t ‘go out’ with girls. We fuck. And no, they know the score when they get with me.”

I thought about what he said for a minute. I liked how he was honest and I didn’t mind it if he was crass or crude. It just seemed natural for him.

“And you think you’re gonna have sex with me?”

He turned my way, his eyes skimming over my body, landing on my chest. The look in his eyes made me feel naked. It was like molten lava. Little pulses of excitement ran through my veins and without will of my own, my breasts felt heavy underneath his gaze and responded to him by hardening into tight, and painful points.

Even though he said I wasn’t his type and I said I wasn’t going to sleep with him, didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate a man looking at me the way he was looking at me right now.

I didn’t have to look down to see them when I saw his nose flare and his mouth open slightly.

“I think…”

“Here you go, y’all.” Our food was set down, and she asked if we needed anything else. But she wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes had been glued on Dax, just trying to get him to notice her. But he just kept looking at my boobs.

“Uh. Dax?” His tongue swiped over his lips then he looked up at me. His stare was making me squirm in my seat, but I couldn’t look away. I liked how he looked at me. My core felt hot, and I could feel my arousal seep down to my panties. No one has ever made me feel like this. Wanton and needy. My breath caught. I didn’t want to be another sexual conquest for him though. I couldn’t deny though that what I felt pooling down in the pit of my stomach was pure lust and desire.

“Yeah?” His voice became hoarse and thick as he spoke. I nodded my head towards the waiter. He kept his eyes on me for longer than what was comfortable, like he didn’t want anything interrupting his eye-fucking. That’s the only way I could describe that look. He was undressing me with his eyes and I could just imagine his hands running over the curves of my body. Teasing the flesh to his every demand.

The waiter cleared her throat with irritation. Then Dax’s eyes changed, turning hard as he looked up at the pretty waitress.

“Where’s the guy that took our order?”

“Oh. He had to go, it was the end of his shift. No worries, though. I’ll take real good care of you.” She was looking directly at Dax as if she was offering herself up on a platter with an apple stuffed in her mouth. As she said that, she had thrust out her chest. She was a tall, thin girl, pretty blue eyes and short brown hair.

Dax snickered and brought me up close to his body where I ended up splayed half way on top of him. I didn’t get balanced, and had to stop myself from face planting on his lap (that would be too much humiliation in one day), so I put my hand down and holy. Mother. Of. Pearl. It landed right on his-GULP-erection.

“Sorry.”

He looked down at where my hand laid and when I started lifting my hand, he placed his on top and kept it there. My eyes widened, but he kissed my forehead and turned to the waitress. My hand flexed and his steel-hard member flexed right back. Oh, snap.

“As you can see, I’m well taken care of. Just the check please.”

The girl’s eyes shifted to where my hand was on his man-parts, she smirked, looked at me up and down and then back at Dax. “Sure thing, sweetie.” She said before walking away.

“Dax.” His eyes softened a bit when he turned back to look at me.

“Yeah, Pix?”

“Uh. My hand? May I have it back?”

He looked down to where my hand cupped around the erection inside his jeans and he just shrugged.

“Whatever you want. I don’t mind. But first-.”

He squeezed his hand on mine, and rubbed my hand down the hard length of him. A hiss of pleasure escaped from his lips.

“Agh.” I yanked back my hand and said, “I thought I wasn’t your type!”

“It’s looking like you are my type after all.”

“I really don’t get you. I’m still not going to sleep with you.”

“Yet.”

I shuffled back so my back was against the wall and my body faced his. “There is no ‘yet’. I’m saving myself for the man I marry.”

The fork he was eating with clattered to the plate. The smile he was expressing flattened and his eyes raised so high they almost disappeared in his hairline.

“What do you mean? ‘Saving yourself for the man you’re going to marry’? Does that mean?”

“Yes. It’s
exactly
what it means. You don’t have to broadcast it so
everyone
hears, you know.”

“You’re a-you’re a-,” He was flapping his hands wildly in circular motions, trying to get out what I knew he was trying to say. The slore waitress was making her way back towards us when he was about to say virgin, so I slapped my hand over his mouth.

“You say what you’re going to say and I’ll make you wish you were never born, Declan. Got me?”

“But-,” the sound was muffled by my hand and it tickled my palm.

“Here’s your check. Lemme know if you need
anything
else.”

The waitress was still standing at the end of the table, waiting for what, I don’t know, but Dax was still looking at me with surprised shock. When he didn’t say anything to the girl, rude or not, I shook my head and told her, “Thank you.”

She still didn’t move and I was getting irritated by the whole dang situation. I took my hand away from his mouth. I looked at Dax and his fish face. His mouth opened and closed, opened and closed.

Just like he had when I met him last week. Like he was at a loss for words. I rather liked that.

“Dax! The waitress.”

He growled (yes, literally growled) and turned to her, “Leave us.” His voice was hard and commanding, but she left us alone, huffing on her way.

“Scarlet,” he looked around us and then crowded in close to me and whispered, “Are you a virgin?”

His face was inches from mine and my heart started racing uncontrollably.

“Yes.” My voice was breathless. With Dax so close to me, I felt his breath skirt across my cheeks. “Dax?” It came out as a whisper and then he threw himself back in his seat.

“Okay. Friends then.”

“Friends?”

“Yes. We’ll be friends then. You know? Hang out, go out to lunch or dinner. Movies. Call each other. Text. Stuff like that.”

“You wanna be my friend?”

“Yeah. I do.”

I shifted myself in the seat. I had to look away from him. I’ve never had an actual friend to hang out with before. Especially a guy. This would be a whole new experience for me. What Dax was offering was nice. Right?

It did sting though that as soon as he found me out I was still carrying my v-card, it was like ‘Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.’ Yada-blah-whatever. As if being a virgin is a turn-off. Like it was a freaking disease. I kinda wanted to say forget it. I didn’t want a friend out of pity.

“Like we’re actually gonna hang out and crap?”

He gave me a side eye glare of disgust and a frown.

“What?”

“Hang out and
crap
? I don’t hang out and
crap
.” He put his hands up in the air and used quotation marks when he said crap.

“Whatever, Dax. You know what I meant.”