Enchanted and Desired (9 page)

It has been ten days since the incident at Spyder and I’ve been acting like a college dickhead, fucking everything offered to me. I’ve fucked them in the bathrooms, I’ve bent them over my desk, and I’ve let them suck me off in the darkest corners of my club. I even fucked one girl up the ass while her friend ate her pussy, and then I made them switch positions. That was so fucking hot, and yet I still can’t shake the memory of Jess. I’d like to say it’s because of her mad skills in the sack, but I fear it’s more than that. I think I actually have feelings for this girl and I am so pissed off about it. I've decided to bite the fucking bullet and call her today, and I actually feel nervous as the dial tone rings out in my ear before it connects and a sultry voice is on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” My heart is pounding in my chest with that one solitary word.

“It’s Simon. Before you hang up on me, I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted last week. It was completely out of line. I just saw red when I saw you with that…dickhead. Look…Jess…before I say anything stupid, can I take you out for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…”

“Please Jess. Don’t make me fucking beg here. I just want to clear the air. Our best friends are dating and we
are
going to bump into each other from time to time. It doesn’t need to be so awkward. Let me make it up to you. I’ll pick you up at 8pm.” I need to at least sound confident, otherwise she is going to walk all over me, and I’ll let her, which is not how I operate. The silence on the other end of the line is crushing…and then like a fucking lifeline, she speaks.

“Okay. I’ll see you then, but only for Lily and Brandon’s sake. Bye.” The line goes dead and I realize I’ve been holding my breath this whole goddamn conversation. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I get my head down and get to work organizing what needs to be done for the clubs tonight. My PA gets me a reservation at Pink - one of my favorite restaurants, so I head back to my apartment to get ready, before making my way to Jess’s to pick her up. On the drive over I finally feel relaxed, more like myself, ready to work the Mantovani charms on this girl.

As I wait to be buzzed in, I’m already formulating a plan of attack. I know what my proximity does to Jess and I need to get the upper hand back if I am going to talk to her about what happened the last time I was with her. She completely shut down on me that night, and I want to fucking help her, so if I need to be a bit of a dick to do that, then so be it.

When I make my way up to her apartment, I’m not ready for what awaits me behind the front door…she looks…goddamn out of this world. Not her usual sex siren, but a more demure, sultry, subtle kind of gorgeous. Her body is beyond fucking perfect and tonight it’s covered in a flowing full length maxi dress with a chunky belt around her waist, showing off just how tight her body really is. She’s wearing flats which makes me feel like I’m towering over her as I loom in the door frame, drinking in the sight of her, unashamed at my blatant appreciation.

If I didn’t know better, I would think she looks a little shy as she gathers her clutch and makes her way back to the door, back to me. I get a hint of her perfume as she reaches me and it’s so amazing, I just want to lick her from head to toe and everywhere in between. I can’t bring myself to move out of the way to let her pass. Instead I lean in and press my lips to her cheek, lingering longer than I should, my breathing growing shallow and erratic as I struggle to compose myself. It’s only made harder when I hear her breath hitch, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest against my own.

“We should go…don’t want to miss our reservation.” I rip myself from her orbit and force myself over to the elevator. If I don’t put some distance between us right now I’ll be lifting her into the apartment and will have her naked and pinned to the wall in three seconds flat. Normally that would be my goal for the evening, but I need to talk to her, I need to understand how she was able to hide the broken so well. I didn’t see it coming and it was a sucker punch to the chest when she let her guard down.

I hold the door for the elevator open and flash her my brightest smile. “After you gorgeous.”

She quietly steps into the elevator, graceful and stunning with every move of her body. She is a different girl tonight. I’m not sure how to handle this. I can deal with loud mouthed, confident Jess – not always in the best way, but I can handle it. The vulnerable woman in front of me is staring at me with a look in her eyes that calls to some base desire inside me to protect her. THAT I find harder to deal with.

On our way to the restaurant we make small talk, ignoring the elephant in the room – my appalling behavior last week. Jess isn’t the type to be overwhelmed or impressed by a fancy restaurant or a flash car, so none of my usual tactics have any effect on her; it’s sort of liberating and quite refreshing actually. We order drinks and finally start talking while we wait for our food.

“Thanks for letting me take you out tonight Jess. I was such a fucking asshole last week I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.” This groveling is obviously amusing to her.

“You’re right Si…you were a complete asshole, but I guess I can forgive you. I was a bit of a bitch the morning after our night together at my apartment, so let’s call it even.”

We chat back and forth about mundane topics until I just have to mention what happened between us the last time we slept together.

“You probably don’t want to talk about it, but I genuinely want to know what is going on with you? I know that look. The one you gave me when I accidentally touched your ass; the fear that flashed across your face when my fingers got too close – I’ve seen that look before and it fucking slayed me to see your sweet face looking so distraught. We don’t know each other that well, but we have an undeniable connection, and I want you to know that you can talk to me about it…if you want to.” I can see her shutting down as soon as the words leave my mouth.

We are afforded a short reprieve when the waiter brings our dinner and tops off our drinks. I can see the cogs turning; watching her decide what to say to me.

“Look Simon. It’s sweet that you’re worried about me, and I don’t know what you
thought
you saw in my eyes, or on my face, but it’s pretty simple. I don’t like ass play. It’s a one way street and I don’t let any man go there, not even one as sexy as you.” She’s trying to distract me and I want to believe her, but I just fucking don’t. I see some of the same pain Sofia suffered in her eyes, and she most definitely has not dealt with whatever happened to her.

“I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable; I’m just worried about you.” She cuts me off before I can say anything else.

“Well you don’t have to worry about me. I’m perfectly fine, and I don’t need your pity or your concern. WE aren’t dating; we fucked a couple of times, and you know absolutely NOTHING about me, so whatever bullshit you THINK you know…just drop it.” She stands up to leave, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“JESS. Sit the fuck down. I was only trying to look out for you. Obviously I should have known better than to attempt anything deeper, and I’m sorry. You did warn me when I met you. We fucked…that’s it. I was putting my own bullshit on you…sorry. Please, sit down and at least finish your dinner.” I know my tone is a bit sharp, but apparently she doesn’t respond to me being nice to her. At least I know where I stand now.

We stick to superficial topics for the rest of the evening, slipping back into our tried and tested roles as we shamelessly flirt, innuendos rife, and the sexual tension between us growing with every passing minute. This night is taking a direction I didn’t expect, but one that I want with every fiber of my being. I want my dick buried deep inside her so badly, I can feel myself harden right here at the table in the middle of the restaurant. She makes me lose all control when I’m around her, and the look in her eyes right now is pure lust. It is
so
fucking sexy.

“Take me home Simon. I want you tonight.” I’m conflicted for all of two seconds.

I try to flag down our waiter but I can’t see him, so I try to get the attention of the waitress at the next table. “Excuse me miss. Could we have the check please?” As she turns to answer me, my heart sinks. I can see the recognition on her face, and all I want to do is get the hell out of dodge before it blows up in my face, but it’s too late!

“Well, well, well. Onto your next willing victim I see. At least she’s getting dinner before you bend her over, fuck her and then don’t call her.” Shit, shit, shit. One of my many conquests from the past ten days is standing in front of me looking pissed off and spiteful!

“You can’t even remember my name can you?” She’s right, I can’t. All I could think about when I was fucking her, was the face of the girl sitting across from me.

“You certainly don’t waste any time do you? Have you already slept with someone else in the two days between fucking me and lining up this poor slut?” Jess is up and making her way out of the restaurant before I can stop her.

“Don’t you fucking dare call her a slut. You were
more
than willing baby, so don’t play wounded. If you want a guy’s respect, don’t offer up your pussy on a platter and then expect to be treated like a princess.” I throw a few hundred dollar bills down on the table and quickly make my way out to find Jess.

I see her marching down the block, forcing me to run to catch up with her. “Jess, wait a minute, let me explain.” I try to grab her arm to stop her walking away, but she rips it from my grasp.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me Simon. I know you’re a player; I knew it when we hooked up, I just didn’t realize that you had a conveyor belt going. I don’t intend to ride that train again so I’ll be going now. Nice knowing you.” How dare she fucking judge me.

“Don’t get all fucking high and mighty on me Jess. I fucking wanted you, and you know it. You were the one that ignored me and then turned up in my club letting some random guy grope all over you.”

“I didn’t KNOW it was your club! GOD. And you were the one that wound me up and then discarded me like I was nothing.” She has some nerve.

“Don’t give me that bull Jess. I came out to get you and you blew me off. Then I watched you get in the cab with that prick, so don’t accuse me of being a fucking player. You play the game pretty damn well yourself.”

“Yeah I went home with him, and I fucked him and it was great…fucking amazing actually. Best sex of my life.” I can’t believe we are having this conversation in the middle of the goddamn street, but fuck it.