“So what are you wearing?”
“Oh.” I look down at myself feeling stupid about what I’m going to say to him. “Um.. A grey skirt, a white silk blouse oh! And I have brown hair.” I add the end part; I don’t know how many women may be wearing the same kind of thing as I am.
“Alright sweetheart I’ll see you in an hour and a half.” He says and the phone goes dead. I hang it up and toss my bag back under the desk and start putting back all the books that have been checked out by students away.
I started working at the school library a year ago when I moved to Nashville from Seattle. I work here three days a week, the rest of the time I work from home as a medical insurance specialist. I like working here, its quiet and the pay is good. I finish out my day making sure to update the computer system and locking up. When I leave the building most of the staff has left for the day. The parking lot is mostly empty except for my red Audi. I get in my car and turn it on, flip the button for the top, it takes a second for the top to go back and lock in place. The sound of Addicted to love by Florence and the machines starts playing as I head out to down town. When I reach the area that I’m supposed to meet this guy I find parking about a block away. This part of town is always crazy around this time of day; by the time that I reach Jakes I’m about ten minutes later than I planned of being. I look around wondering what this guy might look like. There are so many people walking around that I feel like an idiot that I didn’t ask him what he was wearing. I stand next to the building with my arms crossed over my chest. I want to sit down so bad my feet are killing me.
I have a sick love for heels and the ones I wore today are paying me back for wearing them for more than a few hours. I see a guy looking at me he’s about my age not much taller than my 5’5, he’s cute and wearing a suit and tie. I start to wave to see if it’s that the guy, then a guy about 6’3 and huge I don’t just mean in height, his body looks like its chiseled from stone. He’s wearing washed-out blue jeans and a white t-shirt; every piece of skin exposed is covered with tattoos. He is beautiful in a way that is unusual but no less gorgeous. His ears have those gauges in them. His hair is cut low on the sides, the top in a fohawk. His jaw is strong with a few days of stubble. His eyes are blue that almost looks like contacts. His eyes come to me before looking away quickly then the next second they come back to me doing a head to toe sweep. I gulp at the look on his face. I look past him to the other guy or try to. When Mr. Tattoo starts towards me blocking my view. I want to take a step back but I can’t go anywhere. Then I see my phone in his hand.
“This yours?” He asks. I nod like an idiot. He shakes his head running his free hand down his face. Then his eyes sweep me again. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He says looking upset. I look down at myself wondering how I could have offended him. I look normal or my working out of the house normal. When I’m at home working I wear baggie sweats, some I cut off into shorts just hanging off me, with tank tops or t-shirts. But the few days a week that I get out of the house I like to dress up or at least wear
heels. “This cannot be fucking happening.” He says and I wonder if he is completely crazy.
“What?” I ask, finally finding my voice. I have to look way back even in my four inch heels he is still towering over me.
“You.”
“Me what?” I ask confused.
“Never mind who’s this?” He presses the button on my phone the screen lights up and a picture of Jamie Dornan wearing nothing but a pair of jeans takes up the screen.
“Um… That’s Jamie.” I say wondering why he is asking but
too afraid to ask, the look on his face isn’t very open for conversation.
“He your man?”
“I wish.” I mumble and I hear him growl. My head flies back and I search his face, his jaw is ticking and his hand holding my phone has his knuckles turning white.
“What does that mean?” he ask
“That’s Jamie Dornan he’s playing fifty I don’t know him.” I feel my cheeks heat up and I look down at my feet what the hell’s wrong with me? Why am I not afraid right now? I have been scared my whole life and now when I should be running for cover I’m not scared at all.
“I don’t have time for this.” He says and I don’t know what he is talking about but I really
want my phone. When I look up and see that he is walking away my eyes come together and I wonder what he is doing. Then I realize that he still has my phone.
“Hey you can’t steal my phone.” I cry grabbing onto his arm. He looks down at me then stops short I’m completely caught off guard when he wraps an arm around my waist pulling me flush against him. His free hand goes into my hair pulling my head back and kisses me, no, not kisses, he consumes me. My body starts to buzz like someone just plugged me into an electrical outlet. I start to feel light headed when he pulls his mouth from mine. I gasped, my fingers going to my mouth. “What was that?” I whispered looking into his eyes.
“What’s your name?” He asks.
“Sophie.” I tell him my words spoken against my fingers. His body is hard as a rock against mine I can feel every muscle, every contour.
“Sophie.” He repeats, stands up to his full height pulling me with him. This is the first time in my life that I have ever felt small. I look around wondering if time stopped for anyone else. “My name is Nico.”
“Of course it is.” I say thinking that a guy that looks like him would have a name like that. Cool and hot something that rolls easy off your tongue but is hard to forget.
“I’ll see you when I get back into town Sophie.” He says making sure I’m steady on my feet.
“What?” I ask looking around again.
“Here’s your phone.” He hands me my phone and I’m still a little light headed. He starts to walk off again I watch in a daze then he turns around to face me from about twelve feet away. “Sophie.”
“Yeah?”
“Change the picture on your phone.” He says before he turns and disappears into the crowd. I stand there for a few minutes wondering what just happened. Eventually I pull myself together enough to make it to my car. When I get there I realize that I hadn’t even put the top up. I turn quickly looking in my back seat. Thank god my bag is still there.
I start my car and head home. I live in a small two-bedroom house, I bought the place cash when I moved,
it’s not much but its home. I pull into my garage and hop out. I drag my bag with me. I need a beer or a shot of something. I unlock my door and kick my shoes off; they fly down the hall towards my room. Dropping my bag by the door and the infamous phone on the table I head to my kitchen open my freezer, pull out the bottle of vodka I keep there in case of emergency. I pull a coffee cup down from the cupboard fill it half full and shoot it back. Coughing up a lung and trying to catch my breath, I fill the glass up again. I shakily take another shot holding my breath as the burn fills my chest but this time I’m prepared for it. I put the stuff away feeling more relaxed already. I head to my room stripping off my clothes I put on a t-shirt. It’s early so I head to the living room grabbing my phone along the way. I plop down on my couch, put my feet up on the coffee table and turn the TV on and start up the DVR and press play on the big bang theory. I sit there for a few minutes in a daze. I look at my phone in my hand, clicking on the screen and look at the picture of Jamie. I don’t know why but I can’t help but to smile. Nico was hot slightly scary but defiantly interesting.
Nico
I was happy to be home. I had been gone four days chasing a Skip. I thought it would take me a little longer to catch up with the guy but lucky for me he was half moron. I pull up in front of my town house shutting off my car and my phone rings. I look at the caller id, I know its not going to be sweet Sophie but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to be. Kenton’s number flashes on the screen, I’m sure he has another case for me but right now that’s not happening. I’m going to have a beer go to bed then tomorrow I’m going over to the local Middle school.
“Yeah.” I answer, I pull my bag out of the backseat.
“Didn’t take you long to catch Johnson.’
“That’s because he is a moron.” I tell him. “He hid out at his mom’s house. You would think that he would have learned his lesson the last two times I went after him. Most of the time I was gone was spent on the road getting there then getting home. When are you going to get a private jet so I don’t have to put miles on my car?”
“Stop bitching, you made fifteen hundred dollars in two days.” He wasn’t wrong. I had a nice little nest egg going between selling my part of the construction business back to my brothers and chasing after skips, I was sitting on a nice stack of cash.
“So why are you calling?”
“What! I can’t call and see how my cousin is doing?”
“Do I sound stupid to you?”
“Alright, alright. The thing is that I need you to help me out with something.
“What?”
“Look a friend of mine from Vegas called. He has a girl that needs a place to crash for a little while.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Can she stay with you until Cassie gets the rest of her shit out of my house?”
“Hell no!” I say as I shove my keys into the door. The second the door is open daisy starts going wild. I scoop her up in one hand as she begins licking my chin or any piece of me she can get to. “You still have that dog?” He laughs.
“Yes.” I growl. All the fuckers in my life think it’s funny that I own a little fur ball for a dog. I rescued daisy from a flophouse. She was so small at the time that she could fit in the palm of my hand. I was going to give her to one of my family members but I couldn’t do it. After a week of having her with me I grew attached to her.
“Look man I just need your help this one time.”
“No, you should have put that bitches shit out months ago.”
“Don’t make it seem like I haven’t wanted to. She swore that she was coming this weekend to get all of her stuff but until then I don’t have room for this chick that’s coming.”
“Who is it that’s coming?” I ask curiously.
“A friend of mine works in Vegas as a bouncer at a strip club. This girl saw some shit go down. He called and asked me to keep an eye out for her until the right people can be contacted.”
“Wow your own personal stripper living with you.”
“She could live with you first.” He says.
“I’m seeing someone. So your gonna have to find something else to do with the chick or toss your ex’s shit outside or burn it behind your house for all I care.”
“You’re seeing someone?” I can hear the disbelief in his voice. I’m not surprised, I don’t date, I hook up and go home.
“I just got home I don’t have time for this right now. Call your ex tell her that she needs to come get her stuff tomorrow or
you’re burning it. And honestly if she doesn’t show up I say burn that shit.”
“Look, you and I both know that she is not going to come get her shit she thinks if
it’s here that she has a reason to come back.”
“So put it in your car and take it to her house and put it on her lawn.”
“I would have done that but I need a truck and I haven’t had time.”
“She has been out for almost a year, how the hell haven’t you had time?”
“Okay I’ve had time I just haven’t wanted to deal with all the crying that comes along with seeing her.”
“Aw you cry when you see her.” I laugh.
“Tears of joy that she’s out of my life fucker.” I laugh along with him as I set Daisy on the ground and grab a beer out of the fridge popping the top and taking a swig.
“If she doesn’t come by this weekend to get her stuff let me know and I will go with you to take it to her we can borrow Cash’s truck.”
“Sound’s good. So who’s this chick you’re seeing? Is it the red head from the bar the other night?”
“No, and you don’t know her.” Shit I don’t even know her. All I know about her is that she smells like apples and cinnamon. Has the softest brown hair that I have ever seen or felt. Her brown eyes darken to almost black when she’s kissed and her skin is the color of milk and turns pink when she’s nervous or embarrassed.
“Did you hear me?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were up for another job this week?”
“I’m not sure right now.”
“Alright let me know.”
“Yeah, sure later.”
“Later.” I clicked off the phone while tossing it onto the counter. Daisy is sitting at my feet looking up at me. I open up her treat jar, her eyes following my every move. I hold it up and she dances around before I drop it to her.
I wonder from the kitchen into my room pulling off my shirt. Tossing it onto the floor followed by my jeans and boxers. Going into the bathroom I start up the shower letting the glass stall steam up before stepping inside. I let the hot water run over me, my head goes back thinking about Sophie and her big brown eyes looking up at me with nervousness and hunger, something that I have never seen on a woman’s face before but something that will forever be etched into my brain. I knew the minute that I saw her that she was it. How I knew? I don’t know but it was like my soul lit up, cheesy as fuck but also true. I don’t really have time for her right now and she is not someone that looks like she would ever be interested in someone like me but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. She has a look of innocents about her. I guess that could be a front but something tells me that
it’s not. I feel my self-getting hard thinking about those fucking heels that she had on, they should be illegal. She looked like any man’s dirty librarian fantasy or maybe a naughty secretary. I palm my self-moving in long steady strokes. I wouldn’t mind seeing her on her knees in front of me, her skirt up around her waist legs spread showing off her pussy, her top open, breasts hang over the top of her bra, her nipples hard and dark pink from being sucked, licked and bitten. I would stand in front of her feeding her my dick. My hands in her hair, dictating her pace, I feel my balls draw up my strokes moving faster. Her hand would cup my balls gently, her other hand moving with her mouth as I fucked her mouth. “Shit” I groan into the empty shower. Long jets of cum hitting the wall in front of me, I haven’t jacked off to the thought of a woman since I was thirteen and Margret Jenkins showed me her tits in the boy’s bathroom on a dare. I catch my breath before I wash up and head to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.