UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (20 page)

I open my eyes to see the taxi driver with the door open, leaning over me. "Shit!" I jump and recoil from his touch. "Where am I?"

He laughs and stands back up outside the cab door. "Dogwood Court, Ma'am."

"I must have fallen asleep. No, no. This is good. I will walk up." I dig in my purse and pull out a $100. "Keep the change. And don't tell anyone where you took me."

He sees the $100 and grins. "Your secret is safe with me."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Walking past the closed gate, I start my stroll up to the apartments. I yawn and stretch putting my hands over my head then I stop and bend over to touch the ground, stretching my legs.
I got a pretty good cat nap in the back of the taxi.
As I see the apartment buildings looming through the trees, I think of Aurei.
Is he home yet? Will I see him today or will I have to wait until Sunday? Can I wait until Sunday? Can he?

The lights of a vehicle at the gate illuminate the pavement and my figure casts a long shadow on the road. As the gate goes up and the vehicle pulls through slowly, I move to the left side concerned I could get run over at 2 AM. The lights brighten then dim politely when the driver see me. The vehicle, however, does not pick up speed. It creeps up on me and stops when it gets even, so I turn to look. The most beautiful man in the world is sitting with his arm out the window of his bad ass, black Raptor smiling at me. My pussy lurches and the butterflies wake and scatter in all directions.
What are the odds? Karma! You're on a roll!

"Hi."

"Hi." I stop and face him.

"Are you good?" He asks concerned.
Damn, he is fine!

"Yes, I'm good."
I'm going to show you just how good I am too.
I smile as I strut over.

He cuts the truck off. "And him?"

"What? Who?" I stop, confused. I have totally forgotten about TD.

"Your not hot date."

"My date? Oh … him." There is still concern on Aurei's face. "Why? Are you worried about your bro?"

"Should I be?"

"Do you think I hurt him?"

He chuckles. "Did you?"

I give him my 'go to hell' look.

He raises his eyebrows. "I feel sorry for him now."

I want to say, "Fuck you!" But I don't really mean it. But I know I normally would, so I turn to walk up the drive, letting my hair swing wildly, trying to figure out exactly what I feel about his puzzling concern.

Aurei cranks the truck and creeps along beside me. "Hey Wright, wait a minute."

I stop staring straight ahead. He stops next to me and cuts off the engine again. I turn on him with my eyes shooting arrows. "Why are
all
men bastards?"

When my eyes fall on his beautiful face, I'm surprised to see real concern in his eyes. He is frowning at me. "Not all men are bastards, Siri."

Fuck!
I stare at him trying to read the concern.
Sweet Zeus! My nipples are hard as rocks right now and it has nothing at all to do with the chill in the air. The very sight of you makes me have fucking fantasies of my … fucking own!
I roll my eyes at my own instant turn on, then stare up at the stars, trying to think clearly.

"Siri."
Oh, Aurelius, the sound of my name rolling off your tongue sounds so sensuous! Even your name gets me going, Aurelius.

He sits there watching me, then he commands me. "Siri, look at me." I can't stop myself. I obey looking into his gorgeous green eyes, then I remember the time before when I tried to figure out what he meant when he said he had been dreaming about me.
What he actually meant didn't matter, the words were beautiful. Same thing here. He was concerned. It doesn't matter about who or what. The concern is what matters.
I smile at him. He smiles back. "Some of us are assholes."

What?
I bust out laughing!
I wasn't expecting that!

He smirks then repeats himself. "Not all men are bastards, Siri. Some of us are assholes."

I chuckle, as I shake my head. "Are you telling me you're an asshole?"

"Affirmative."

I laugh, again out loud. "Present company excluded then." He laughs too. The sound is like music to my ears. My heart melts into a puddle and it runs down to my pussy making me wet.
Damn, he is a fine, fucking feast.
I realize in that moment that
Aurei IS my Fucking Fantasy. I can't question that. There is no doubt.
"So … Aurelius, the asshole … when are you going to take me for a ride in your bad ass, man truck?"

"Right now!" He pats the seat. "Come on!"

I walk around the front in the headlights, and with a habit from Vegas to block the camera flashes, I swing my hair to shield my face. Rounding the side, I swing my hair back and see him leaning over with his hand on the door as it pops open for me. The interior lights bath his sun kissed halo and hand.
My Golden God!
I climb up, wiggling in the seat, getting comfortable. "Where to?"

"I only want a ride to the front door." I cut my feisty eyes at him.

"Trickery of the worse kind." He laughs.

"Something like that."

He turns to look at me and I stare into his face. The cab of the truck is dark again, but the dash lights illuminate his features enough to tell that he is studying me. "So I was right.
You
knew it wasn't a hot date, and
I
knew it wasn't a hot date, but
he
didn't know it wasn't a hot date."

My face falls.
Really? We are going to revisit him?
"Something like that."

His tone changes and it has an edge to it. "Did
he
drop you off at the gate?"

"No. I took a taxi home. Why are you so concerned?"

"I'm trying to figure out if I need to kick his ass for you or not."

Oh! You aren't sure if he hurt me or not.
I smirk. "That won't be necessary."

"Or if I need to help you bury him."

I laugh at that. "That won't be necessary either."

He puts the truck in drive and we move forward, but he only creeps along. "So, where was the hot date that was not?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"No really. Seriously. You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

"Let's just say, it was not only private, but secluded with some … interesting friends."

"And? I know there is more to it than that. You took a taxi home at 2 AM."

"There was. It wasn't actually a cocktail party. It was actually a cock and tail sex party."

"Ah, two very different things."

"Yes. Two very different things."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Positive. I can handle myself."

"I never doubted that for a moment, but that doesn't always mean you come out of it ok."

I stare at him.
That was a very sensitive thing to say.
"I'm ok. Really. He knew I wouldn't have gone if I had known what kind of party it really was." I look out the window. "I'm not an easy piece of tail."

"No. You most certainly are not an easy piece of tail and you aren't that kind of girl either."

"How could you possibly know that about me?" I roll my eyes and throw my head back. "We barely know each other."

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I do."

"Don't ask if you don't
really
want to know."

"Yes, really. I want to know how you think you know that much about me."

"I don't want to get on your wrong side, Siri. I don't want you to call me an asshole then.…"

I laugh at the reminder. "But aren't you an asshole? You said so yourself."

"Well, I've been called that a lot of times. But I want
you
to know, I'm not really an asshole in the true sense of the word. I just speak the truth and it's my unfiltered honesty that gets me called asshole. Which is fine, I don't mind the label, but it has always been followed by a slamming door, which was fine then too. But not with you. I don't want you to call me an asshole and leave in anger. I want you to get to know me without jumping to the wrong conclusion. I want you to get to know me well enough that you decide rationally, not emotionally, about who I really am. I want you to give me … us, a real chance."

Fuck!
I'm floored by his statement. I'm floored by his confession. I'm floored by his honesty. I'm fucking floored that
I almost did exactly that!

"So, don't ask the question, if you don't want an honest answer. You might not like what you hear from me, but you can always believe it."

I twist to face him in the seat putting my leg on it. My dress slides up. My pussy is an inch from the hem. "You know I value honesty. So … let's get one thing straight, Aurelius. I'm not a liar, and I don't tolerate liars in my life. Honesty, even brutal honesty, is better than any flowery, fluffy lie."

He stops the truck so he can turn and face me too. "Let's
do
get this one thing straight. I'm not a liar either and I don't tolerate them either, but I give it to you straight line, not curved." His eyes drop to where my pussy is, hovering on the edge.

"Well!" I huff. He looks back up, and my eyes flash attitude, sassy, feisty, flirty. "I'm glad we got that out in the open. We have asshole defined as answering a question with such brutal honesty that it will cause me to freak enough that I will want to flee, but that I shouldn't because I should value this unique delivery method called straight line, not curved. Is that right? Asshole?"

He looks at me for several moments and I manage to keep a straight face, but then a grin bursts out and I giggle. He grins back, chuckling and turns his attention to the road, creeping the truck forward again. "Siri, from the first time I laid eyes on you, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

"Your honesty is refreshing. And I like that straight line." He smiles that beautiful smile and my heart sings. "Me either. But that doesn't answer the question. How could you possibility know I'm not that kind of girl and not an easy piece of tail? How do you think you know me well enough to know that about me? Aren't you assuming too much here, Asshole?"

He shakes his head. "You've just asked me three questions. Let me answer these before you ask anymore. I don't jump to conclusions. I'm not assuming anything. I know you better than you think I do."

"Ok. Shoot. I'm all ears."

"First answer. I have a buddy coming in for some additional flight training. I was asked to go ahead and rent a place. I stopped by Dogwood Court last Friday checking it out. I saw you coming out of Building A. I watched you walk across the parking lot. I couldn't believe it. There you were." He glances over at me.

My face shows my surprise. I'm stunned at this news. "So, the first time you saw me, wasn't Sunday morning?"

He blinks and hesitates. "No, it wasn't. Back to my answer, I watched you walk across the parking lot. I couldn't take my eyes off you like earlier tonight. You are simply stunning." He gives me his wink and my pussy flip flops and the butterflies shoot straight down.
Damn! That wink is killer.

"I went into the office and asked if there was a vacancy in Building A. Lucy scheduled Mrs. Smith to show me the apartment on Sunday morning. But I asked her about you before I left that day." He wags his finger. "You fly boy. You no good. You leave her alone. She lady. She sweet. She work. She home alone. She good girl. She no party girl. You leave alone."

I can't help but laugh, especially after the cold shoulder she gave him at the elevator.

He laughs too. "That's how I knew you weren't that kind of girl. Lucy told me."

"I can't believe she said that to you. She could have scared you off. She is all about the money."

"Well, I had already paid the nonrefundable deposit before she answered."

"Aurei, I want you to give me … us, a real chance too. I want you to get to know me without jumping to the wrong conclusion about the kind of person I really am."

He looks at me without judgment.

"Lucy isn't 100% right. I am sweet. I do work. I am home alone, but I'm a bad girl and I'm a party girl. My dress is proof of that."

"I'm not finished answering the questions you asked. Listen carefully to me. Here is a classic example of straight line, Siri. Are you ready? Promise you won't get angry and flee?"

I frown distracted from my intended erotic entertainer revelation by his question. "I promise. Give it to me straight line."

"Second answer. When you got into your car that Friday, you bent over the same way you did tonight. Only tonight you meant to flash me, but didn't. Then, you didn't mean to flash me, but did." He grins. "You weren't wearing any underwear." The crinkle is back at his eyes.

"Holy fuck!" I blurt out, shocked then I laugh. "That is straight line, not curved."

"Affirmative."

"Now, I'm really confused. That's an answer to my questions? Most men would think I was
both that
kind of girl
and an easy
piece of tail, just from that view alone not to mention this dress, but you say in all honesty, that you don't?"

"Affirmative. A panty-less pussy doesn't mean you are 'that kind' of girl. It just means you don't wear panties. Which I find extremely appealing, by the way." His eyes fall down to my pussy again.