“Sure, just give me five to finish getting ready, I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?” Her eyes linger for a second on my cock, and I can’t stop myself from adding, “Unless you want me to drop this towel and give you the best fuck of your life instead?”
Lena’s eyes fly open in surprise as she quickly looks at me to see how serious I’m being, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look… god… sorry,” she stammers. “I’ll let you finish getting ready,” she says, rushing off downstairs before I can let her know I wasn’t kidding. Not one bit.
Maybe a less direct approach might be necessary if blunt honesty has scared her off.
“Ready?” I ask as I get downstairs to find Lena perched awkwardly on the couch, waiting.
“As I’ll ever be,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Do you think people will judge me, you know, because I worked for theenemy,” she asks, anxiously tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Some might,” I reply honestly, not wanting to lie to her. “But fuck ‘em. You’re with me, and if I say you’re good, that’s all that matters. No one will say or do anything to you. For the most part, people will understand that it was just a job.”
“God no,” she says with a shudder. “Trust me, I’d have left there a long time ago if I had any other options.”
I nod, satisfied that she’s telling the truth. “Come on then, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and I could definitely use a drink.”
She nods, giving me a smile as she follows me outside. My place is next door to the clubhouse, so we walk. As we reach the front, some prospects are standing outside and they check her out with naked curiosity. She seems nervous, so without thinking, I take her hand. I’m not sure whether I do this because I want to comfort her or to show the guys she’s off limits, perhaps both. She seems surprised, but she doesn’t pull away. I nod to them as we walk past, thankfully, they keep their thoughts to themselves.
The clubhouse is busy already, and many of the members greet us as we enter. By now, I’m sure that everyone knows that an ex-Iron Vultures employee is staying with me, but everyone is polite and friendly toward Lena, for which I’m grateful. Slowly, she starts to relax. By the time our food arrives, she seems the most at ease she’s been since she got here.
The conversation flows easily between us, and my focus is solely on her. Whenever someone comes over to say hello, I feel irritated by the interruption. I don’t think I hide it well since most people catch on and leave quickly. My attraction to Lena only grows throughout the evening as I realize that not onlyis she a stone-cold hottie, but she’s also smart and funny—the total package. I don’t think I’m kidding myself to say that the conversation is flirtatious either.
“Those onion rings look good,” she says, eyeing my plate.
“Try one,” I reply, pushing my plate closer to her.
She leans over to pluck one from my plate, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage. She catches me looking and grins, “Guess I’m not the only one with wandering eyes,” she quips with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I shrug and smile back at her. “I’m just a man, and therefore helpless in the face of such beauty.”
Her cheeks flush, something I’m starting to love about her, as well as the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose that she tries and fails to hide. She doesn’t shy away from me now. Instead, she looks me in the eye as she takes a bite, moaning at the taste in a way that makes my cock twitch in my pants.
“That’s a damn good onion ring,” she says.
I’m about to comment on kissing and the taste of onions, hinting about us hooking up, when I hear a familiar voice behind me, the last person I wanted to see tonight.
“Rex, who’s your little friend?”
“Mary Beth,” I say, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice as I look up at her. As usual, she’s scantily dressed, showing off her flat stomach and skinny legs. “This is Lena, a new friend.”
I don’t elaborate on the situation. I know Mary Beth is fully aware of who Lena is and that she’s staying with me. We hooked up with Mary Beth a couple of times. I know she was hoping to be my old lady, but honestly, I regret sleeping withher. She’s vain, vindictive, and jealous, and just not right for me at all.
“Oh yes, the Iron Vultures club girl that’s staying with you. I wonder what the others will have to say about that little development when they get back,” she says pointedly.
“Luckily, that’s not your concern. Now, if you don’t mind, we’re eating,” I say, dismissing her.
I’m sure it’s not lost on Lena that even though she’s been the subject of conversation, Mary Beth hasn’t acknowledged or even looked at her once.
Mary Beth scowls at me but knows better than to push her luck. “Enjoy. It was nice to meet you, Lena,” she adds disingenuously before sashaying off.
“She seems…” Lena starts, looking at Mary Beth with a furrowed brow.
“Like a total bitch?” I offer.
Lena snort-laughs and smiles. “You said it, not me,” she says, breaking the tension, and we resume our conversation.
As the clubhouse gets noisier, I move next to Lena to hear each other better. I’m acutely aware of her closeness as her bare arm and thigh brush against me as we talk. She smells of vanilla, and I get the occasional waft of coconut shampoo as she flicks her hair back. I want to run my hands through her hair, to pull it gently and lick the base of her throat, to taste her. Though I know that the attraction between us is mutual, I have to remind myself of everything she’s been through to stop myself from acting on my thoughts. If anything is going to happen between us tonight, she needs to instigate it.
I’m pleasantly surprised when, emboldened by the drinks she’s had, Lena suggests we go back to my place. It’s clear from her tone that she doesn’t mean to sleep. I don’t hesitate to agree.
