She said he was just a friend. I’d rolled my eyes, sure, because we all wore ‘fuck me’ heels to meet a friend, but I didn’t pry. She would tell me when she was ready. Maybe she wanted to keep him a secret.
I had a secret of my own, but not one I’d ever share with Kate.
I had spent the last few hours locked in my room, fantasising about the hot daddy across the hall. His body, voice and scent had been placed as a permanent fixture in my mind.
I was driving myself crazy thinking of how delicious it would be to have his naked body against mine; my body was shaking at the thought of the many positions I had imagined he’d put me in.
Jumping out of bed, I put my silk shorts and vest on and silently walked down the stairs.
It seemed like a safe time to grab a drink; after all, it was dark outside.
Dean was in his 40s. Men of his age went to bed early, didn’t they? So I knew there was no chance of running into him, not at this hour anyway.
Padding my way across the kitchen, I feel the shudder as the cold tiles connect with my bare feet, switching the kettle on, putting a tea bag in the mug. I hum a familiar tune while shaking my hips to the song I hum out loud.
“I thought I was the only one up,” I scream and crash into the side. The mug topples. He rushes over, catching the mug before it smashes to the ground.
My heart is still racing from the sudden fright his voice has given me.
He seems amused as he looks at me. “Can’t sleep?”
“Uh, no.”
Pushing his body against mine once again, I feel his searing heat travel to the place between my legs. I hold in a gasp as he reaches across my body to grab a mug. “Me neither.” He whispers in my ear.
The contact of his body causes shivers to rise from my very core, I could instantly feel the dampness between my legs and my nipples beaded hard beneath my thin silk vest, turning to grab the kettle his eyes slide down my body, a small smirk appears at the side of his lips, “what?”
My hand reaches for the kettle, but instead he catches my hand in his, pushing me back against the counter. “What do you want?” His glazed-over eyes wrap across my body, settling on my hardened nipples.
“I want nothing.”
“Really…I can see I turn you on, Brooklyn, but I can promise you I’m not what you want…the things I’d do to you would be—too dark for an innocent thing like you.”
Holy shit.
“Maybe your perception of me, Mr Walker, is—W—wrong.” I stutter out a response.
The way my words came out, I no longer felt confident, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about all the dark and delicious things he’d promised I couldn’t handle.
“Be a good girl now, go to bed.” he whispered.
Slowly stepping back, creating distance between us, I could finally breathe.
Every time he stood close to me, it felt like I held my breath and just got lost in his dominant aura, the aura that seemed to overpower me, or maybe that was just him.
With each step, my bravery intensified. My hands pushed against his bare firm chest. I almost lost my bottle as his masculine, earthy scent swarmed my senses once more. “goodnight Mr Walker.”
I don’t wait for a response as I turn and walk away from the temptation standing in the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away.
Before I slip out of sight, I turn my head, leaving him with a slip of a smirk before I duck out of sight.
I swear I hear a groan erupt from his throat, but I keep walking so I can’t be sure.
Walking up the stairs I enter my room closing the door I sigh as I slump down onto the bed, with my hands in my head my thoughts are racing, I’d thought I could avoid him when Kate had left but all I’d done was make my desire for him grow.
Shit.
Seeing him half naked with only a pair of tight grey jogging bottoms and when he pressed his hot body against mine had my mind going to places, it shouldn’t.
