“Maria, what do you want?”
“You silly.”
“I’ve told you before, we had fun and now?—.”
“You’re having fun with someone else.” She pouts.
“No.” She stalks towards me, and I’m quickly regretting telling her no after all. It had nothing to do with her, but she seemed slightly unhinged right now.
Her hands come across my chest quickly. Moving her arms away from my body while walking her back towards the door, she stops. “Come on, don’t you remember how fun it was between us.”
“Yes, and like all things, Maria, the fun stops.”
“But I don’t want it to stop.”
“I told you before we started it wasn’t—.” Her lips come across my neck, and as sweet as her touch is once again, I move her away from my body. “A long-term thing, it was fun.”
“You seriously can’t tell me that is all it was.”
“That’s all it was.”
“But—.”
“Now, if you don’t mind, Maria, some of us have work to do.” Opening the door wider just in case she didn’t get the hint.
“But I love you.” She wails.
“Goodbye, Maria.” Gently coaxing her out of the room, she stares at me with longing, closing the door, so she can’t barge in here for a second time. I’m impressed by how creative she’s become with her stalking lately, despite getting past security.
I’d had many Marias.
I swore after the disaster my marriage turned into that I’d never have a relationship with a woman again, and I hadn’t. It was just easier to trial them.
I knew it sounded bad, but I wasn’t looking for anything long term. I loved women; I respected women; I just didn’t want one to be the centre of my universe again.
I didn’t want the heartbreak or the headache that came with having a woman.
I was always clear about my intentions, and they’d agree, but then they’d become clingy, and unfortunately that would be the end of our respective fun.
Women always wanted more than I was willing to give, and it was hard to find a woman that didn’t fall in love with the size of my bank account.
Maria was just a reminder of how fucked up my life had become.
So why was I trying to tempt Brooklyn—because I’d never met a woman yet that drove me crazy the way she had.
I hadn’t had her—yet, but I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone, although I wasn’t sure she’d want what I would offer her. I couldn’t offer her what she’d probably be looking for.
Once again, the image of her pops into my mind.
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get any work done with her body running through my mind.
The way she had moaned my name at her release had my cock throbbing.
Damn her!
Why couldn’t she just be like all the other women in my life and show me how badly she needed me but I knew that was part of the attraction because she didn’t need me but I knew she wanted me, probably not to the extent that I wanted her because every dark little thought I’d had she’d played a starring role.
Brooklyn was off limits.
