He pinched her already hardened nipples firmly, firmly enough that it was just pleasurable, but painful too. His lips still hovered over hers.
“Don’t stop,” she heard herself begging.
He smiled at her broadly while his eyes laughed at her, but she didn’t really care. She was so turned on by him. She just needed him to kiss her, to touch her, whatever he wanted to do.
“When did you last have sex?” he asked bluntly.
“My ex-boyfriend,” she started.
“When? Not who.” He took a small step back and removed his hands making her feel as though she was taking part in some kind of quiz show and she had clearly answered incorrectly.
“Sorry, about nine months ago,” she replied, unsure why she’d apologised to him.
“Really? You haven’t managed to work your way through the accountants at work or the strippers and doormen in clubs?” He was back to ‘disapproving, annoyed by her again’ Jon.
“No. You really do have the wrong idea about me,” she protested as the lift came to a stop. They passed a young couple entering the lift as they left.
“Really?” His tone suggested that he was about to dispute her protests and if she was honest with herself she couldn’t blame him, not after her getting so drunk she must have passed out theprevious night and then there was her behaviour in the lift when he’d brought her home, but the truth was she wasn’t slutty or easy, never had been. She liked a drink, although the previous night had been in the extreme, and she liked to dance and have fun.
“Yes,” she insisted, more desperate than ever for him not to entirely mistrust what she was saying, even if he didn’t completely believe her words.
“So I couldn’t have had my hands in your knickers in that lift?” He waited for an answer now.
“Maybe,” she replied fairly honestly, there was no point in her being anything but truthful as they both knew he could have. “But I am not a slut and I do not just randomly shag strange men.” She felt annoyed with him, him and his incorrect judgements about her, judgements he had no real right to hold.
“I see, so what? I’m different, is that it?” he asked sceptically.
She now felt stupid and embarrassed again, but more than that she was furious, with herself and him.
“I don’t know, maybe, or maybe I am just reverting to type; crazy, controlling, sadistic, egocentric screw ups. Maybe that’s it, but don’t worry because after next Saturday we won’t ever have to see each other again and how I dress or how much I drink will be of no concern to you. Neither will who I do have sex with, or where or how frequently.” She headed towards the door to the front of the apartment block and out onto the road.
Steph didn’t know or care where she was or how ridiculous she looked in his clothes, an oversized t-shirt and rolled up, baggy track bottoms and high heels, but she strutted between the new apartment development and headed in the direction she believed the main road would be. She turned down a small alleyway and found a busy route where she hailed a cab and went home feeling absolutely ridiculous. She had been stupid the night before by being so out of it that anything could havehappened to her. Jon had been right about that at least, and then this morning in the lift, well that was horniness rather than stupidity. She definitely needed to get laid and fast before she ended up shagging someone like Jon whatever his name was in a lift or anywhere else.
Steph had enjoyedseveral days of doing very little and was looking forward to a spa day with Lindsay on Friday and was relieved to have avoided all contact with Jon, although she thought he may have contacted Charlie as he had called her a couple of times with very vague excuses relating to work which was odd as she usually had very little professional contact with Charlie.
She had told Lindsay that Jon had got her home safely and as her friend raved about how great he was, she made all of the right noises, ignoring her screaming libido that suggested he would be a fantastic lay if nothing else.
Lindsay was fussing around her as Steph threw on her strappy wedges with her ethnic print maxi dress, ready for their spa day. Steph was glad that it would just be the two of them and maybe she could use the time to get the low down on Jon. She had decided that at Lindsay’s wedding she would be the perfect lady and make him rethink his original opinion of her, whether he wanted to or not.
It was as they were lying face down on parallel massage tables that Lindsay asked, “What happened with you and Jon the other night? He called Charlie on Sunday and was most confused by you.”
Steph was glad that her face could not be seen as it was contorted with embarrassment and anger now. How dare he. He was confused, well what the hell did that make her?
“I was drunk and couldn’t tell him my address so he took me back to his, but nothing happened and the following morning he was a complete dick and made me feel like shit. So I told him where to get off and I went home, but that was after he had told me several times at the club that I was easy, a sure thing, slutty, take your pick.” Steph thought that more or less summed it up.
“Oh dear,” said Lindsay.
“Oh dear! Is that it? He is unhinged Linds, a complete bloody nutter.”
“That seems a little harsh,” said Lindsay. “Jon is complicated, but lovely.”
“Lovely? That word didn’t enter my head. Does he have a girlfriend?”
“No,” replied Lindsay.
“Yeah, well, having been on the receiving end of him in all his glory I can see why. And presumably no wife,” said Steph thinking aloud.
Lindsay hesitated which was enough for Steph to continue.
