5
Alex has kepthimself out of trouble, and aside from seeing him on the flight line, our paths haven’t crossed. I wish I could say that makes me happy, but, truthfully, it’s been one hell of a week.
Besides having to dodge phone calls from Travis — I’m not ready to talk to him yet — anytime someone knocks on my office door my heart races out of control. Everywhere I go, I catch myself looking around in an effort to find him. I swear I’m driving myself crazy thinking every guy I see is him.
The logical voice in my head is saying I have to keep to myself, forget about him, and move on. But every other fiber of my being is craving to be with him.
My mind wanders to the first time he touched me, the first time he kissed me, and the way it felt when he thrust inside me. The memory of his hard cock inside me makes me clench my thighs and throw my head back against my desk chair.
I want it but not like someone needs air. No, I want it like a little girl in an American Girl doll store whose mom won’t buy her the biggest, most extravagant doll and she’s about to throw herself on the floor in a massive fit.
That’s me right now.
But I can’t explain why. I don’t love him. Hell, I don’t evenknowhim. But something about him makes me want more—more fun, more dancing, more being myself with no worries in the world.
That’s what I want.
The entire package, and I didn’t realize how bad until he showed me a glimpse of what my lifecouldbe.
Now it’s Friday, and I’ve never wanted to say fuck it to everything so bad and walk away from my entire life. But I can’t. I promised my upcoming years to the Air Force, and I’m stuck.
I need to forget about Alex, about what freedom felt like, and stay focused on my goals to make the best of my career. I can retire at thirty-eight, after doing twenty years in the military. Then I can live my life and be able to afford to do as I wish.
When I walk to my car, I notice Alex’s truck parked next to mine. Instantly my chest aches, my heartbeat accelerates and my insides clench in anticipation.
His windows are tinted, and I can’t see anything inside due to the setting sun reflecting a glare until I get closer. That’s when I see his hat pulled low as he sits in his front seat with his head resting against the back.
For a second I think he’s asleep until I hear his window roll down but he doesn't move or make any notion he’s trying to get my attention.
Instead he says, “I’ll pick you up at eight, be ready,” then starts the truck and pulls out of the spot before I have a chance to say anything in response.
As he pulls away, he glances in my direction. Flashing the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, he leaves me stunned and shaking from excitement of what’s coming tonight.
I know I need to call him and cancel, but no part of me will.
* * *
Havingno clue where he was taking me made it next to impossible to pick out my outfit. I thought I should be cute, not too sexy or flirty, but not seem like I was trying too hard.
I wish I could call Layla and ask her opinion, but then I’d have to explain who I’m going out with and where we’re going. Since I don’t want to do either, I’m totally on my own.
After a while, I decide he’s trying to bring out the real me so I go for an outfit that’s exactly that. Don’t get me wrong, I like to dress in a sexy outfit now and then, but it’s not who I truly am.
I’m a jeans-wearing girl with a white tank-top, my hair either lying straight or pulled up in a ponytail with simple makeup, and my black and pink Chucks. That’s when I feel my best so that’s what I go with.
There’s a knock on my door at eight, and when I open it a smiling Alex greets me.
“Perfect outfit. Make sure you grab a hair tie, just in case you get hot.”
A smirk covers my face as I flash my wrist donning an elastic hair band, ready to pull my hair up whenever I see fit. “Already thought of it. Where are you taking me?”
He starts to walk away, saying, “Dancing, of course, but only a club this time, no rave. Let’s go.”
I quickly grab my purse and keys to lock the door behind me. When I turn around, Alex is there, only inches away, pressing me back into my door. His lips find mine in an unexpected flash of heat but as quickly as it arrived, it’s over and we’re walking to his truck for another night of what’s becoming my favorite pastime.
* * *
Our secret affaircontinues for a few weeks, and the deeper we go, the more I love my double life.
