I walk around to stand beside her, grabbing the cup and putting it to my lips. “Thank you.” I take a sip. “If I take a to-go cup,” I lean against the counter, “then I’ll have to return it.”
“What happened with not coming back for a third?” She folds her arms under her tits.
“I guess I need to apologize for that also.”
“I don’t know, considering every single time we’ve had a conversation you’ve said something to get your mouth in trouble.”
“I mean…” I shrug,
“First time I met you…” I hold up my hand, getting her to stop talking and, of course, she doesn’t. “you told me you didn’t want me to suck your dick.”
“I totally take that back, by the way.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. “One thousand percent am I okay with you sucking my dick,” I take another sip of the coffee, “at any time. You want to drop to your knees right now,” I put the cup down, “I won’t say no.”
“That’s not going to happen,” she declares, putting her cup in the sink and then grabbing my cup.
“I’m not done with that,” I say, and she pours out the rest.
“Now you are.” She puts the empty cup in the sink. “Time to go.”
She doesn’t touch me, nor does she make an effort to. I walk to her, and she takes a step back. “No.” She shakes her head. “My hair is done and you’ll probably mess it up.”
I try not to let the rejection get to me. “So no.”
“What if I promise to not touch you?” I ask, putting my hands behind my back. “Then will you kiss me?”
“Is that really necessary?” she asks, and I want to say no and storm out of the house.
“Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow for a road trip, so I will for sure not be showing up at your door.”
“Oh good,” she jokes, and I lunge for her, wrapping my arm around her waist. “See,” she huffs out as she places her hand on my chest, but isn’t pushing me away, “you are going to wrinkle my shirt.” She avoids looking into my eyes.
“Kiss me.” I don’t know if I’m asking her or telling her, but when her eyes look up and I stare into hers, I bend my head and kiss her. At the taste of coffee on her lips, my cock stirs in my pants, and she pushes me away when she feels it. “See?” She points to my cock. “That’s why kissing you isn’t a good idea.”
I laugh as she grabs her purse from the counter. “Now, I’m leaving,” she says. “It automatically locks behind you.”
“I could stay here all day and wait for you,” I suggest to her retreating back.
“Have fun with that.” She doesn’t turn her head to look at me one more time, and I am secretly begging her to do it. I put my hands on my hips as she disappears around the corner toward the front door. I hear it click open and then click shut. The whole time my heart speeds up thinking of her. I don’t think I’ve felt this alive in months. The last couple of months were just a circle, and I felt stuck, but for the first time since I walked out of my house, I feel a sense of excitement.
“She really left me here in her house,” I say to the empty room, walking over to the couch and sitting down to put my shoes on. I think about leaving her a note so she thinks about me when she gets home, but instead I get up and leave. With a huge smile on my face, I make sure her door is shut before walking over to the elevator. Her scent still lingers in the hallway as I press the button.
I take my phone out.
Me:
I left.
I step into the elevator and look down at the phone, seeing if she is going to reply or not.
480-502-7755:
Good, now I don’t have to send security to escort you out.
I laugh at her reply and quickly answer her back.
Me:
Made sure the door is locked.
