“Do you want another?” He gestures towards my empty glass, predictably reading my thoughts.
“Why not?”
Well done, Jordan.So confident, indifferent.
“I’ll be right back.”
He gets up, grabbing our glasses. I tilt my head, following the movement of his backside once again.
Yet I never used to like him – or, rather, I was never interested in him. Maybe because I knew I definitely wasn’t his type at school, and I never thought I’d be his type now. But who cares?
I’m here for one night: nothing more, nothing less. And that’s exactly what he gives women, right? And that’s exactly what I want from him.
Jordan
“I’ve been asking myself all evening whether or not you’re wearing any panties under a dress that tight.” He rolls over, his fingers playing at the hem of my dress, slowly lifting it up. “Oh, Jesus,” he says through gritted teeth. His hands move around to my butt cheeks, his lips wrapping around my earlobe as I lean my head back, giving him everything he wants.
“Now let’s feel how wet you are.”
I open my eyes suddenly, bringing my hands to my chest before it explodes; but as soon as I move, the hammering pain in my temples worsens, making me grab my head instead.
I turn slowly, trying to work out what the hell happened. In the darkness of my room, I realise that, thankfully, I’m in my own bed. The hammering begins to slow down. I slide my hands away from my head and prop myself up on my elbows, trying to drag myself into a sitting position. When I scan the room, looking for signs of how I ended up here, my gaze lands on a figure standing in the doorway.
I don’t cry out, because my breath catches in my throat at the sight of his bare chest.
“Good morning.”
His sleepy smile is even more dangerous than his pantie-melting one.
“I fed the cat.” He steps towards me, his bare feet treading through my carpet, as he carries Caramel in his arms. “It was crying, so…” He strokes her head with his huge hand, and…wait.
Hands. Fingers. Underwear. Fire.
Oh, no.
He puts down the cat, who immediately leaps onto the bed, padding towards me to say good morning.
“Is it a girl or a boy?” he asks, nodding towards her.
A girl, obviously – or she never would’ve wrapped herself around you just for a little attention.
“G-girl.”
I’m stammering.
And I’ve brought a man home.
And we had sex – I think.
At this point, I hope we did.
“I was just about to make some coffee.” He nods at the door behind him.
“It’s the machine next to the fridge.”
“Okay. I’ll give you some time to… Well…”
“What?” I ask him, only realising now that I’m completely naked. “Oh, Jesus!” I hurriedly pull the bed sheet around me as he – bastard that he is – laughs heartily.
