Cynda…
Stepping out of the shower I heard Chaos and Joe talking. God, just the thought of him and I was wet, and not from the shower. We had some serious chemistry going on between us. The problem was what to do about it. Michelle would laugh her ass off and tell me to fuck him. Easy for her to say, actually after her night with Flame I guess it was easy for her.
Drying my hair, I contemplated what I’d say to Chaos. Damn, who was I kidding, I wanted him and I’d say his hard-on was proof he wanted me…and that panty-wetting kiss. Holy shit batman, I don’t know how I didn’t fall over when he pulled away. I was a total mush ball. Then watching him perform with all those women tossing their thongs and a few in the audience even flashed their boobs, I wondered what I was thinking. This wasn’t the life I wanted. My mother raised me alone, whether or not my father really knew about us. He still toured all the time. How could you have a family like that?
I shook my head trying to make the memories go away—thinking about any of that wouldn’t help me decide what to do now, and I had to decide. Obviously he wanted to fuck me, the constant hard-on proved that. But did he want more? Could I live with what he was able to give? I wanted a family, a stable life, it was the opposite of what I’d have with him.
The tap on the bathroom door startled me, and I dropped my brush. “Cyn, you okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I sounded flustered, and he was probably wondering what I was doing. I giggled. Maybe he thought I was getting myself off. “Be right out.”
“Okay, no rush, just checking on you. I’m going to have a drink. Do you want me to make you one too?”
We were talking through the bathroom door. I started giggling again; it was so domestic.Hi, honey, I’m home can I get you a drink? Oh yeah, I had it bad.
“You sure you’re okay?”
All the giggling gave me hiccups. Oh yeah I was fine, just borderline insane. “Yeah fine.I’ll have what you’re having.” The hiccups in between the words kept me laughing and now my sides were hurting. He must be thinking I’ve lost my mind, not that I’d blame him.
Holding my breath I counted to ten and slowly let it out. Thank God they were gone. I packed up the rest of my shower stuff and put on one of the sexy nighties Michelle talked me into, but then covered it up with my fluffy white robe. Rolling my eyes at the image in the mirror I shrugged. Talk about sending mixed messages.
Looking at my reflection, I wondered what he saw when he looked at me. The blue streaks were still bright in my brown hair and the stylist trimmed and layered my bangs so they weren’t hanging over my eyes. With no make-up I looked pale especially with the black frames of my glasses. He could have his pick of any of the hot groupies, so why was he here with me?
My inner sex fiend, growled. She wanted Chaos and now. Michelle would agree with her and kick my butt. Time to pull up my big girl panties and go for it. I took a deep breath.Okay, here goes nothing. It’s crazyreally, I was so sure of myself in every other part of my life but with this man, I was like mush. Good thing my inner sex fiend wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Pulling open the door, I stepped out and almost slammed right into his chest. He was leaning against the wall across from the door with a drink in each hand.
“Oh damn, sorry.”
“No problem. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, just had the giggles and no, I can’t explain.”
“Here’s your drink, I don’t know if you like scotch and soda but it’s what I’m having. There’s nothing like Johnny Walker Black.”
“I’ve never had it,” I said and taking the glass and swallowing a large gulp. Shit. It burned all the way down. Coughing, I almost dropped everything I was holding. He took the glass from me and pounded me on the back. Great, Cyn, way to be a turn on.
“I was going to tell you it’s strong, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
“Yeah, I see that. But umm…it’s good.”
He laughed. “Fuck. I’m not believing that. Want me to make you something else?”
“No, really it’s good. I’ll just drink it slower.”
“Okay. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
Nodding, I took my drink back and put it on the table. While he was in the shower, I put all my stuff back in the drawers in his room and sat at the table to wait for him. I was going to take off the robe but I chickened out at the last minute. I wanted to make sure he still wanted me before I threw myself at him.
The shower turned off, and my stomach knotted and my palms got sweaty. I took a drink of the scotch hoping it’d help calm my nerves. It’s not like I was a virgin, so why was I so nervous? Maybe because he was everything I’d always avoided.Duh.
I heard the bathroom door open and took another drink before I looked his way. He stepped out of a cloud of steam as the door opened all the way. I stared at his naked feet and moved up his legs breathing a sigh of relief he wasn’t completely naked, but when I got to his waist he might as wellhave been. The towel he’d wrapped around his waist didn’t hide a damn thing. His chest was bare and covered with tattoos, but all I could focus on was how it glistened with the water dripping from his long black hair. The thought of dragging my tongue along his chest made me lick my lips.
“Like what you see?”
It was the scotch making me so hot, right? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. “Not bad,” I replied, but I sounded breathless even to myself, so much for coming off cool and sophisticated.
He was in front of me before I could say anything else. He lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. He looked so freakin’ sexy I had to have him, I needed to touch him all over and feel his hands on me.
