Page 23 of Heartbreaker

Tinkerbell: Stop teasing and let me meet you then? Or at least send me a picture.

This is getting trickier and trickier. Part of me wants to be pissed but we have made no promises to each other. I think for a sec then take a quick picture of the abdominal V that runs from my hips down. I once heard it called the thing that makes women’s underwear fall off. I laughed at the time but at this point I am willing to try anything. I send the pic and wait. Immediately the dots start.

Tinkerbell: I think my clothes just melted off;)

I laugh and grin.

Jackson: Better than a tattoo?

Tinkerbell: Maybe, I’d have to take a closer look;)

Now she wants my body—that’s a start, even if she doesn’t know it’s me. I check my watch and realise time is ticking.

Jackson: I need to work, talk later.

Tinkerbell: Tease. Now my date later will be ruined.

What the fuck does that mean?

Jackson: What does that mean?

Tinkerbell: I’m going on another date with Mr I Might Be Gay? He is taking me to a boring restaurant, where he will probably order risotto because it’s safer than Spaghetti Bolognaise and now I’ll be thinking about your sexy V thing.

Boring! Fucking boring! I pace the living room. She said she loved Italian! And what is wrong with risotto? I like risotto. Shoving my hand through my hair I read the text again. And what the fuck do I have to do to convince her I’m not fucking gay apart from pounding my cock into her until she screams my name. Yeah that sounds like a good plan. I’ll show her fucking boring. This will be a date she never forgets.

I text her back.

Jackson: Maybe he will surprise you. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch, or maybe he isn’t that into you?

Ha! Take that Tink.

I wait and watch the dots appear and then disappear, she has no idea what to say. I toss the phone and shove my earbuds in a little too roughly. I need to burn off some of this frustration or I’ll end up just dragging her to the bathroom and fucking her until she screams my name as she comes.

*~*~*

I arrive at Tinkerbell’s house just before eight. I have forgone flowers and bought her a mug.

I wonder now if it’s too much. Oh well, go big or go home as my mum says. I press the intercom and she quickly responds. “Hi Jackson, I’ll be right down,” she says, and I wait by the door like a stalker.

She’s true to her word and a few moments later the door opens. Once again she knocks me off my feet with her sheer beauty. I rein in my lust and hammering heart leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“You look absolutely stunning,” I say. The little black dress is fitted to her heavenly body and the short length shows off her gorgeous toned legs. The heels are strappy and dainty, and those fuckers are definitely staying on if I get to fuck her later.

“Thanks,” she murmurs and dips her head.

I thrust out my hand with my gift. “Here I bought you this.” She frowns and takes it and I watch as she opens it.

She reads it and her face splits into a big grin. “Real men have scars not tattoos.” She looks me up and down slowly and then leans in and I’m surrounded by her scent, it fogs my brain and my dick jumps up and down in excitement. “So, where are your scars, Jackson?” she whispers.

I grab her hips and pull her towards me so that she feels what she is doing to me.

“On my heart baby. A sexy woman I can’t stop thinking about thought I was gay and I’m scarred from it.”

She cracks up laughing as I hoped she would. She steps back, and I let her go. “It’s your pride that’s scarred not your heart sweet cheeks.”

I laugh and nod. “Maybe, gorgeous, maybe,” I say as we walk to the car and I open the door for her.

The drive to the restaurant is easy and relaxed, we chat about our day, I tell her about Jake and Sadie, she tells me about Taylor and their friendship. We arrive and are directed to a booth in the corner. This is an authentic Italian restaurant, complete with red and white checked tablecloths.