"It's nothing, really. Do you dance Ms. Isles?" She asks, as she takes the glass from my hand and sets both her and mine on a small table next to her.
I'm taken back by her abrupt change of subject.
"No, not much why?" I ask.
"Fredrick neitzsche said we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. Let's not let this day be lost Ms. Isles." She says, holding out her hand waiting for me to take it. Her smile is so innocent it should belong to a girl scout. I nod, and place my hand in hers.
She leads me to an open area. "But there's no music." I say. She smiles, pulls out her phone, and in an instant there's music playing.
She pulls me towards her, I wrap my arms around her neck to keep my balance, her hands move to both sides of my waist, we start to dance, a slow sway back and fourth. My body starts to react being this close to her. I feel hot, anxious...and aroused. I pull back to keep some distance between us.
"What song is this?" I ask, trying to clear my mind.
"It's called silhouette, by aquilo."
"I like it." I say.
Before I know what's going on she pulls me toward her as she did earlier, but this time, she presses her lips against mine. I wrap my arms tighter around her neck, my body demanding to be closer to her. Before long my mouth opens allowing her inside. Her hands make their way underneath the back of my shirt. I feel lightheaded, tingles running up my spine, as her fingers trace circles on my lower back.
All to abruptly she pulls away. "Haley." She whispers in my ear. I look up at her. She leans down and rest her head on mine. "You need to go, because if you stay here another minute, I am going to be trouble for you." she says, her tone dangerously low. I nod, unable to force any words out of my tight throat.
I walk towards the elevator, as I feel the tears start to form in my eyes, and I try to fight them back. I look back and Jessica is no where in sight, and for a moment I feel as if she's been toying with me this whole time, but then I think maybe she knows I'm not a lesbian. It's when I make it down to the parking garage that I remember I didn't drive myself here. I pull out my phone to call a cab when an SVU pulls up and a guy gets out, and walks towards me.
"I was instructed to drive you home Ms. Isles." He said, as he got near.
I just nod, and walk with him towards the car. As he drives me home all I think about is her, and the tears I held back stream down my face, and I don't understand why.
Chapter 4
The next several days I try to contact her with no response. Each time I call it goes straight to voice mail, if my text are going through she must be ignoring them. I want to apologize for my actions. I want to let her know I don't hold any ill feelings towards her now.
To my surprise three days later I get a phone call from a Melody Spencer with a job offer at Roven enterprise. A huge part of me wants to decline after everything that's happened, but I really need a job.
The next morning I find myself standing in the lobby of the first floor of Roven enterprise, lost on where to go. I should have asked for more information in that phone call.
After giving my name to the receptionist at the front desk, she sends me to the third floor, where theres an activity of people, papers, and desk. I stand frozen for several seconds.
"You must be Haley?"
I turn in the direction the question was asked. And find the woman I had seen with Jessica in the lobby the day of my interview.
"...Yes." I manage to get out.
"I'm Melody Spencer, follow me." She says.
She leads me to a small cubicle. Smaller then my bathroom at home, I shouldn't have expected anything more.
"I was told you should know what to do." She says. Her irritation showing, and wonder what she knows about me.
"Yes." I say again.
She walks off, and I sit at the desk. I should feel ecstatic that I finally have a job, but I don't.
I sit quietly for the next few hours mindlessly plugging numbers into the general ledger, as the activity around me continues.
I go on search for the break room when I need coffee, hoping they have one. When I find it the door closes and it's finally quiet with only one woman in here.
I find the coffee pot and cups, and let out a sigh when I take my first sip.
"You must be Haley isles?" The lady in the room asks.
I turn to look at her. "Yes, that's me." I say, and smile.
"I'm Heather. I work in the cubical next to you."
I sit next to her, hoping maybe I'll have a friend.
"Is it always so busy around here?" I ask.
"Actually no." She smiles. "The big boss is coming down today."
"The big boss?" I ask.
"Ms. Roven. Which has everyone on a fringe today. I've worked here six months, and I've never seen her before."
My heart rate increases. "Why is she coming?" I ask.
"Melody didn't say."
Great. I feel a migraine coming on. I start to rub my temples, just as the door to the break room opens. my breath hitches when Jessica Roven walks through the door.
"Can I have a moment alone with Ms. Isles?" She asks, looking directly at Heather.
Heather doesn't reply as she stands from her chair walks to the door. A huge part of me wants to ask her to stay, but she walks out the door before I can say anything.
Jessica shuts the door behind her. When I get my first look at her after she turns towards me I realize the woman standing here isn't the same Jessica Roven I saw the other night. She looks unsure and that worries me.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
"No"
"What's wrong?"
"I want you Haley isles. I've wanted you since the day you walked into my office, I took one look at you and realized I was fucked."
Her eyes have a frantic hunger in them. And I gulp.
"You don't know how many times I've tried to talk myself out of doing this, and that's just today."
"Doing what?" I ask.
She walks towards me, and before I can process it, her warm hands cup my face and brings my mouth to hers. This is far more intense then the last time we kissed. Her tongue circles the inside of mine almost desperately.
She stops kissing me for a moment, and her hands slid from my face down the length of my neck. I look up into her eyes, and realize I want this too. And it frightens me more then I ever thought possible.
Before I can say all the things I need to say she pulls away from me.
"I have to get back to work Ms. Isles. Dinner tonight, I'll pick you up at 7." She says, as she walks towards the door.
"Are you always so commanding?" I ask.
She walks back to me leans down and places her hands on both sides of my face.
"I'm sorry. I don't usually have to ask for things, and I'm not used to waiting for the answer." she says in a joking tone, but looks serious.
"You should probably work on that." I say.
"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight? I'll make sure it's better then the last time we tried dinner."
"Yes Jessica, I'll have dinner with you." I answer.
She smiles and kisses the skin underneath my ear lobe.
"I've got to go, but I'm going to work on that asking thing, I promise."
A smile spreads across my face. As I watch her walk away.
Chapter 5
The rest of day passes by entirely to slow, I'm excited and nervous for this dinner tonight. And as I'm getting my stuff ready to go home my phone vibrates in my purse. I pull it out and smile when I see Jessicas number and a text, but my smile fades as I read it the text.
Rain check on dinner tonight something has come up.
I'm disappointed, but I shouldn't be. I don't even like women in that way. And that's what I tell myself the whole time I drive myself home, when I'm taking a shower, and heating up spaghetti from the night before. But the more I sit and watch mindless reruns on tv, the more the disappointment sets in. It doesn't take me long to cal
l it a night.
My cell phone wakes me up, I grab it off the table near my bed and answer.
"I have food, and I'm on my way to your place." It's her. And my stomach drops with excitement and nerves.
I take the phone away from my face to look at the time.
"Jessica, it's a little late for dinner." I say, after seeing that it's after midnight.
"Then we won't eat, but I have to see you."
"Ok." I reply.
She hangs up, and I get out of bed. I look down at what I'm wearing and groan. I debate changing out of my tank top and shorts but the light knocking coming from my door stops me.
I walk down the short hall and open the door.
"Hello." I say, and smile.
"I still brought the food up." She says, lifting the bags in her hands.
"Come in."
She comes in and sets the bags on the table while I shut the door.
"That was a quick drive." I say, to alleviate the awkward silence that follows.
"I was already here when I called. Can I kiss you? Note me working on the asking thing." She chuckles, and I think back to her earlier promise and smile.
But she doesn't wait for me to answer. She kisses me softly, nothing like the kiss from earlier.
When she pulls back I remember my earlier chant to myself.
"Jessica we need to talk." I say.
"If this is about me bailing on dinner, it really wasn't my fault."
"No. But since you mentioned it, what happened?"
"My youngest brother, Tommy got into some trouble, and my mother needed my help with him again."
"Does he get into a lot of trouble?" I ask.
"He's an alcoholic. He's always been really messed up, even when we were kids it only got worse after our father left us."I notice the grim expression on her usually happy face.
"I shouldn't say our father because his seed may have produced us, but he was never our father."
She is staring into space now. The way she is saying all this to me makes me feel as if she hasn't shared this with anyone for a long time.
I watch her expression go from mad to normal in just a few seconds, like she never said anything. And her eyes land on me again.
"What was it you really wanted to talk to me about?"
Now that's she's told me all that I don't want to have this conversation with her, but know that I need to.
"I'm not sure I can do whatever this is with you. I've never been with a woman before, and I don't even like women in that way." I blurt out. I feel my face heat with embarrassment.
She looks at me. I swear I see disappointment, and then she smiles at me.
"You can't tell me that." She says.
She places her hand on my shoulders.
"You can't tell me that because if that were true you wouldn't have kissed me back this morning, or the other night. And I want you." She whispers the last part as her lips meet mine.
I've been controlling myself since I let her in, but now with her mouth on mine I let go. I hear myself moan which makes her react faster. She pulls away, moves her hands down and lifts my tank top off. Her eyes are I almost feel relieved that I'm not wearing a bra and underwear. Her hands then grip my sides and lower to pull off my shorts. She takes a step back, and I stand in front of her, feeling vulnerable. She just continues to look at me for several seconds, her gaze traveling from my head to my toes. She takes a step forward and kisses me firmly on the lips. She slides her hands down and cups my breast, massaging them. She kissed me again, and I clench the muscles between my legs with a need to satisfy myself.
"Where's your bedroom?" She asks.
I have to catch my breath before I can answer.
"Down the hall."
She grabs my hand and leads me in that direction. Thankfully my bedroom is clean.
She steps in first, and I'm suddenly really nervous about this whole thing. She sits on my bed and waits for me. I take a deep breath and move to sit beside her, but her hand on my wrist stops me.
"Here," she commands, gesturing to the space in front of her.
My body begins to tingle all over and I move to where she's told me to. Her fingers slowly trail up the back of my thighs.
"Beautiful." she whispers as her fingers find their way between my thighs, and slip inside of me.
I gasp, throwing my head back. my stomach tightens, she begins going faster, and I can barely catch my breath. I give in completely as I feel myself building to a climax. In one quick motion she pulls out, grabs my hips and flips me over onto my back on the bed and kneels above me.
She just stares at me for several seconds, like there is nothing else in the world she wants more than to have me.
I run my hands over her still fully clothed chest, and feel her heart that is beating uncontrollably fast.
"Why is your heart racing?" I ask.
"You're not the only one who's trying something new." She whispers.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused.
She slowly shakes her head and nips at my throat. Then she reaches down and slips her finger inside me again. She moves out of me and replaces it with two fingers the next time, pushing them into me slowly and as deep as they'd go. I gasp. She keeps the slow tempo as I start to lose control, moving my hips to meet her hand. She pulls her fingers out of me suddenly again.
I groan with frustration. She lightly kisses my neck, and continues down. Kissing down to my stomach, and back up to my breast.
My breathing becoming erratic. She moves down again, and I gasp when I feel her mouth on my clit. It's the most amazing sensation of my life. I could have never imagined how good her mouth pressing against me would feel. Her tongue brushes across my clit in slow but firm strokes. When she moans it vibrates through my core, and I let out a sound I don't ever recognize. Her tongue continues to lap over me. I can feel the brink of my orgasm. She sucks on my clit one last time and I come apart calling her name.
She lays next to me as I catch my breath. Now that it's all over with I feel shameful. No woman has touched me like that. Ever. And I'm shocked at how I responded with so much desire. And it scares me.
I look over at her, she's laying on her back staring at the ceiling.
"What about you?" I ask, because I don't know what else to say.
"This isn't about me Haley, it's about you."
I just stay silent, as I watch her. Every part of me wants to figure out this enigma laying on this bed with me. She's young, but her house is decorated with the taste of someone older. She's straightforward, but sometimes it seems like she wants to say something but doesn't.
She moves to face me.
"Penny for you thoughts Ms. Isles." She says, her eyes squinting at me
"Tell me more about your father."
"I'm not so keen on discussing him." After she says this her lips are tight, pressed together, all humor wiped from her face.
"What now?" I ask.
"What do you mean?"
"Was this a one night stand?"
"No Haley." She says.
"You don't date remember? And I don't do friends with benefits."
"Move in with me."
"What?! No we barely even know each other." I say, shocked she even mentioned it.
Her expression is humorous as she says, "come to dinner with me on Sunday. You'll learn just about everything about me, even down to what kind of toothpaste I use."
"I've learned dinner doesn't work for us." I tease.
"We'll make it work. I promise."
"Ok." I say.
It's to quiet after that, and my eyes become heavy. They close without command. I feel her lips on my forehead and hear her whisper, "Goodnight Ms. Isles."
Chapter 6
"Look, Jessica, we don't mean any disrespect, we're really anxious to make this deal happen." I hate guys like this one with degrees that cost more than people's mortgages. They know I'm not one of them, they can sense it, good thing is, I don't give a shit.
"I've taken time out of my schedule to hear a proposal, a legitimate offer, and you bring me this shit of a deal? Bottom line is, we have better options to review," I say before hanging up.
"Always on time, are we?"
I look up from the phone I just hung up.
It's Melody. I was suppose to meet her 15 minutes ago.
"I'd hate to surprise you." I say with a wink.
She rolls her eyes. She'd better not be in a pissed off mood today.
"What is it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
"It's about Haley. You guys have been messing around for what a few months now, and have you told her about…"
"No and I expect it not to come up in conversation," I warn her.
"You should tell her, It's not fair for her to not know," she says solemnly.
"Okay." I say grabbing my jacket. I wanted to make my exit but her questions didn't stop.
"So what makes Haley different?"
"I don't know if she's different."
"Well there is something about her that is causing you to respond to her differently than you have others."
I don't say anything because I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.
"It's okay for you to desire a higher form of intimacy than just sex." She says.
"What are you my shrink!" I say, feeling my jaw flex.
"No, but maybe you should find one." She says in a singsong voice that annoys me.
"My patiences is running out, Melody. I warn her, walking towards the door.
I didn't stay to hear her reply.
But Melody is right I need to tell Haley the lifestyle I prefer. I'm not afraid of much, but the thought of Haley finding that out, of her looking at me differently scares the shit out of me.
She's waiting for me at my apartment when I get there. I've been trying to get her to stay at my apartment the past few months but she always puts up a fight, but I love these days when she is here when I get home.
She smiles at me as I get closer to her, a smile I could see every day. I need to get a fucking grip.
She helps me take off my coat and puts it in the closet. I flop on my couch and a second later she sits next to me.
I look at her and think about this moment, I could have this all the time.
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