by Nicole Casey
Driving to the club, I had a fast country song playing on the radio and I was singing loudly, the top of my jeep down, and the wind whipping through my hair. It was finally warm enough to have the top down and it was the perfect weather outside with birds singing in the background. I felt like a woman that was stuck in a romantic comedy and excited for my day.
The only difference was, I still wasn’t sure that Trevor knew exactly how I felt about him, but I had no doubt that my feelings for him were strong. I hadn’t felt this way since Josh and honestly, I was questioning whether I really loved Josh, because the feelings that caught my breath when I was around Trevor, was that much more superior.
I was lusting after him, or at least that was my thought. When I would see Trevor, I would sometimes feel my whole body tingling, from my toes to my pussy, and up to my chest. I wanted to feel him under me, as I rocked my hips harder against his. I wanted to taste him as every careless thought was released.
It was a fantasy that continued to play through me and I wasn’t used to that. I was the woman that had never been sexually active, so I didn’t know what that would even feel like. Yet, when I was with Trevor, it was just natural. Me wanting to finally let loose and have a man whisk me to his bedroom, or right there on the floor, while he deflowered me, seriously plagued my mind. I wanted this and every time I saw him, I wanted it even more. So, I was a little fearful of being with him…alone…in his bar…while all these dangerous feelings played out.
I pulled into the alley of his club and parked next to an Aston Martin. “Oh my God…” I breathlessly released from my lips. I wanted to have sex with a billionaire. That was what it boiled down to. I slowly got out of my jeep and glanced once more at this beauty. I shook my head, mainly in shock that I was definitely living some fantasy world.
I walked up to the back door and knocked. After a few minutes of not getting the door open, I rang the bell on the side. I waited and this time I heard the back door being unlocked and then he opened it. Trevor welcomed me with a huge grin on his lips.
“Hello, Jasmine.” He stepped back and allowed me to enter.
“Hello!” I smiled and tried to calm my racing heart.
“Put your purse in my office and I thought we could set up out in the bar area. There will be more room to move around.”
“Great!” I said. I went to his office and put my purse on his desk. I walked out of the office and went to the bar, where I found several banners, posters, papers, and markers, sprawled all over the place.
He thought of everything.
“I hope this will all do,” he said.
I nodded. “I’m impressed,” I said.
He snickered. “Thank you!” He then motioned for me to grab a seat. “I thought I could make us supper first. What do you want to drink?” he asked.
I thought about it, then shrugged. “I feel bad wasting your drinks, so maybe water?”
He tilted his head. “I think I can afford a couple of drinks. I’m not that bad off, am I?”
I snickered. “Okay, fine. I’ll just take a beer.”
“A woman after my own heart,” he said. He laughed, then turned to the refrigerator.
I wondered if he knew how that simple statement seemed to make me feel. He grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and then walked one over to me. I grabbed it from him and he tapped it and then smiled.
“Cheers!” he said.
“Cheers,” I whispered.
“I’ll be back. Supper will take just a few minutes to make.”
I frowned. “Making TV dinners?” I asked, laughing slightly.
He shot me a look, then laughed. “Please…this constitutes more thought than TV dinners.” He tossed his head back and went through the kitchen doors. I still wondered what it possibly could be, but I didn’t have to wonder for long.
He was right about it taking a few minutes. He was back out there and he was carrying two plates and they were covered. He placed one down in front of me, then sat across from me. “Bon Appetit,” he said.
I lifted the cover off and then started laughing. His gourmet dish was grilled cheese sandwiches. I looked up at him and I chuckled. “A man after my own heart.”
He laughed. “I hope you enjoy!”
I looked at the sandwich and grabbed one side of it, then took a bite. I pondered on it and then nodded. “Hmm…not bad!”
His jaw dropped. “Not bad?”
I laughed, because I could tell he appeared a little hurt. “It’s been a while since I had this delicacy and I have to admit that this might be the best darn grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever tasted.”
He nodded. “That’s a better review.”
We laughed as we went on to drinking our beers and enjoying the sandwiches, also falling into a little bit of conversation. The conversation we hadn’t had ever. I was getting to know the real Trevor Wild and it felt good.
***
When we finished eating, we got started making fliers and bulletins, but the conversation never died down.
“What do you like to do for fun, Jasmine?” he asked me, really looking interested at discovering the answer.
“Well, I enjoy the outdoors, so really anything…camping, swimming, hiking,” I smiled. “Really the list goes on.”
“Oh wow…you’re an adventurous girl.” He said the statement like he was in shock. I looked up from the poster board in front of me.
“You seem surprised,” I said.
He looked up and smirked, then shrugged. “I suppose I am a little, but I like that. Adventure means courage.” He winked at me. “Good quality to have.”
I blushed, but kept my eyes intently on his. “How about you, Trevor? What do you do for fun? Besides run a club, that is?”
He laughed and looked around the bar. “Well, sometimes people wouldn’t think this is a form of fun.” He then looked back at me and I hadn’t torn my eyes away. “Backpacking through Europe,” he replied.
I nodded. “Really? You’ve done that.”
His jaw dropped. “Hasn’t everyone?”
I chuckled. “Um…not on my side of town.” He laughed and continued to talk about it. I really saw a different side of him, too.
“You should really go sometime,” he said. “There was nothing like it.”
I doubted that I would ever have the opportunity, but I smiled and agreed that maybe I would give it a try. “When you’re not backpacking through Europe, what do you do for fun?” I asked.
“I like the outdoors too. Nothing like camping in fall, a fire in front of you, and getting lost in just watching the flames.” He was talking and I nearly forgot where I was as I kept looking at him and found myself getting drifted off into some fantasy land, where we were in front of a fire, cozied up and staring at the flames together. His arms wrapped around me, as nothing else mattered but the two of us. It was a vision that I would love to have played out. “Jasmine…Jasmine?” I finally and reluctantly pulled out of my fantasy.
“Uh…yeah…” I said, blushing as I looked back down at my bulletin board, I went back to writing the information, but his eyes were still on me.
“I thought I lost you,” he said, laughing slightly.
I shook my head, but didn’t look back up. I was getting too involved too fast, and soon this job would end and I would probably never see him again. I had to remain neutral about everything.
We continued working on all the signs, leaving not one empty board left untouched. We had banners, fliers, ads, brochures, and so much more to pass out to the neighbors and anyone else she could think of to share the news.
I had noticed that as we worked, it kept getting darker and darker outside. It wasn’t until we were done working on the signs that I looked at my watch.
“Wow! I’ve been here for six hours. It’s almost midnight.” I stood up, my knees were a little shaky from sitting for so long. “I’ll help you move these to the side and we can start putting them up tomorrow. I can be here earlier than normal, if you
want.” I looked up at him and he nodded.
“That would be fine. Whatever works for you.”
We gathered the stuff and moved it to the backroom. I then went to his office to grab my purse. He had followed me. I looked up at him.
“I had a good time tonight,” I said.
He laughed. “A good time working?”
I shrugged. “It sometimes doesn’t feel like work. I know that probably sounds crazy.”
He assured me that it didn’t sound too crazy and then we walked out to the door of the alley. I turned back around to thank him again, when I noticed that his eyes dropped down to my lips.
“Goodbye!” I said. I backed up, but before I could leave, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
The shock of his lips on mine, caused me to drop my purse. I was caught by surprise, but I didn’t want the kiss to end. I wrapped my arms around him and snaked my fingers through the back of his head, running them tenderly through his hair.
A soft moan escaped as his tongue pressed in between my lips and we stood in his backroom, making out and neither one pulling away. He lifted his hand up my back, slipping it underneath my sweater and holding onto my bare back. I moved in closer to him, colliding my tongue against his and moaning with every turn.
His hand moved up higher, this time touching the clasp of my bra and my shirt rose up higher, and in an instant, I knew where this could go. I could let all my defenses down and have sex with him, something that I had been craving for, but then that would mean that years of holding onto my virginity would be gone. I wanted to lose it to the man I loved, the man that loved me. I couldn’t be certain if I was just another woman Trevor wanted to bang, or if he felt something.
So pushing him away was where my heart led me in that moment. I put my hand to his chest and slowly ended the perfect kiss, the one thing that felt right for so long. He looked at me; there was obvious lust in his expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but I backed up. His hand fell from behind me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I grabbed onto the doorknob and turned away from him, flinging the door open and nearly running from any unanswered questions he had. I ended it and that was all that we needed to know. Tonight was not the night I was going to lose my virginity and I needed to accept that, because I was the one to pull away.
Trevor
I didn’t know what went wrong. One minute we were kissing and I thought for sure she wanted to move it to the next level and the next…she was gone. I went home, wondering what I did wrong and questioning everything. I even wondered if she would be at the club the next day.
The next day she did show up at the club, but it was awkward. We barely made eye contact and the only words we spoke was in greeting. So, I really didn’t know what I could say to her that she would want to hear. So, I just let her be.
We got the bar ready for the upcoming Saturday night, where hopefully I would greet the most guests I had had in many years. While she stayed out in the bar, hanging poster boards, I spent much of my time in my office, just making calls.
I called up each of my friends, making them aware that this was all going down on Saturday, asking them to tell friends and shout it from the rooftops if they needed and was confirmed that they would all do their best.
I went through my list of contacts and made a few more calls, before closing off the list. I looked towards the office door, when I spotted Jasmine.
“So, all the signs are hung. I’m going to go and try to get some of these fliers out there.” She barely looked at me; I couldn’t just make up that uneasiness between us.
“Okay. Great! Thank you so much for your help!”
She nodded. “No problem.”
She left the office and instead of forcing her to talk to me, I let her go. The next day, she showed up again and this time, she brought news.
“I handed out the fliers and everyone really seemed interested about the event on Saturday. This could really be much bigger than we thought.”
“That’s awesome!” I said. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
She blushed and shrugged. “Just doing my job!” She pushed several strands of her hair behind her ear and I once again got that urge to go to her, but I held back.
“There’s something else I wanted to tell you,” she said. “Well, a couple things actually.”
“Okay. Go ahead!”
“I think that once things are back on an even keel, you really should hire a bookkeeper to do all your financing.” She shrugged. “I just wouldn’t want you to get back into the same predicament.”
She had a valid point there.
“Truer words were never spoken. I’ll definitely take that into consideration,” I said. “And what else?”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe my job is done here,” she said. I felt my face turn white.
“I mean, if the Saturday night doesn’t go as you had hoped, then I can come back, but I have a lot of extra things to do at the office and I just really think that I’m probably not needed here now.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” I started. The thought of her not being there on Saturday didn’t sit well with me. It was all because of her that it was even happening. I didn’t want to have to beg, but I really did want her to be there.
“I can’t force you to come, but I really think you should be there.”
She looked nervous, darting her eyes around my office, fidgeting in place and then she looked back at me.
“I don’t know. I just don’t think it’s really necessary.”
I had to ask her if it had anything to do with the other night.
“Jasmine, does this have something to do with the kiss?” I asked. Her face went a deep shade of red and I had figured just as much.
“If it does, then I’m sorry. I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”
She hesitated, before speaking her mind. “It’s not really that. I didn’t feel awkward or anything. In fact…part of the problem is I didn’t exactly hate the kiss.”
“Then, I don’t see the problem,” I said. I knew it was wrong for me to be so happy to hear her say those words.
She looked at me and there was so much distance in her stare.
“I’m working for you. In this moment, you are my boss. I just don’t feel that anything coming of this could be a smart decision.” I moved closer to her, but she backed up. “I just don’t.”
I nodded and stopped trying to approach her. “Alright then. I understand, but don’t let that deter you from seeing what great results come out of your suggestion. I would like you to come.”
After several minutes of considering it. She finally relented. “I’ll be there.”
“Good!” I said.
We didn’t have another conversation the rest of the week. I was going to respect her space and just get through Saturday. Then if she wanted to leave and never look back, then that would be her choice. I had my bar to save and I was that much closer.
Jasmine
Trevor was right. I wanted to see this through. So, when he asked me again to consider going to the bar on Saturday night for the event, I found myself saying yes. It was a good thing I did, because I don’t think anyone anticipated how crazy it would be.
Every employee was scheduled and even then it wasn’t enough. The minute the doors opened for the event to start at seven o’clock, lines were wrapped around the building and I suddenly forgot how distant Trevor and I had been. I looked at him and he laughed, stunned that we were experiencing that rush.
I put on my apron and played waitress, bartender, and even helped out in the kitchen. Whenever orders were up, I was sure to help them out by taking the orders to the various customers. We were collecting money, like we were holding a telethon. I even had several people stop me to tell me what a great place we had. I didn’t bother telling them that I wasn’t a part of Mercury Wild’s success, I just smiled and thanked them.
When I was cleari
ng off one of the tables, I had another gentleman stop me. “This place is great. Where do I sign up to become a member? I have some money stashed away that would be perfect for this place.”
I smiled. “Thank you so much! You can go to the hostess stand and she’ll be glad to assist you.” I pointed him out to the woman and I felt pretty good about everything going the way it was.
After I walked back to the bar and tossed the rag into a bucket, I spotted Trevor. “This is amazing, Jasmine. I just had three more people ask about memberships. I think I should do this once a year. It’s a great place to drum up business.”
I smiled. “I’m glad it’s working out.”
He nodded and took off. I followed him through the bar as he went to table after table, welcoming new and old customers. I wish things were easier between us, but after I pulled away during the kiss, I didn’t suspect anything like that to happen again.
I went back to the bar and made my way to a few of the private rooms, checking on guests and making sure they didn’t need any more drinks, then wandered around the place and just thought about the past few weeks. It was my first job and proved to be one of the best experiences I could have ever hoped for.
I saw a few people waving down waitresses, so I hurried to their table.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Can I get another beer?” The man asked. “In fact, let’s make another round of free beers all around for the customers. My treat.” He handed me his credit card and I gawked at him.
“That’s very generous. Thank you so much!”
I couldn’t wait to tell Trevor. With his credit card in hand, I hurried through the bar, finding Trevor at a table. I had seen the men before and Trevor had often talked to them, so figured that was his friends. He looked up when I approached him. I looked down at the credit card to read the man’s name. “Trevor…Mr. Grayson just offered to buy beers for everyone in the club.”
“Really? That’s great!” Trevor said. For a moment it looked like he wanted to hug me, but kept back. “I’ll get everyone to help me out with tallying up the orders,” I said. I then smiled at the table he was standing next to and hurried off. My heart was still caught every time I saw him. I would have to figure out a cure for that.