by JL Davis
“Why are you sorry?” I pant.
“I don’t know really. I guess I expected a knee to the balls or something.”
I die laughing. “Do you really think I’m that much of a bitch?”
“No. I just never thought you’d actually allow me to kiss you. I thought you hated me.”
“I don’t hate you. You just… you get on my nerves. You’re too persistent.”
“I’ve never had to try that hard, so maybe I went too far. I guess. I’m sorry. I have always liked you and you’ve never given me a chance. Why? Is it because I have a son?”
“Not at all. I think a lot of it is your crazy bitch of an ex-wife.” I giggle.
“Well, you’re right about that. She is crazy. I don’t know what I ever saw in her.”
“You have to be happy she gave you an adorable son?”
“That’s the only good thing.”
“Did she give you the black eye?”
“Hell no. Are you gonna give that up already?”
“Not particularly. I’m curious. What if I make a deal with you? Will you tell me then?”
“I don’t know. It depends on the deal.”
“Fair enough. If I go on a date with you, will you tell me?”
“As much as I’d love to go on a date with you, I can’t.” He frowns.
“Why the hell not?”
“I’m not allowed.” He leans in. I think he may kiss me. Instead he whispers, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” I just stare at him, thinking. What the fuck is that supposed to mean. It can’t be that serious.
“What is the big deal? You’re so secretive. I don’t get it.”
“Good. It’s best that you don’t.” He’s still pressed into me. I can feel his dick against my stomach. I try to reach down, but he’s faster. He grabs my wrists and pins me again. This time they’re pinned above my head, my breasts now reaching, aching to be touched. I’m so turned on right now. My breathing is ragged. I want him to kiss me again.
He looks deep into my eyes. “I can never tell you some things about me. You’ll have to live with that. Can you do that?” I nod and his lips are on mine again. He lifts me onto the counter with his free hand. The other is still holding mine above my head. He’s extremely strong.
I hear the door chime, signaling someone’s just walked in, and Nathan backs up, letting me hop off the counter. We both stand there looking at each other, trying to compose ourselves. I straighten my blouse and walk towards the door, looking back once before going up front to see who’s here.
Nathan runs his hand through his hair and adjusts himself through his slacks, watching me as I leave.
Fuck, that was intense. I make it to my desk and one of the new clients is sitting in one of the chairs.
“Hello. How can I help you?”
“Yes. I’m here to drop off a check for Alex.”
“Alright, I can handle that for you. He’s not in right now.” This guy is handsome in a smug kind of way and looks to be very powerful in his tacky suit.
Nathan walks in. “What are you doing here?” He asks the man and frowns.
“Well, hello to you, too, Nathan. I’m dropping off a check for Alex for the project that’s about to begin for me.”
Nathan’s brow furrows, “What project?”
“As you know, my building needs some work and Rogan Construction is doing the rehab. Offices remodeled and a new gym in the basement.” There seems to be some unspoken words between the two. I just look between them, wondering how they know each other. “Here ya go, miss… I didn’t catch your name. You’re a site for sore eyes.” He smiles.
I open my mouth to speak, only Nathan jumps in. “Get lost, Jeff.”
“Don’t be so rude Nathan. I was only being friendly.” He stands, handing me the check and winks. “I’ll see you tonight Nathan.” Then he walks out the door.
I turn and face Nathan. “What was that about? Was that a pissing match? I’m not yours, Nathan. We’ve only kissed. You don’t own me.”
He walks over to me, backing me into my desk. “Not yet I don’t. Stay away from him. He’s not a good person. Trust me, okay?” He leans in and kisses me, then walks out the door.
What the fuck was that? Who the hell does he think he is treating me like that? If that’s how he will be if I was to be his, I think I’ll pass. That’s not the type of relationship I want to be in. I’ve been there and won’t ever go back to that shit. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I don’t need help with that at all. I may have to fill him in, that I’m not like his ex-wife or the others that fall at his fucking feet. I will not be kept. And to think, I was almost thinking of giving him a chance.
Jessa’s beat me in today. I walk through the door and she has a huge grin on her face.
“What’s with you?”
“Oh, nothing. How was your day yesterday?”
I look at her skeptically. “Fine. Why are you acting weird?”
“I’m not. Did you have a nice lunch yesterday?” she asks, her fucking devil horns are starting to poke through her watermelon head.
“Oh. Thanks for that, you bitch. What were you trying to do there?”
“Oh, nothing really.”
“Don’t play innocent, Jessa. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t meddle in my love life or lack thereof.”
“Okay. Okay.” She waves her hand at me. “Did anything happen, being you were here alone together?”
I’m ready to slap that fucking smile off her face.
“I’m not talking to you right now.” I walk over to my desk and act as if I’m busy.
“Huh. Okay then.” She shrugs innocently, ending the conversation.
Workers file in and out throughout the day. I haven’t seen Nathan since he had his pissing battle yesterday. I’m glad, because I wouldn’t know what to say. I want to bitch him out for how he acted as if he had a claim on me in front of Jeff, but I won’t do it in front of Jessa.
Nathan finally strolls in after lunch. He says hello to Jessa, nods at me and walks to his office. Jessa is watching us like a hawk. I want to storm back there so bad and tell him how I feel. I won’t, though. Wait. Fuck it. I sure as hell will.
I walk right in and close the door. He looks up a bit surprised. “Hi, Brittany. Won’t you come in.”
“Cut the shit, Nathan. What the hell was your problem yesterday with the new client Jeff? You don’t get to tell me who I can and cannot associate with. Do you understand me?” I say, jabbing my finger into his chest, his hard chest and fuck he smells so good.
“Brittany,” he sighs. “I wasn’t trying to tell you what to do. I know Jeff very well and he’s not a good guy. I was only warning you about him.”
“Well, I can look out for myself. I’m a big girl, if you haven’t noticed. I can take care of myself and I don’t need your fucking help. Got it?”
“You know how sexy you are when you’re all worked up?” he says, stepping closer to me. Our eyes lock, his boring into mine. How he does this to me, I don’t know. I want to punch him in the face and kiss him at the same time. “I think we need to solve this tension between us. Don’t you?” he asks.
My breath hitches. “Yes,” I whisper. Wait. What the fuck did I just say? Did I agree? I can’t think straight.
“What do you think we should do about it?” he asks, walking me backward into the wall, his body pressing me into it. He runs his nose along the base of my neck, his scruff running down my cheek. “You smell delicious.” It sends a shiver down my body and straight to my clit.
A knock at the door pulls us from whatever this is. I straighten, take a deep breath and try to act normal. Nathan does the same walking quickly to his desk and sits down. “Come in,” he says, grinning at me. I scrunch my face up and roll my eyes at him.
Jessa walks in and looks at me, then Nathan. “Am I interrupting something?” She smiles.
“Not at all, Jessa. What can I do for you?”
“Uh. Do you have the Peterson fi
le? I need the supply order.”
“Sure.” he says, handing it to her.
She grins at me and says nothing as she walks out the door. I want to kick her in the ass and give her some extra help.
Nathan looks at me. “If you were trying to look normal, you failed miserably. You look flushed, Brittany. What’s wrong?” He smiles. He knows exactly what’s wrong. Asshole.
“I need to get back to work,” I huff and walk out the door.
I stand outside his door and take a few deep breaths before facing Jessa. I know she’ll have something to say. She always does and I wouldn’t expect anything less.
I walk to my desk and sit down, looking at Jessa, waiting for whatever she’s thinking to spill from her smartass mouth. Nothing. She doesn’t say a word. I sigh with relief. Maybe she didn’t know there may have been something going on when she came in. Hell, I don’t even know what was going on.
After my little visit to Nathan’s office, I didn’t see him again. He hasn’t come out of his office once. I wonder what he’s doing in there? I want to be nosy and see, but it’s not my business. We’re not together.
“How’s my two favorite girls?” Alex asks, as he walks through the door, a big smile on his face. I can’t help but smile. Ever since he’d gotten with Jessa he’s transformed into a man with such love, confidence, and happiness. It’s all over his face. I’ve missed him.
“Is Nathan here?”
“He is,” Jessa says. “He’s in his office, has been most of the afternoon actually.”
“Oh. Is he okay?”
“I don’t know. Ask Brittany. She may have made him cry or something.”
Alex chuckles and walks back to Nathan’s office. I hear him knock and then shut the door behind him.
Alex comes back up front and kisses Jessa. “I’ve got to go check on a new job. I’ll be back soon.”
Nathan emerges a bit later. “Brittany, can I speak to you.” He looks to Jessa. “Privately please.”
“For what?” I counter.
“Do you want to discuss this here? I don’t mind at all.” He raises an eyebrow.
I sigh. “Fine.” I get up and follow his tight ass to his office. He shuts the door and peers at me. “So Brittany, are we going to finish the conversation that we started earlier?”
Oh, the one where he left me all flustered and turned on. That one. I can play his game and better. “What’s there to finish?”
“Brittany, we’re both adults here. I think we both have feelings for each other. You know I’ve liked you for quite a while. I think you have, too. It’s just been easier for you to be a bitch and hide them. Am I right?”
“You are awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you? Are you always this cocky?”
“I am when I’m right.” He grins. “Tell me you don’t want me Brittany. I’ll leave you alone. I’ll never touch you again,” he says, running his hand along my waist, staring into my eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Do you want me to just fall at your feet or something. You’re not God, ya know?”
He chuckles. “I’d love nothing more than to see you on your knees.” I grab his balls before he can continue. He lets out a groan and I smile.
“Listen closely. I’m not sure what kind of little whores you’re used to, but I’m a strong, independent woman and will not be degraded by any man. Got it?” I feel his dick getting hard and his balls tighten in my hand. Fuck. This isn’t working the way I wanted it to.
“You don’t scare me Brittany. If anything, you’re getting me pretty fucking hard right now. Can you feel it?” I let go quickly and step back. He steps forward closing the distance between us. His beautiful green eyes seem to turn darker and he leans in pulling my earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on it; I shiver at the feeling. He releases it and whispers in my ear. “I want you, Brittany. I know you want me too, no matter how much you try to fight it. That shiver I just gave you, I can give you much more than that. Your body reacts to me whether you like it or not. Don’t fight it anymore,” he says, lifting my chin and kissing me. I let out a little moan and pull him closer to me. I can feel him pressing into my stomach, so fucking hard through his slacks. I reach down and he tries to step back, scared I’m going to hurt him again. I chuckle and gently rub his length and deepen our kiss. His tongue consumes my mouth. I could only imagine what he can do with it.
He pulls away slightly. “Brittany, we can’t do this here.”
“Do what? I’m just playing.” I grin.
“I know and it’s wrong. You’re gonna give me blue balls.”
“They’d match your eye.” I laugh.
“Funny. Very funny. Want me to bend you over my desk right now? I’ll have the whole office hearing you scream my name.” My face falters. I bite my lower lip not sure how to reply. “Now who’s teasing who, sweetie?” He smirks.
“I’m not your sweetie. I’m not that girl. You won’t just fuck me. You have to work for it.” I wink.
Nathan looks me over. “I never expected anything less. I’m a hard worker,” he says, thrusting into me.
I take a deep breath. “Did you need anything else besides the blue balls?” He laughs.
“Dinner?” he asks, hesitantly.
“Possibly. When?”
“Still gonna play hard to get, Brittany? How about tonight?”
“Let me check my schedule and get back to you.”
“Seriously?” He laughs, shaking his head. “Okay, then. You do that.” He slaps my ass as I turn to walk out and go check the schedule that has nothing on it.
This day is finally over. I’m so ready to go home and relax in the hot tub and finish the book I’ve been reading. Too much emotional shit today. Speaking of… Nathan walks up to my desk. “So?”
“So… what?” I look over to Jessa. She quickly looks away, acting as if she’s busy with something on her laptop. I know that’s bullshit. She’s so eavesdropping.
“Come on, Brittany. Really? Dinner?”
“Okay. Fine. Dinner. What time?” I shoot Jessa daggers, daring her to say something.
“I can pick you up at seven- thirty, if that works for you?”
“That’s fine. Where are we going?”
“It will be a surprise.” He smiles.
“Okay, but what should I wear?”
“Casual is fine.”
“Oh. I’m not special enough for a nice dinner?”
“Fuck, Brittany. I’m going to make you dinner, okay. Why do you have to be such...”
I cut him off. “Don’t fucking finish that sentence or I’m not coming.” He raises his hands up in defense.
“Okay. I’ll be there at seven-thirty.” He smiles, walking away with a wink at Jessa. She smiles and watches him walk out the door before quickly facing me. “I knew it.”
“Shut it, Jessa. I don’t wanna hear it, okay.”
“Okay, fine. I knew it.” She laughs.
I make it home and walk past the patio door and see the inviting hot tub that will have to wait. I can’t believe I’m meeting up with Nathan at his house. He’s making me dinner. I hope I don’t get food poisoning. I wonder, what he can cook? I hope it’s edible.
Nathan knocks on my door at seven-fifteen. He’s fucking early, ugh. I’m not even completely dressed. I toss my robe on and walk to the door.
“You’re early.” I motion for him to come in.
He looks over my body. “I said casual, Brittany, but you could have tried a bit harder.”
I flip him off as I walk to my bedroom to put on a shirt and my favorite jeans that fit so good. I emerge and see him being nosy. “What are you doing?” He looks so fucking good in his dark wash jeans and black t-shirt that hugs his body, showing every muscle, every ripple.
He steps away from my bookshelves. “Who knew you were the book porn queen.”
I laugh. “You should see Jessa’s collection. I’m not a big reader. She’s been buying me her favorites and some at book signings. I’ve been humoring her.�
� I shrug.
“Learn anything good?” He chuckles, looking toward me.
“Yes. No man will ever compare,” I say dramatically.
“Ha. You never know. One of those has been written about me, ya know?”
“Shut up.” I laugh.
“No, really.” He looks at me seriously, not a hint of a smile that he’s joking.
“No way. What’s it called then? Who wrote it?”
He laughs. “I’m joking. If someone did it, would be one hell of a story, though.”
“I can see it now. Sexy salesman rescues the secretary.” I laugh.
“You think I’m sexy, huh?”
“I didn’t say that.” I frown.
“Yes you did.” He chuckles, walking towards me.
“You’re okay. I guess.”
“Just okay? I think you’re gorgeous. Much more gorgeous in these jeans than those work outfits,” he says, fingering a belt loop, pulling me forward.
My hands go to his chest. “Thanks. This is weird. Don’t you think?”
“What’s weird? Us?”
“Yeah. I’ve hated you for so long and now. I don’t know. This.”
He grabs his chest. “That hurts, Brittany.” He pouts and I smile. He is so handsome. Those lips. I want them all over me, and that tongue I can’t wait to see what it can do to my clit, but tonight’s just dinner. I can’t believe I’m having these thoughts of him.
“Ready to go? Dinner should be just about ready when we get there. Hope you’re hungry.” I’m starved for food and him. This anticipation building is killing me.
“Yes. I’m starved,” I say. His eyes darken as he watches me. Fuck, this is gonna be a long ass night. I need to control myself.
This Corvette is awesome. I’ve never ridden in one and I love it. About twenty minutes later we arrive at Nathan’s house. He lives just outside of town. It’s considered the country out here. Fuck me! It’s a big house and it’s sitting on a lot of land. I wanna ask so bad. This just doesn’t add up.
“Are you a drug dealer?” I ask as we pull into the garage. He has a badass Harley in the corner, a jacked-up Chevy truck and a side-by-side that looks like a lot of fun to be had in the mud.
Nathan dies laughing and then turns serious quickly. “What? Why the hell would you say that?”