by Lily Graison
Her eyes closed at the feel of his lips on her. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but she felt soothed and calm, where only a second ago she had been ready to freak out.
His kiss was gentle and coaxing, a series of slow soft touches and it all felt so… right. Being here like this, held in his arms with his mouth doing the most delicious things to her, she couldn't help but sigh.
Whoever this man was, he knew how to make her burn.
Resigning herself to enjoy it while she could, Paige slid her arms back around his neck, relishing the feel of his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as his tongue slid sensually against her own. Her body once again relaxed against him.
Simon inhaled her scent, memorizing the way she felt and tasted. He knew once she realized who he was, she'd never speak to him again—that is if she didn't have him killed for not telling her to begin with.
He never wanted the night to end. Never wanted to let her go and a small part of him wished she didn't have to find out. He knew, the minute she realized he was Colin Gregory, the one person she loathed most in the world, what they had just shared wouldn't be the glorious, life-altering event he thought it was, but a dark, ugly memory she would probably spend the rest of her life trying to forget.
He knew he couldn't let it end like this. He was too big of a bleeding heart for that to happen. He had always loved her. He still did.
Breaking the kiss, Simon pulled back from her, smiling as her eyes slowly opened. "So, are you…"
"Hey Simon, you in there?" Someone yelled from the other side of the door, knocking loudly.
"Yeah," Simon yelled back, his eyes never leaving Paige's.
"You got a phone call."
Fuck. Not now. "Take a message. I'm busy."
"Tried. They said it was important."
Simon sighed heavily, closing his eyes briefly and clenched his jaw before he looked back up.
Paige gave him a tiny smile and her arms loosened from his neck.
"You hear me Simon?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there," he said, looking away from Paige for a second before glancing back up at her. "Well, seems like the small talk will have to wait," he told her smiling, before grabbing her hips and lifting her up slightly. A small moan escaped them both when he slipped from her warmth.
Paige smiled at him when he took a step away from her and reached down and grabbed his robe. She watched him slip it back on and tie the belt closed.
She still hadn't said a word to him, her voice completely gone as the old reserved Paige came crashing back through to push slut Paige away. She looked away from him, her face flaming from embarrassment as she tried unsuccessfully to cover her nudity.
He took a step toward her before saying, "I'll be right back." He leaned down, kissing her on the cheek before he reached for the doorknob, turned it, and left the room.
Paige let out the breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding in when she heard the door click shut behind her. She hurriedly reached out and turned the lock.
Laying her forehead against the door, she shut her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before she turned slowly and leaned back against the door.
Her eyes fell to her naked form in the mirror and she almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. Here she stood, bare ass naked in some strange man's dressing room, a stripper no less, alone, and feeling like a two-dollar whore.
"What in the world have you done?" she asked herself quietly as she watched her reflection.
"You just had mind-blowing sex, that's what you've done," her inner voice sang out.
Raising her hands, Paige covered her face before pushing her hair back and looking around the room. It was slightly bare, only a table and small chair sitting in front of the large mirrors and a bigger armchair off in the corner.
There were a few pictures hanging on the mirror although she couldn't tell whom they were from where she stood. A coat rack, holding a black leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet sat off to the side.
Glancing back at the mirror, Paige once again saw herself and panic started to set in. She once again started going over in her mind what had just happened.
She still couldn't believe it and neither would her friends. Her eyes widened at the thought of them.
What would they say?
She wouldn’t tell them. How could she? That was the last thing she needed. Hearing them go on and on about her having sex with a stripper wasn't on her list of fun things to do, especially seeing how said stripper didn't even know her name.
She sighed as she thought about it. "Great, I'm just another notch in his belt now," she said softly to no one and rolled her eyes. "You really are a slut."
For the first time in her life, she'd acted on impulse. Sex with a total stranger, in a dingy back room, wasn't anything she thought would ever happen to her. Let alone have unprotected sex. "Oh my god. You're an idiot, Paige. One pretty man and you completely loose your mind."
The possible consequences of what she'd done made her slightly ill. She sighed heavily before closing her eyes and groaning at her stupidity.
Hearing a voice in the hall, her eyes opened before she hastily reached down and grabbed her dress. She quickly slipped it back on and fumbled with the clasp, trying to get it hooked before Simon came back.
She had to get out of there. Fast.
As the voices seemed to disappear in the hall she decided to save herself another embarrassing moment with him and reached for the door. She unlocked it and poked her head out, looking both ways.
When she saw the coast was clear, she darted out of the room, shutting the door behind her before practically running back down the hall towards the main room.
* * * *
Chapter 7
"There she is!" Megan nearly screamed.
"It's about damned time!" Kim yelled when Paige reached their table. "We were about to send someone after you. Where the hell have you been?"
Paige glanced at them, averting her eyes quickly before saying, "Let's go." She grabbed her purse, hooking the strap on her arm without looking at any of them.
She wasn't about to spend another second in this place and give Simon time to come looking for her. Of course, nothing really told her that he would, but she wasn't taking any chances. She decided on the quick walk back to her friends that the best course of action was to leave the scene of the crime.
She gave one last look at the stage before walking away. She didn't wait to see if her friend's were following her.
"Go? Are you insane?" Amy yelled.
"No, I'm ready to go," Paige yelled over her shoulder before she headed for the exit.
"Okay, what the hell is up with her?" Heather asked as they exited the club.
"Not sure," Megan said.
Paige heard their mumbled questions. When they exited the club and made their way across the parking lot she could hear the confusion in their voices over what was going on, but didn't care. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice before she finally found the right one and started to unlock the car door.
Her hands were trembling and she was sure someone would notice soon enough. She bit her tongue to keep from blabbing to everyone what she had done.
Her alcohol buzz was completely gone and even though Courtney was designated driver, she knew giving the keys to one of the others would result in a little trip back inside the club.
"Not so fast!" Kim yelled, jerking the keys away from Paige. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Paige said, "Now give me the keys."
"Nuh-uh, not until you tell us why we had to leave the most gorgeous and bare-ass naked men I've seen in ages behind and it better be good."
"I just… I don't feel good," Paige lied, trying to grab the keys.
Kim looked at Paige, her eyes traveling over her from head to toe before she smiled slightly. "Where have you been?"
"What do you mean? I went to the bathroom."
"You were in the bathroom for
the last thirty minutes?" Kim asked, grinning.
"Yes!" Paige said, loudly. "I told you—"
"Yeah, yeah… you didn't feel good," Kim said, smiling.
Paige sighed heavily, watching Kim smile back at her before she finally handed over the keys. She didn't trust the look on her face or the fact she gave the keys back willingly. She ignored her thoughts before shaking her head and reaching for the lock, putting the key in. She got into the car quickly; ignoring the looks everyone gave her.
Once everyone was seated, Paige glanced over at Megan who sat beside her. Her friend never said a word and she gave her a small smile. Starting the car, she pulled out of the parking space and headed home.
"Hey Paige," Kim said leaning forward in the seat. Paige saw her look over her shoulder, grinning at the others before she turned her head back to her. "Did anything… happen while you were in the bathroom?"
"Happen? What do you mean?" Paige asked quickly, glancing over at Kim. The girl was practically hanging over the seat.
"I mean, did you see Simon while you were back there?"
"No!" Paige said loudly, wondering for a brief second if they could smell the scent of sex she knew still lingered on her skin.
Kim glanced over her shoulder again before turning back to her. "Oh, well that's too bad ‘cause man I would have loved to have had a taste of him. All that sweet, hot flesh just begging to be fucked."
Paige glared at Kim in the rear-view mirror. She was surprised that the small comment caused a second's worth of jealously to flare in her. The thoughts of Kim having the wild ride she herself had just taken caused her temper to flare. She shrugged it off before looking back at the road.
"Yeah well, I'm sure he gets plenty of offers," Paige said a little more hatefully than she had intended. The thought of being one of those offers left a bad taste in her mouth all of a sudden.
"Oh, I bet he does," Kim told her. "I bet a guy as hot as he is gets fucked every night of the week by one of the bimbos hanging out in there."
"You don't know that," Paige said defensively, hoping she were right, but doubting it. She knew there was no way anyone as hot as Simon didn't get propositioned several times a night, no matter how much she wanted to deny it. She was just another nameless girl that probably made his nights a little less lonely.
Hell, someone was probably taking her place this very minute.
"Oh I know," Kim said, smiling, "But man, can you imagine? I bet he's a great lay. What do you think?"
Paige sighed lightly, shrugging her shoulder. She kept her eyes straight ahead. "I wouldn't know," she lied.
"Sure you wouldn't," Kim said, her smile widening.
Paige glanced in the rear-view mirror, seeing Kim sit back in her seat before she relaxed and turned the corner, heading back to her apartment. Her mind replayed the events of the evening and she had to forcefully restrain the smile trying to creep up on her face.
She felt a little bad for having sex with a stranger, something she had never done before, but another part of her wanted to shout to the world that she'd just had the most mind-blowing sex of her life.
"Hey Paige," Kim said, once again leaning over the seat.
Paige almost growled, her thoughts of the ultra-sexy Simon disrupted before glancing over at Kim. She waited for her to speak before saying, "What?"
"I was just wondering."
"About…" Paige said when Kim stopped talking.
"Well, I was just wondering… is this a new fashion statement, or do you always wear your dresses inside out."
Paige glanced down, looking at herself when Kim tugged at the strap around her neck and everyone in the car burst out laughing. Stopping at the corner Paige took a good, long look at herself. Sure enough, her dress was inside out. The seams shining up at her like a big flashing sign. She bit her lip, holding back the smile tugging at her lips and felt her face flame red-hot.
"You are so going to spill, you little slut!" Kim yelled, laughing hard as Paige turned to face her.
Paige fought the smile, looking into the faces of her friends before their laughter died down to nothing.
"Well, come on girl, don't leave us hanging," Kim said, grinning. "You so totally fucked him didn't you?"
Paige stared at her, remembering what being with Simon felt like and her body automatically responded, sending a tingling wave through her body as her mind flashed back the visions of them in the mirror. She looked back over at Kim and couldn't hold the smile at bay any longer. "Best fucking ride of my life."
All six girls burst into laughter.
* * *
Simon opened the door to his dressing room, stepping in quickly before shutting the door behind him. His once-happy mood vanished instantly, pulled away when he realized Paige was gone.
He sighed before leaning against the door, looking around the nearly bare room and shaking his head. He knew it was too good to be true. He would almost believe he imagined it all but his eyes caught on the one slip of evidence she left behind.
A tiny, self-satisfied smile curved his lips as he looked down at his feet.
Bending over, Simon reached out; grabbing the small scrap of her silk panties off of the floor before he slowly walked to his dressing table and sat down. He stared at them, running the silk through his fingers and smiled.
Looking up into the mirror, he stared at his reflection. His smile widened as his mind slowly replayed the events of the last hour. He could still taste her in his mouth, smell her perfume lingering on his skin and hear the soft cries of his name whispered from her lips.
* * * *
Chapter 8
Paige smiled despite her aggravated mood. They were on their way to Riverdale, and to the Reunion. They decided to leave early so they could explore the town a bit before the Reunion started, so after much grumbling for the early morning wake-up call, all six girls were crammed into Paige's car and headed back to where it all began.
They had been on the road for almost an hour and the topic of conversation, as it had been all morning, was the only thing Paige had heard since the night before—Simon and her wild ride.
She knew telling her friend's was a mistake of major proportions, but for once in her life, she felt like bragging. They all had wonderfully sinful stories to tell and being the spinster she felt like she was, had nothing to tell other than how her last boyfriend liked to dress up and play games during sex.
She still couldn't help but smile every time she thought about Simon or their night together, but having the others go on about it all day was beginning to wear thin on her nerves. What should have been a private moment had turned into a spectacle. If she had to recount the entire thing one more time, she was sure she'd have to kill Kim for not letting the subject drop.
She felt relieved they had taken the news so well and not belittled her for being stupid enough to sleep with a stripper. Sure, women talk about it all the time, but to actually act on it? Now that was a different story altogether.
"So, Paige, are you going back to The Pleasure Dome next week?" Kim asked, grinning.
"No, Kim. We've been over this a thousand times already," Paige said with an exasperating sigh. "It was just a thing, that's it."
"Yeah, but you said it was mind blowing. Remember? Best sex you've ever had kind of mind blowing."
"Kim, I remember what I said. I was there. You do know the whole point in having a one night stand is… that's its one night."
"Yeah, but if the one night was exceptionally good, then seconds are just as tasty."
"Well if she doesn't want him, then I may just hang around and give him a go myself," Heather said, primping as she looked into her small hand-held mirror. "I mean, a guy that hot just begs to be fucked."
"Heather!" Paige yelled, looking in her rear view mirror.
"What? You said you weren't going back."
"I know but—"
"Oh I get it," Amy said, smiling. "Paige doesn't want him, but she doesn't want any of us having him either."
/>
"I never said that," Paige protested.
"So you wouldn't mind if one of us fucked him six ways from Sunday?"
"And what makes you think he'd want you?" Paige asked, defensively.
"Ohhhh, now you've gone and done it, Amy," Courtney chimed in laughing. "Don't be messing with Paige's beef cake."
"Shut up, Courtney," Paige spat out irritated. "And he's not mine."
Paige gritted her teeth, trying to remain calm. How dare they purposely provoke her into a fight? Of course she still wanted Simon. What woman in her right mind wouldn't? But that didn't mean she would ever get to explore the option. And for them to act like they could waltz into that club and have the same ride she did, burnt to her very soul.
Of course, they were probably right. She sighed at the thought. They probably could walk in there, give the man a little taste and get thrown up against the wall and fucked senseless, just like she had been.
"Only because you're too chicken to go after what you want."
"And who says I want him," she lied.
Every girl in the car grinned as they looked at Paige before they all burst out laughing.
"Paige, you are either the dumbest fake-blonde I've ever known or you're the biggest prude the world has ever seen," Kim said, laughing. "You would have to be fucking insane not to want him! Hell I want him and I haven't even had a chance to taste him… yet."
Paige glared at Kim in the rear-view mirror as the word yet reached her ears. She knew they were playing her. It was a game they knew all too well. Her being so defensive over a guy she didn't even know just proved they still knew how to play. But just hearing them go on and on about him was pissing her off in a major way.
So what if she wanted him? They all did. It didn't mean she was going to whore herself out to him for a good hard fuck up against a wall every Friday night.