by a dagmara
“You have a wonderful ass Lillian.” He called out, with a grin plastered on his face.
Pursing my lips, I turned at my doorway back to his appraising expression.
“So I’ve been told.” Slighting my head, “I’m sure it won’t be the last time I hear that one either.” With that, I shut my door. My anger was palpable, and based on his expression, I knew he felt it. However, he was amused by it?
I walked to my dresser pulling out fresh undergarments and proceeded to remove my stockings. Quickly changing my clothes, I put on a worn pair of jeans that hugged my hips and ass just so. A white, off the shoulder top; belt and strappy-heel sandals finished my idea of being fashionable.
Walking past the selves in my closet, my favorite hat called to me, yes, this was certainly a hat day. I reached for it and fiddled with it on my head, until I was satisfied. The hat was white with a black ribbon detail it very much looked like a man’s hat from the twenties.
Walking over to my bed, picking up my purse, my eyes landed on the gym clothes that still sat on the bed. I guess there was no longer a need to work out any frustrations. Grinning, this morning had certainly gone in a very strange direction. Where the hell was my self-control? Ah, yeah had none.
Walking to the door, pausing, I could have sworn I heard a woman’s voice.
And, one I recognized. Should have expected this. Of course Charlie would have a girlfriend, but than again perhaps not. Maybe just some slut wanting his attention.
Opening the door, my expression was almost shocked, but I quickly reeled it in before Charlie saw. There was clearly a woman in the apartment, and one that I recognized. She had forced herself into Charlie’s arms and was desperately trying to seduce him. It was evident that he brought her home last night, as she had nothing but a T-shirt on that barely covered her ass.
Looking at her, I realized it was Tiffany from the bar…my bartender from last night. Dawning hit…he must have been there.
Gathering my composure, I smirked and walked into the kitchen with my wits about me. I wasn’t sure what game he thought to play with me, but I approved of this, Shit it’s something I would pull myself.
“Lillian! Shit, I didn’t realize this was your place.”
“Yes it is.” I smiled and cocked my head as my eyes met his. “Charlie here is a temporary guest,” raising a brow, “a very temporary guest. He’s Julie’s brother.” Moving my eyes to Tiffany for a moment then back to Charlie, I added “I didn’t realize you had a guest Charlie?”
He offered no response and simply smiled at me.
I turned and opened the fridge gathering up bottled water, as Tiffany’s attention went back to Charlie.
“What happened to you last night? I passed out for what seemed to be a second, and you were gone?”
“Jet lag loves,” Turning back in their direction, his eyes on me, “The time difference is a real bitch to handle, please forgive me?” He swiftly turned to Tiffany. I wanted to gag, was he really trying to coddle her?
“Did we have sex last night?” she whispered, hoping I wouldn’t hear. More for her embarrassment, I suppose. Most women weren’t very comfortable when it came to their intimacy or who they fucked the night before. I, however, was not like most women, I had no embarrassment.
“No love, we did not…you passed out the moment you hit the bed” he spoke so tenderly to her…odd.
Perhaps, he was setting up for a second run with her later.
“Such the gentlemen.” She giggled, sparking an instant reaction out of me, I rolled my eyes…how dumb can she be? “Well what did you do with yourself?” Tiffany asked in an “oh so desperate” attempt to speak in a seductive voice. Oh, please this was painfully pathetic to listen to.
I turned and took my now full and cold coffee to the sink, when I met his eyes, waiting on his response.
“No worries love, I had quite the work out last night.” His eyes were dark and laced with a carnal look of satisfaction as he stared at me.
I cocked my head, feeling like I was missing something. Puzzled, I bit my lip and turned from him, taking my water, as I proceeded for the door.
“Are you leaving Lillian?” Charlie called out. Oh, his voice was definitely seductive.
“Yes…it appears that I am.” Cocking my head I felt like rolling my eyes at his obscured question. I didn’t turn back, offering a reply in a cold tone. Shit, not like me to be the jealous type.
“When will you be returning?” Odd thing for him to ask, as I’m sure he is about to have his hands full with his one nighter.
“I’m taking full advantage of a day off. I have things that need my attention…as it appears you do too.” I smirked and continued to the door. “No worries Charlie, I doubt we’ll be seeing one another the rest of the day. I will be back later, but only to change.” I added quickly to reassure him that the place was to his disposal, and without my interruption.
“Lillian?” Tiffany called stopping me in my tracks, sucking a deep breath, what now? Why can’t I just leave?
Pausing, I turned “Yes Tiffany?”
“Are you headed to Power Plant this evening?” she asked already knowing the answer.
“It’s really sad when my favorite bartender knows, where, and what I do” I laughed.
She laughed to my statement, “I only mention it, because I hear this evening is supposed to be of the scale there. Some band is planning out on the plaza, plus Mosaic has Tiesto performing tonight. Oh, and I heard that you might me considering performing tonight? Is that true?” Her eyes were all lit up. And she turned to Charlie, “She can fucking sing. She’s amazing! It’s like fucking sex on a microphone!” I wanted to laugh, my first known groupie.
“Yes, I heard Tiesto is performing, I’m just not sure I want to. Singing isn’t something I want a career in. My father would.” My words dropped off in caution, looking to Charlie. “I’m not sure what I plan for this evening but I will be there.” I turned reaching for the door.
“Lillian, I hope to hear you sing tonight. I love your performances and obviously I’m a fan. But …have fun hopefully we run into one another, I plan to be there with a few friends.” She looked to Charlie, hopeful that he would get the hint.
“So, My sister’s roommate is that good?” he looked to me curiously. “Sex with a microphone, huh interesting way to describe it.”
“Well, speaking of sex, I wouldn’t consider it that way, but yes singing is a personal thing for me, and more intimate than sex.” I raised my brows in a glare at Charlie.
“Well, have a good day Lillian!” Tiffany offered as her lips landed on Charlie’s neck.
I nodded, still grinning and looked to Charlie. His expression seemed to change as if his mood went from, grinning with satisfaction, to possibly annoyed?
Very odd.
I turned and walked from the apartment shutting the door behind me.
Down the elevator to the garage, I pulled my cell from my purse.
Shit, ten missed calls. I scrolled thru the numbers, one from Julie, two from Sam, and seven from an unknown number.
At least there were no messages. I hated voice mail. I didn’t see the point of it since texting gets the message across so much easier. Walking to my car, I was quick to get in and situate myself. I pulled from the garage.
It was without a doubt, a beautiful early September morning. Commanding my blue tooth, I instructed the call to Brady.
“Lil…I thought you forgot about me?” Brady answered.
“Sorry, I had gotten distracted at home. It appears that I have the day free, due to some restructuring at the agency.”
“Nice. I’m jealous.” He replied.
“Oh, you should be,” I offered teasingly knowing he would understand, what I hadn’t said.
“I know that tone…who was he, and damn you work quick!”
“Yeah, keep it to yourself, but shit…Julie’s brother.” I shook my head from side to side, still shocked with what had happened.
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��What the fuck! Since when did you break your own limits?” He laughed, yet I could sense the worry under his tone.
“I know …he was a very big “Off Limit”. To my defense, it was all him…I started nothing.”
“Shit, what are you going to do about him? I mean, he’s staying in your apartment…that’s kinda a problem is it not?” Brady asked.
“You can stay with me for the time being Lil. I don’t like it one bit. Priorities Lil.”
“Nah…he is occupied with a woman he forgot to mention that he brought home last night.” I smirked, covering my jealousy. Yes, I was jealous, or perhaps annoyed? I’m gonna go with annoyed.
“Shit!” Brady laughed, “So, I take it that he fucked you, while he had a woman in his bed …wow.”
“Yup …I think he and I will be just fine…I believe he has a mind much like my own, so he shouldn’t be a problem for me” I was lying, as he was a problem, a big problem for me.
“Well, that’s a relief. So does this mean our bet is off for tonight? Seeing that you just got laid, and I know your rules about never two in one day?”
“Yes, sorry to disappoint…how about we make sure you at least get laid tonight?”
“Was planning on it Lil”, he laughed.
“Well, now you have my help…not saying you need any it just doesn’t hurt”
“For fear of a pissing contest, I don’t have the energy for, do you think you can stop by the office and sign these documents I had drafted?”
“Sure, be there in 15,” I offered.
“Good”
He sighed. Was He annoyed? “Lil, are you taking Corey up about tonight?” Fuck? What was it with everyone today.
“I don’t know Brady, timing isn’t good for this right now.” I felt frustrated.
“Perhaps you need it, based on what I’m sensing, singing and performing, always calms you Lil. Timing is perfect in my opinion.”
Chapter 5
The day seemed to be flittering away quick. I had met Brady, and then set off for a lunch date with Chris. We needed to set some boundaries in my opinion. I couldn’t allow him to get any hopes up.
I took the afternoon to pamper myself; Mani, Pedi and of course a waxing. My body now smooth and perfectly groomed, I was without a doubt sated today. Parking the car in the garage and walking to the elevator, knowing I only had an hour left to shower to ready myself. I had promised Sam, that I would meet her for dinner, and a few drinks, before we headed to Mosaic. This in my opinion had been a perfect day. My mind was still debating the entire idea of performing tonight. Shit, I needed that release, the loss in music. Fuck.
Finally, in the apartment it looked quiet. I supposed Charlie had gone out, since it didn’t appear that he was here.
Placing my bag on the counter, I pulled my phone from it and headed to my room.
Into my bathroom, I started the shower and placed the cell down. I stripped off my clothes and left them on the floor of my room.
Knowing the apartment was empty; I fired up the Bose with my iPod already on the stand and turned it on loud enough so I could hear it in the shower.
Back into the bathroom, I eagerly jumped into the shower, which was surprisingly already hot. Thank god for little miracles.
Heaven…the heat of the water cascading down my body was a little piece of ecstasy. Yes, what a wonderfully perfect day it had been. I was now very ready to have a follow up this evening. I loved the friends I had, and loved being young with no attachments.
Titanium…blasted thru the speakers…what a perfect song. Lost in my private heaven, I sang and danced in the shower, while I lathered rinsed, then repeated with my hair.
Indeed, I was having more fun in the shower than I should. But, who gives a shit. I could have stayed here all night, but the water was gradually losing its heat, and I was starting to prune.
Stepping from my little oasis, I reached for the towel and dried my body off. Pulling for the robe, I wrapped myself and began to dry off all my thick hair.
The music, in tune to my mood. I reached for my phone and sent a quick text to Corey, with a simple yes.
I began my normal ritual of lotions then makeup. It was Friday night, so the smoky and sultry application around my eyes, was necessary in my opinion.
Looking to the mirror at myself, I paused…the song was my pause. “The Scientist” now streamed thru the Bose…
The song always took me somewhere unfamiliar…a place where my emotions were raw and reeling. It was a place, I tried to keep hidden.
I stared into the mirror, pausing, fighting the urges of where my mind and heart were being lured to. I couldn’t afford that hidden place within me. Though, I appeared to be staring at my reflection my eyes only saw flames and blacken smoke all around me. My breathing became shallow as if I couldn’t get my lungs to take the air, they so desperately needed.
My head spinning, as my limbs felt heavy and weak, unable to hold myself up. A full-blown panic attack, my vision became tunneled and the room was spinning around me, the heat enveloping every surface of my skin.
Shit …I couldn’t shake it off…I couldn’t convince my mind that this was nothing more than a panic attack. I could feel the weight of my body losing. I was about to blackout and the tile floor was going to hurt, when my body races to greet it.
Without a second more, everything went black.
“Lillian!” the voice sounded watered.
“Lillian.” the voice now clearing.
“Lillian dear? Are you ok?” the voice, familiar, warm and inviting. I was coming to.
The scent of his cologne, wrapped my like a familiar blanket. In his arms, I could feel his chest against my cheek and his hand in my hair. His touch was tender.
I opened my eyes to confirm, what I already knew…his green eyes staring down at me.
Shit, this was embarrassing. I steadied myself and sat up. Inspecting and mentally searching, I was not sore anywhere; which meant I didn’t hit the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Lillian…are you ok?” his voice was concerned.
Shaking my head, I looked to him and cocked my head. How?…Where did he come from? It was clear that had it not been for him, I would have hit the floor, and hard.
“I’m fine…How? Were you here this entire time?” Looking to him confused, he must have been in the apartment.
“Yes, I was in the shower and heard your music. I had come in just as you were about to fall and caught you. You didn’t hear me call your name?”
“No…” I must have been too far into the panic attack to notice him here.
“What happened?” He looked to me very concerned
“Nothing…I’m fine” I moved myself out of his hold on the floor, and lifted myself to my feet. My head was still light and dizzy; I gripped the counter for support. He was quick to follow me up, and his hands swiftly around my waist, steadying me.
“Perhaps you should cancel your plans this evening and stay in.”
I looked up to him…was he nuts? It was Friday and my occasional fainting spells, were not keeping me in. Plus I had made a commitment to Corey. I wasn’t about breaking any commitment.
“Honestly, I’m fine…this isn’t a big deal at all.” I offered coolly.
“You pretty much would have busted your ass on the tile floor, if not worse, had I not caught you.” He looked to me for an answer, one, which I would not give.
Returning my gaze to my reflection, I shook my head and closed my eyes searching for my center…my balance. What he was thinking? I had no clue. His hands quick and strong had me up off my feet, and cradled in his arms.
“What are you doing?” He said nothing, walked me in his arms, and dropped me to my bed.
“You need to lay down…rest a bit,” He ordered.
Was he out of his fucking mind?
I frowned looking at him my expression said it all. He walked around to the end of the bed as, I tried to sit up. Looking at him, he was only wearing a pair of drawstrin
g pants that hung low and his chest was perfectly sculpted, ribbons of muscle, hard and tempting. My eyes landed down low, just at the little trail leading to his wonderful size.
His hands grabbed my ankles and jerked my body, forcing my back to hit the bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I breathed, stunned to his aggression.
“If you won’t rest, I’ll give you a reason too!” His expression, full of promise, the threat palpable. Charlie’s knee came up on the bed then his hands. Moving over my body, he had me trapped. The mere size of him made me feel small and vulnerable. He shifted slightly, as his eyes moved down me, stopping at the belt tying my robe.
His head lingering, his eyes hungry found mine; it was almost as if he was looking for a sign or clue giving him permission…no, strike that, he wasn’t asking for permission, he was taking and exerting his control.
He broke his stare and lowered down to my center. In his usual speed he had my rob undone and falling to the bed.
I was perfectly exposed, as he offered a wicked grin. With urgency, his lips fell to my abdomen and began their tender and erotic exploration, sparking my desire.
His lips and tongue were a perfect mix lowering down then slightly pausing. He was perfectly centered between my legs as his tongue went down and teased my now heated desire. His mouth was working its genius on my heated desire, taking me into a full blaze. His tongue licking, circling then finally penetrating me.
“Oh, Lord”…I yelled, as my back arched up off the bed. My hands above my head gripping the headboard my body quickly tensed all around with my climax fully reached. Shit, he was very gifted. Second time today he had me completely abandon all sense of reason.
My breathing labored, I felt him move from my center.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy. The bed shifted from his weight.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. He was again grinning. Dropping my sight lower, he was pulling the drawstring of his pants, dropping them to the floor, as the full length of his arousal sprung free. His naked body was pure perfection. Golden skin, sculpted muscle, and that erection! He was fucking beautiful, and sex oozed off him. My body in response ached with urgency. The need to feel him deep inside me had my breathing labored in need.