by Dauphin, M.
“Whoa there, Ann,” Becker, an old roommate, warns as he takes the glass from me and guides me to our table.
“Don’t. It’s been a long day. Just let me not have any cares tonight, okay?” I’m not certain if he’s still watching me, but if he is, I don’t want him to see another man’s arm around me.
Why, though? What good would it do for him to think I’m pining over him? I’m not pining over him. I just can’t get his perfect body, and smell, and mannerisms, and voice out of my head. No biggie, right? It's nothing, and that just tells me I need to have sex more often with other men. That way the next time I do have a great lay, I won’t be constantly thinking about how amazing it was. Right?
Sure, I’ll tell myself that. Especially since he’s obviously not stuck on it. Not with the arm candy that he’s sporting tonight.
“Hey, chick, you sure you’re okay?” Gabby leans in and whispers in my ear as the rest of our group sits around the long, rectangle table.
“Sure, fine. Why?” I smile sweetly at her, discreetly wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt.
“You look a little frazzled, girlfriend. Have anything to do with running into Mr. Chicago himself?” Her eyes are pinned on mine and my heart drops.
That’s why he looked so familiar. Shit! How did I not recognize him last night!?
Adam Callahan.
Holy shit! I had sex with Adam Callahan. Not just sex either. Rough, dirty, hot, messy... the hottest sex I’ve ever had with the biggest man-whore of the entire city of Chicago. I almost feel dirty, in the way of ‘hey, I’ve practically fucked half the population of Chicago just by fucking Adam’, but the excitement of being one that he picked is enough to keep that feeling wrapped up tightly. Really, he didn’t have much of a choice. I didn’t give him one when I forced him to take me home. The memories of last night play through my head.
“Good Lord.” He hums as he places small kisses everywhere near the one place I want most. My hand comes to rest on the top of his head and I start to thrust towards him. He growls and nips my leg, then pushes two fingers inside me smoothly and curls them up, finding that perfect fucking spot to set me into my first of many mind blowing orgasms.
“Ah FUCK!” I yell out as his fingers play me. He growls again, a sound I’m beginning to really enjoy, then leans in and starts sucking and licking in a rhythm that has me coming for the first time tonight in mere seconds.
So much has happened today that it feels like so long ago, when in all reality it was just twenty-four hours ago that he was throwing that man off me in the alley. Twenty-four hours ago. That’s all.
Why does it seem like so much longer?
“You need a drink, Miss?” the waitress snaps me out of my daydream and I see my entire table of friends staring at me, waiting for me to answer so she can get to them.
“Oh, uh. Yes please. Martini. Dry,” I smile at her as she writes down my order and moves on to Gabby.
Soon after drinks are delivered and orders are placed, our chef comes to the table and cooks our food right in front of us, making a show of cracking and frying the egg without using his hands, sautéing the onions in an ‘onion volcano’, and using his flippers to make different beats and songs. When it comes time for the shrimp, he makes everyone at the table attempt to catch a shrimp in their mouth, no hands involved. I’m laughing and enjoying myself so much, especially since I was one of two of us that actually caught the shrimp, that I don’t notice him staring at me from the table next to us until I get up to use the bathroom. Our eyes meet and his immediately flash back to the stuffy group at his table, obviously annoyed with the loud, young crowd enjoying the dinner at the table next to them.
I walk by him, full of liquid courage, and run my hand lightly across his shoulders, slowly, then continue on my walk to the bathroom. I can’t stop from smiling at myself at how brazen I’ve become in the last day. Sure I can party like the rest of the girls my age, but as far as men go, I really don’t have too much experience outside of my ex and a few one-nighters in college. Something tells me that’s all about to change though.
There isn’t a line for the one room ‘family’ bathroom, so I look around to make sure there aren’t any parents needing to use it, then attempt to slip in unnoticed.
“You’re really going to do that?” I hear his voice behind me and smile.
Turning to face him, my hand still on the door handle holding the door wide open, I smile.
“I’m a family. I’m pregnant,” I whisper, trying my hardest to laugh at my insane joke. The effects of the drink I downed a few moments ago is starting to make my body buzz and make me say things I normally wouldn’t.
His face turns white and I realize what I just said. Stupid alcohol!
“You’re not,” he says quietly, all confidence from earlier gone.
“Ha! No. Not for me.”
“Okay… so my question still stands. You plan on using that big old bathroom all by yourself?” His grin sets me off and I know exactly what he’s doing.
“Looks like it,” I say as I slowly bite my lip and glide my fingers down my neck.
His jaw clenches and he starts slowing shaking his head. When his eyes flick back to his table, more than likely to see if anyone is watching him, I turn and slip into the bathroom. I make it in, but the door doesn’t close behind me. Not until he’s standing inside with me, locking it, and turning to face me.
“What’re you doing?” I ask feeling the effects of my drinks more and more as I stand in front of him. Or is that just the effect he has on me? I’m not sure, but either way I need to lean on something. I back up against the wall farthest from the door and smile, realizing there’s a counter for me to sit on. Sweet! I hop up and sit, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. His eyes have darkened and his expression more menacing than it was out in the hallway, out in public.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he grinds out as he slowly walks towards me and spreads my legs to stand in between them. Thank God I wore a loose skirt tonight or this would be incredibly awkward. Taking my right leg, he extends it to inspect the red heels Gabby let me borrow. “Very nice,” he purrs as his hand slowly lets my leg drop and he brings his gaze back to mine.
“Thank you,” I smile and sigh as his hands start rubbing my thighs. Gently, he massages my legs and his lips come close to my ear.
“I can’t stop thinking about how you looked last night. How you felt and reacted to me with your ass on display for me. The only thing you had on were those damn heels. I can’t get you out of my mind,” his breath is warm on my ear, making every part of me light up with electricity and need. “Problem is, I see you here tonight with these sexy heels on and think, ‘Damn, now I have to have her in those heels, too,’ so here I am. And you know what I’ve decided?” his lips connect right behind my ear and waves of pleasure start rolling through me.
“What’s that?” I manage to get out as he attacks my most sensual spots making me gasp.
“I want to fuck you in every pair of heels you own,” he growls then bites down on my collarbone.
I gasp then smile when he plants kisses all around the fresh bite.
“Mmm... really?” I kid and he nips my earlobe making me squirm from the need for more friction between my legs. “These aren’t my heels, though,” I smile and he backs up to look at me, seriously.
“Then I’d very much like to buy you every pair of 'fuck me' heels in Chicago, then do you in them, and nothing more. Preferably up against the glass window in my top floor penthouse.”
That kills every piece of desire I had for him. That one dumb, stuffy comment.
“Does that really work?!” I push him back, astounded that I almost fell for his lame ass line and him throwing his money in my face like that. “Is that all it takes to get one of your nameless bimbos back to your place? Throwing your money around like that?”
Why am I suddenly so mad?
“What?” he asks, his voice full of confusion, but I don’t stop t
here.
“You know, I’m glad I fucked you when I was drunk. It was amazing but I’d never do someone as stuck up as you in my right mind. Either get some class or get some new lines. I’d hate to know the number of women you’ve actually fucked against that window.” I shutter in disgust and grab my purse, prying myself away from the beautiful man currently staring at me like I’m nuts.
“You’ve got me wrong, Annaliese,” he growls gripping gently onto my wrist before I make it to the door. “Give me a shot. Just me and you. Exclusive. What do you say?” His eyes are begging me and the heat radiating from our connection is making me so hot my panties are soaked, but I pull my arm back and force a laugh.
“Me and you… and half the population of Chicago,” I whisper shaking my head, then leave the bathroom before realizing I completely forgot to pee.
“Crap,” I say and sneak into the women’s bathroom before he’s able to walk out and back to his table.
I can’t believe I let myself get wrapped up in him. My father has warned me to stay away from him. He told me that he’s just a no good cheater. His poor wife was left with nothing after he apparently cheated on her multiple times with multiple people. Grade-A asshole. I almost let him seduce me for a second night in a row. I’ll blame last night on being drunk and not really knowing who he was, other than some insanely good looking gentleman who helped walk me home. Now that I know who he is, however, I’m going to be more careful. My body is still screaming for him, but my mind is currently winning.
Would I have liked to screw him in the bathroom just now? Sure! What girl would give up a chance to be with Mr. Chicago, especially two nights in a row? Apparently I would, and I did. Washing my hands, I smile at my reflection.
I’ve come a long way from the chubby, awkward teenager phase I went through. Now the dark hair, side-swept bangs, and perfectly applied makeup fits me perfectly. Heck, I surprise myself sometimes at how put together I actually look. There are plenty of men out there that are good enough for me, I just have to find them.
I sigh and wash my hands, taking a breath before leaving the bathroom. I keep my eyes down and walk back to our table without looking around. It takes everything I have not to see if he’s in his chair at his table, but I don’t.
Sitting back down, Gabby leans over to me and smiles.
“Have fun in there?” she grins and I see her eyes flick towards Adam’s table.
“Stop. Please,” I whine grabbing my water and downing it in a few gulps.
“I’m not sure, but it looks like you two went into the same bathroom and came out looking incredibly flustered,” she says, her eyebrows raised and grin plastered on her face.
“Gab, drop it. Nothing happened.” She doesn’t know he’s the man from last night, and I’d like it to stay that way.
“Fine, leave a girl hanging,” she huffs and straightens herself in her seat, sipping her drink and looking my way every few seconds.
The rest of dinner is uneventful. What started out as such a great evening quickly became torture when I realized I couldn’t look straight ahead without seeing him in my peripheral vision. The one time I glanced over at his table, his arm was draped over the back of that woman’s chair. The woman who was so beautiful it was hard for me to look away. Why would he follow me to the bathroom, why would he pursue me like he did when he has someone like that wrapped around his pinky finger?
“Who’s up for shots?” I hear one of the girls in our group yell and roll my eyes.
Some of us have grown up and grown out of the ‘go out and get shitfaced every night of the week’ part of college. Others in our group are still getting there. This girl, Magan, I think her name is, is dating Chad. So far tonight, she’s been incredibly annoying. From whining about her new Audi that her parents bought her not having the right color leather, to complaining that her shoes don’t match her dress perfectly. So freaking annoying. I’m not sure what Chad sees in her.
“Maybe she has a golden pussy,” Gabby leans over and whispers in my ear, reading my thoughts.
I laugh and shake my head. “Be nice,” I warn.
“What? You had that look. I can’t stand her either,” she says, then groans and stands. “Alright you youngins’! I’m out. Let’s go, Ann. This bitch needs her beauty sleep before her interviews tomorrow.” She grabs my arm and helps me up as we walk out the front door.
Her mention of a job hunt makes me nervous of never finding something that I truly enjoy doing. The state of Illinois isn’t the best place to go into education right now and if I don’t end up in a classroom, I’m not sure what I’ll do.
We sit in silence in the back of the car the whole ride home. Something’s bothering her. She normally wouldn’t have called it a night so early, especially when we already had plans of going out after dinner. Between the two of us, she’s surprisingly the more socially active one. Sure, I have my fair share of nights out, but Gab used to go out every single night of the week. Leaving this early, before the party even starts, makes me think something’s really wrong with her.
We get back to our apartment and she silently heads straight to her room to change. I follow her in and sit on her bed, waiting for her to finish changing to try and talk to her. I’ve been best friends with Gab for years. Ever since we started college together. She’s always been the free love type of woman, never showing a care in the world of what people think of her exploits. I know she has a past she doesn’t like to talk about, so I’ve never pushed. She has her bad days, but mostly she’s a great person just trying to find herself. The fact that her mood tonight’s been all over the place kind of worries me, though.
“Hey, doll. You wanna talk?” I say gently as she moves towards her bed to lay down. Just a few hours ago she was ready to go out and party the night away. Now all she wants to do is go to sleep.
She sighs and rolls over in her bed to face me.
“I think it just hit me tonight, you know? We’re not in school anymore. We have all these responsibilities and shit. You’re gonna find a great job somewhere, and I’ll end up working at some firm I hate, making way too much money than I know is good for me. And for what?”
“What are you talking about, Gab?”
“I mean.... Everything just came on so fast. Everything’s changing, and I’m scared you'll leave me. Now with you pulling away tonight and not telling me everything about this man from last night, it’s starting. I can see it.”
I sigh and roll to my back staring up at the earth toned drapes she has hanging above her bed. She’s right. We share everything.
“I’m sorry, Gabby,” I whisper. I don’t want to tell her, but I feel like I have to.
“What’s wrong with you today, Annie? You don’t have one night stands, you don’t take random people home, and you always talk to me.”
“Don’t start sounding like the jealous best friend, Gab. I just can’t. I....”
“Was it him?”
“Who?”
“Mr. Chicago. That’s why you let him in the bathroom so easily tonight, isn’t it?” Her eyes light up waiting for my reaction.
“Uh....” I sit up, giving away too much shock from her question.
“I knew it! I knew it was him! Shit, Annie, you fucked Mr. Chicago!?!” She jolts up in bed, suddenly wide awake and ready to talk.
“Gabby, stop, you have to—”
“You have to tell me everything!”
“Gab, are you sure you’re okay? You just went from super sad to super animated in no time flat.” Her weird behavior is worrying me. I know her mom has a history of mood swings. I think she said at one time she was bi-polar, but I can’t remember now. All I know is that I’ve now seen three different sides of Gabby in the last hour and that’s a lot of dramatic swings.
“I’m fine, bitch. Now spill.” Her eyes are pleading with mine and I sigh.
“You can’t tell anyone, Gab. If word got back to my dad, I’d be dead. Jesus, I was so drunk. He was so amazing. But then tonight, whe
n he followed me into the bathroom? Total ass. Completely self-absorbed, only worried about throwing his money around,” I sigh and roll to my side to face her. “It kind of sucks. He was so freaking good in bed. But then he had to open his mouth.”
She laughs and shakes her head at me.
“My Annie. A notch on Mr. Chicago’s beaten and battered headboard,” she says grinning, as she slaps my leg. “I can’t believe you weren’t going to tell me!”
“I couldn’t! I didn’t even know who the guy from last night was until it all clicked at the restaurant tonight. And no, we didn’t do it in the bathroom. He fed me some line about his penthouse and the mood was immediately killed.”
She starts to laugh, then continues on her mad questioning skills. We spend all night dishing about the most eligible bachelor in the city of Chicago. It’s great just getting to spend time with her. This last semester has been so busy for both of us that we haven’t had bonding time like this in months.
“I’m glad we came home tonight instead of going out,” I tell her honestly.
“Me too. I missed you, bitch.” She then continues to push me completely out of her bed, leaving me laughing on the floor at her insane antics. “Now get out. I meant what I said about my beauty sleep. Some of us don’t get it as naturally as you do.”
“Funny. Night, ho. Love ya,” I smile and laugh as I start to walk out of her room.
“Love ya, bitch.” She smiles and closes her eyes.
Heading back to my room, I grab my phone on my way seeing a few missed calls and texts from the couple of hours I was away in Gabby’s room. Jesus, who needs me this badly? And why didn’t they just call Gabby? Everyone who knows us knows we live together.
The first one I open is from my mom, asking about dinner this weekend. I text her back that I’ll be there and make a mental note to freshen up the color of my hair and nails before meeting with her. She’s always been so judgmental. I don’t want to give her any more reasons to pick at me.