by Mia Ford
“Look at yourself and tell me what was going to happen.” He glanced down to where he had unbuttoned his pants, but the zipper still remained intact. “I’m sure that somebody with your intellect can put two and two together.” I saw that look on his face and I walked backward down the hall towards the bathroom.
“Please don’t tell me that I passed out before we could do the dance with no pants” That was a crude way of describing it, but it was essentially exactly as he said it was. “I get the feeling that I was a bit more anxious than you were expecting. I don’t even know what to say about my behavior. I can see from the smile on your face that you’re not complaining. Why would you when you got what you wanted and left me high and dry.” There was no way that he was going to get away with making me the bad guy.
With a purpose, I walked over to where he had broken my window and showed him exhibit A. “I’m not saying that what you did wasn’t fun, but what about my window? I’m going to have to pay for that out of my own pocket. A lumbering idiot tried to put his hands on me? I’m glad that you didn’t try to force anything, or you might have gotten a well-placed knee where it would do the most damage.” He was holding his head with one hand and that cup of coffee with the other. He came over and surveyed the damage before reaching into his jacket for his pocketbook.
“I made this mess and I should be expected to pay for it.” That wasn’t what I had in mind. He had more than made up for it by making me moan incessantly. I don’t think that I had ever screamed that loud in my life. It was a testament to his prowess in the bedroom. I didn’t get to find out if what I had felt was real. That was some interesting hardware that he was carrying around with him.
“There’s no reason to do that. I can certainly afford to fix my own window and I don’t need a man to take care of me.” I didn’t mean to be defensive, but I’d come a long way to insert my own independence and I wasn’t going to allow anybody to take it away from me.
“I can see that you’re one of those progressive girls that need to stand up on her 2-feet. I was just trying to help and I do hope that you didn’t take it the wrong way.” I walked over to him and ruffled his hair. I did not find that he was fussy enough to try to fix it.
“If it’s all the same to you, let me handle my business. I’m sure that your mother is worried about you not coming home last night. You might want to give her a call and tell her that you spent the night at a friend’s house. If I were you, I wouldn’t mention what we did. I doubt that you would, but I have no idea how open you are with your mother about your sex life.” It was just a nice little jab at his masculinity. I wanted him to think that I thought of him as a mama’s boy.
“I don’t mean to be eating and running, but I do have a place to be.” His underlying meaning was clear and he was referring to quite crassly about giving me pleasure. “I’ve already called a taxi and I really didn’t want to disturb you. You obviously needed your beauty sleep. I mean…you needed to be well rested and I was going to slip out without saying anything. Don’t worry; I know how stupid that was.” I was still feeling the effects of him exploring my flesh. I’d already noticed that there were marks on the inside of my thighs from the way that he was pressing his fingernails into my body.
“You should take the coffee with you. You need it way more than I do. I could use a vitamin C shot.” He was way ahead of me and had the orange juice already poured. He reached back and grabbed it and put it into my hand. The cool surface of the glass was a welcome relief.
“I do believe that I’m going to take you up on your offer. I don’t know if it’s too early, but I would really like to see you again for supper tonight. This time, I would like you to come over to my place and I’ll cook for you. Believe me, I don’t do that for any other girl and you should consider what that means. Do you have any requests, or can I surprise you like you did with me at Antonio’s?” I was actually quite fond of a man cooking for me. I was hoping that he would wear just an apron and nothing more, but maybe that was asking for too much.
“I think that I can manage to be there for 7:00 PM. I didn’t like the way that you went about last night, but the results are undeniable. You have a gift and one that I hope that you will never share with anybody ever again. That might sound obsessive, but you brought it on yourself. All that I know is that you made me cum too many times to count. They blended in with one another and it was a never ending log ride of pleasure.” I took the coffee from his hands, drinking half of it and then placing it back where it was.
“I don’t see you being the one that is suffering from a hangover. I know that I did this to myself, but I think that everything worked out in the end. We have something here that I would like to try and make into something lasting. I don’t know if that is even possible and I’ve never done anything like this before. This is new territory and I’m going to need your hand to show me the way.” He was the kind of man that was the perfect combination of strength and vulnerability.
“What you are asking is impossible.” I saw the confusion on his face and I was going to have to explain. “I’m exactly like you. I thought at one time that I had found somebody to care for, but I was just settling for second best. We are going to be the blind leading the blind. I’m sure that between the two of us we can figure this out. I’ve known a lot of men that get drunk and do stupid things. They either get too hands on, get silly or angry. What you did last night was make me forget about all of them. There’s a part of me that wants you to continue to drink if that is the way that you’re going to act. I can’t in good conscience do that, but I don’t see any reason why we can’t indulge.” I did enjoy having a few drinks to loosen up and I didn’t want him to go cold Turkey.
“I don’t have a problem if that is what you’re thinking. You’ve met my mother and anybody that meets her usually ends up drinking themselves into a stupor. Living with that tension all of these years has made it impossible for me to have a normal relationship with my parents. I will say one thing and they did give me an appreciation for wine. I have my own small wine cellar. Don’t get too excited, because it’s not that special. I do have a few interesting bottles that you might find to your liking. I’ll have something nice for dinner.” He was at the door and I was reaching out about to tell him everything, but then there was nothing.
I watched him leave; feeling like such an idiot and knowing that I had allowed Lillian to hold this secret hostage over me.
I went to the window with my hand on the glass. It was a good thing that he had only broken one pane. It probably would’ve cost a whole lot more to replace the window than just one small square of glass. I made a few phone calls and finally found one company that was willing to do a rush job for a price.
I called the office and told them that I was going to be late and that I had to take care of something. My boss Wendell was not exactly happy, but he knew that I was the one that was bringing in all the money. There was no way that he was going to bite the hand that fed him and kept him living high on the hog.
I had made up my mind that I was going to tell him everything at dinner. He would probably hate me, throw things and yell, but it was a risk that I was willing to take. I kept thinking about what Lillian had said and how her plans stemmed from me keeping him from learning the truth. After tonight, I was either going to have him on my side or as an enemy.
If I was going to drop this bombshell in his lap, then I was going to have to do something to make it easy to swallow. That mesh outfit was on underneath my clothing. It made me feel naughty to be wearing something so decadent that it was going to knock his socks off. I decided on a black leather dress. It was form fitting and molded to my considerable curves perfectly. I was not taking any chances. I had to let him know that my interest was more than just the job.
I was feeling pretty good about myself. The window was fixed and I had sold three cars in the span of 3-hours because they kept saying that there was something about me that made it hard to resist. It could’ve been t
he glow of innocence, or it could’ve been those naughty thoughts that I had about Marshall that kept my best feature on high beams. It was not exactly easy to keep those tendencies to myself.
They bled out in ways that included hard nipples that drew the attention of men and women alike. I hardly had to do anything to convince them to buy. That seductive glance came from the way that he had consumed me. My body was screaming sex. Wendell was ecstatic and actually, gave me a fair sized bonus and one week off paid vacation. I told him that I was going to take it immediately and that I had my eye on this certain ski chalet that I’d always wanted to stay in.
I had made arrangements and was hoping that Marshall was going to join me, but I was putting the cart before the horse. Whatever the hell that meant. I was hoping that he would listen to reason and that we could run away together. It was a little girls’ fairy tale dream. It was something that I’d thought about several times since meeting him but never was able to pull the trigger.
I was standing at his door remembering the last time that I had graced his doorstep and how badly it had gone. I half expected him to have company, but this time it was different. Opening the door, I found him wearing an impeccable suit with no tie. In his hand were a bottle of wine and two long stemmed glasses.
“I don’t think that it’s legal for you to look like that. I’m sure that you had a lot of guys looking at you on the way over here.” He was probably right, but I really wasn’t thinking about them. I was playing over the conversation that was going to turn into a heated argument with a few choice words.
“I have to say that you do clean up well.” He was shaved, showered and smelling like a million bucks. I loved the cut of the blue suit. I had no problem looking at the outline of his package and licking my lips with a desire to quench my thirst. It would’ve been so easy to push him into doing something that was more likely to make him listen to me. I could give him lip service, shower him with affection and then when he was suitably satiated, I could tell him everything that I had on my mind.
That was the coward’s way out, but it would’ve been so pleasurable and at least I could say that I had returned the favor for last night.
“Let me take your jacket. Dinner will be ready shortly. We can enjoy a glass of wine and talk before dinner. I have a few things to say that were left unsaid last night. I wasn’t just saying those words because I thought that you needed to hear them.” He slipped my jacket from around my shoulders and I heard him gasp with seeing the dress that I was wearing. He moved my hair away from my neck; took a whiff of my womanly scent and then lightly touched the tip of his tongue to the nape of my neck. I thought that I was going to collapse into his arms. I managed to control myself for the time being.
“I want you to know that these moments these last few days have been the happiest of my life.” I was preparing the scene, trying my best to pull the band-aid off slowly and not startle him like a wounded animal.
“I know when I started to have real feelings for you. It was when you leaped out of the plane and screamed at the top of your lungs. I saw how willing you were to take that leap of faith and it hit me right where it mattered. You scared me and I know that I didn’t act appropriately. I could’ve handled that a whole lot better, but I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. They were new to me and there’s no way that I could express to you all of that.” He opened the wine and we sat down in his living room where I remembered putting my head on his shoulder.
It was comfortable and serene. There didn’t seem to be anything that could break up this feeling like we were supposed to be together forever.
“I appreciate what you have to say, Marshall, but there’s more to it than you realize. I should have told you a long time ago, but I was cowardly. I may seem strong and confident, but underneath, I still have moments where I’m not the person that you think I am.” I was saying the words, but I still hadn’t gotten to the point of the conversation.
The ding of the stove interrupted my thoughts. He took my hand and we went into the dining room. Everything was perfect. He even pulled out my chair, letting me sit down and then retreating to his own side of the table. We were eye to eye. He lifted the lid of each dish. I could smell the aroma of the Italian pasta, garlic bread and this freshly made ravioli that had me looking at him with surprise.
“My grandmother, god rest her soul, taught me some of the finer things of Italian cooking. I sat at her feet and I learned from the master how to make my own pasta. I think that you’ll agree that it is better than the store bought variety. She always said that everything tastes better made with love.” I was feeling claustrophobic like the walls were closing in on me. I quickly took the glass of wine and downed it in one swallow.
I had a few bites, but I really couldn’t think about food at a time like this. It was delicious and I had to recognize that he had gone out of his way to make this evening special. I had to steel myself for what I was about to say. I knew that I would have the wrath of Lillian down on top of me. I didn’t care anymore and my feelings surpassed any danger that might befall me.
“I’m going to have to say this before I lose my nerve. I was hired by Lillian, Tina, and Julia to make you fall in love with me. They wanted me to break your heart, stomp on it and then leave you to pick up the pieces. I thought that was the extent of it, but Lillian has had it out for you from the moment that you stopped seeing her. She doesn’t just want to break your heart, but she wants to ruin you and leave you penniless.” I could see that the evening had taken an ugly turn. The expression on his face was a mask of euphoria. It was replaced with contempt.
“I’m going to ask you very nicely to leave.” His tone was neutral, but his anger was right there driving like a knife through me by the look in his eyes.
“I need you to listen to me.” That was the last thing that I should have said. He took a long and drawn out breath and slammed down his hand so hard onto the table that the food and the plates lifted at least a foot in the air. They came back down with a resounding rattle of glass and cutlery.
“I think that you have said more than enough. You must’ve been laughing behind my back this entire time watching me fall needlessly and hopelessly in love with you. If it’s any consolation, you are very good at your job. You do know that you’re not much better than those hookers on the street that sell their wares to those with money. You used me for money and I do hope that your payday was worth it.” He wasn’t letting me explain. I didn’t blame him for his hurt feelings, but I had to do something to soothe those troubled waters.
“I’m not leaving here until you hear me…ouch…you’re hurting me.” He had grabbed my wrist and had come around from the other side of the table to lift me to my feet by my arms. I thought that he was going to strike me. He dragged me to the door and threw my coat in my face.
“I can’t stand to look at you. I can’t believe that I was so stupid to let you in. It was my own fault and I guess from your point of view I had this coming. Get out before I do something that we both regret.” There was no point in arguing and his mind was already made up.
I stood at his door trying to come up with the right words and there was really nothing that I could say in my own defense. I had taken the job and I was more than happy to rip his heart from his chest and let him suffer the indignity of having it displayed for the entire world. I had no idea what I was going to do about Lillian, but getting away from the city and my problems was the only thing that came to mind.
“I’ll go, but not until I tell you that everything…” The door slammed in my face and I was left shivering not from the cold but from the icy reception that I had received. I called him, letting it ring and getting his voicemail before leaving a message. I didn’t know if he would listen to it from the beginning to the end. I had to tell him that everything was not a lie. I told him that I was going away and that I wouldn’t be back for a week. I poured out my heart in that message. It was less than a minute before the phone signaled that m
y time had reached its limit.
I heard the scream and it made me stop in my tracks on the sidewalk. He wasn’t keeping it bottled up. I wanted to run back into his arms. I wanted to give him my hot embrace and that feeling of undying love coming from my heart. I knew that he was in no shape or any condition to hear it. It was better that I get some distance from him and as well from Lillian.
I was kicking myself. I should’ve waited to tell him the truth until after dinner and possibly dessert that would be served hot under the covers. I got into my car, slamming the door and then my hands down onto the steering wheel in that order. I breathed deeply, finally composing myself long enough to drive away and look into my rearview mirror. I could only hope that was not the last time that I was going to see him. He was blind with rage, but maybe in time, he would see that my feelings for him were true.
I still had no idea what I was going to do about Lillian and the obvious betrayal that she would feel when she saw her work unravel in front of her eyes. I was more upset that I had hurt Marshall than I was about Lillian coming after me. I would go to the mountains in a secluded area, wallow in my self-pity and try to come to terms with what I’d done.
LUST
BOOK 3
LUST (BOOK 3)
Heart on the run
Gillian West had what she considered a good life, but then everything changed when three women came to require her services. It seemed like such a simple idea of going after a man that was known for playing the field. Her job was simple. She had to seduce him with her body, break him down with psychological torture and then humiliate him for the world to see. She thought that she knew what she was doing, but she had no idea who was playing puppet master. Lillian had turned out to be more of the mastermind where she wanted more than just revenge. What Gillian wasn’t counting on was learning more about Marshall. What she wasn’t ready for was telling him the truth and then having her heart shattered by his hurtful words. She goes to a cabin, a recluse away from the rest of the world and yet there still doesn’t seem to be a way for her to run far enough.