Blind Date

by Brenda Ford

  But it seems that I don’t need to. The silence is enough for Daniel to take a step higher than me. I’m left weak at the knees and barely able to move as he roughly yanks my cotton panties to one side, and he plunges his fingers deeply in to me. He steals the air from my lungs and sends my head spinning with desire.

  “Oh fuck.” He thrusts his fingers over and over again. I don’t know if I can stand it. I guess he really must be the play boy that his reputation suggests about him because he sure as hell knows how to work my body. That probably should disgust me and turn me off him, but in the heat of the moment it makes me feel phenomenal. I don’t need to give him any guidance or tell him what to do because he just knows what I need.

  Just as I start to get used to the rhythm of his fucking fingers, Daniel steals the air out of my lungs again by whipping my panties down hard. They hit my ankles way before I am ready for it, and its only instinct that has me kicking them off entirely. I don’t even look to see where they go, I’m focused only on him.

  God, as I spin around to kiss Daniel again, I find myself lost in those beautiful green eyes of his. I have always wondered what people see in him since I have always seen him as an asshole, but now I get it. There is a real beauty to him, a sexy manliness which has every inch of me in flames. He is surprisingly hot as fuck.

  “Follow me,” I whisper with a wiggle of my finger, needing to steal a little bit of the control back. I can see as his gaze slackens that I have a bit of power over him which is good. I am seducing him perfectly. I wiggle my hips and slowly slide my skirt down as I edge towards my bedroom, loving the way that his face lights up with glee the more of myself that I show to him. It’s been far too long since someone saw me as sexy, since someone made me feel like a goddess, and I am absolutely intoxicated by it. This is an addictive sensation that I can’t resist wanting more of. I crave that look, I need those eyes to keep on looking at me, I want more. So much more.

  “Where are we going?” he rasps as I unbutton my blouse slowly, teasingly. “God, you look good.”

  I’m overly pleased with myself because while there are moments when it seems like he is completely in control, there are definitely seconds when I have all the power as well. We shift it back and forth between us and I am enjoying that a lot. It’s fun to keep the balancing tilting and shifting at all times so I don’t know where we stand. It’s exciting and keeps me on my toes. I need that more than I knew.

  Once inside the bedroom, I drop my blouse on the floor and unhook my bra. As it flutters to the floor, I might be the only one who is fully naked, but his eyes are all over me. I love it. He’s drinking in the sight of my breasts and my rock-hard nipples like they are the best thing to ever cross his eye lids. Now he’s a mess.

  “Well, I am naked for you,” I declare with a one shouldered shrug. “Time for you to do the same thing.”

  I lean back on the bed sheets and prop myself up on to my elbows to watch him. To his credit, Daniel plays along with exactly what I want, and he does a strip tease for me. I toss my head back and laugh every time he has fun with it, enjoying this far more than any sexual encounter that has come before. Weirdly, even though we have only hated one another up until this point, it feels like we have a good friendship base underneath it all. It feels natural and fun which is something that I have never had before with any boyfriend and sexual partner.

  I forget that we haven’t even had sex yet. Well, I do until he whips his top off and I see the intense set of muscles that he’s hiding underneath. I already suspected as much, but now seeing him naked and in the flesh, I have flutters tearing all the way through my body. I am a puddle for him, a mess on this bed.

  “Woah,” I gasp, unable to contain myself, even less so when his trousers come down. I can see his massive bulge in his boxers already and he is massive. I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and keep the intense passion inside. His body is incredible, he looks like a God damn model or something. I don’t have to like him to know that he looks freaking amazing. “Fucking hell, Daniel. Where have you been hiding yourself?”

  A cheeky grin spreads across his face but he doesn’t give me any answers. Instead he crawls across the bed towards me like a predator coming to consume his prey. He wants to eat me alive and damn it, I am going to let him. I roll my hips and arch my back, pressing myself against him, really letting him feel me.

  The next time that he kisses me, I can feel his cock teasing my entrance and it feels utterly phenomenal. I want him inside of me already, but Daniel is pressing something in to my hand, reminding me that we need to be careful. Knowing that I need to tear open this condom and roll it over him, I decide to take control of the situation once more. I grab on to Daniel’s hips and flip him over until I am sitting on top of him, straddling him, ripping the condom open with my teeth to cover his cock. He lies back with his eyes all over my body as I slide the latex over him, stroking him a few times to get used to the sensation of his length between my fingers.

  A low groan emits from my chest, it growls and explodes from my body, making Daniel shudder and smirk. I’m sure that he wants to make some kind of smart assed remark, but he can’t because I have his cock in my hand and I’m making him feel phenomenal. I’m sending him close to the edge already.

  “I want you.” Hearing him admit that makes my heart sing. He has cracked and admitted that he wants me which makes me feel phenomenal. I don’t hold back any longer, mostly because I can’t, and I climb over him until he is at my entrance once more. I smile and slide down on to him, hitting all the right spots as I do. Then I press my hands to Daniel’s chest to keep him exactly where I want him while I ride him hard. I am greedily hunting for my own pleasure, barely thinking about his but it doesn’t seem to matter because he is grunting with joy anyway. I watch his face contort with bliss as I pick up the pace to send myself spinning with glee.

  “Fuck,” I cry out, tossing my head back as the pressure builds inside of me. “Fuck, Daniel…”

  I shouldn’t be feeling this way with a man that I hate, with someone who doesn’t treat women with respect, and is only interested in the next notch on his bed post, which I suppose I am now, but he’s dragging me under the waters of pleasure with him. I can feel the orgasm coming for me and I’m not sure that I’m ready for it…

  Oh, but when it hits, I know for sure that I could never be ready for something like this. It’s intense, overwhelming, and completely shatters through my system in the most powerful way possible. I have never had pleasure like it before, it’s never been so intense, I never want it to end.

  Daniel flips me over until he is on top and he thrusts a few more times until he comes as well, and I kiss him to swallow up his screams. There is something strangely electric about all of this, something so exciting that I don’t know where it could lead. It’s weirdly exciting but scary as well.

  Chapter 7 – Daniel

  I rub my eyes hard, trying to get rid of the sleep as the morning light streams through the window, disturbing me. I’m sure that my alarm should have gone off by now for me to get to work, but it hasn’t which is weird. Maybe I forgot to put it on charge or something so the battery is dead. It does feel like I might have had one too many to drink last night which isn’t a good sign. I don’t want to be late, so I better get up soon…

  What the hell? It has taken me a few moments to realize that the reason I must not have charged my cell phone is because I’m not at home. I must have picked someone up last night in my drunken haze and I have broken my own sleep over rule which is stupid. I never sleep over at a woman’s house, it’s wild.

  I turn over gently to see who is sleeping beside me. I am hoping desperately that she’s asleep and a deep enough for me to sneak out of here without an awkward conversation to follow. But it’s the moment that my eyes connect with the lying down body beside me that everything comes rushing back in one fell swoop.

  Gemma… the date… the pictures… the drink, all the drink, and then sex. Oh God, mi
nd blowing sex. Hate sex, I suppose in the strangest way possible. It didn’t feel like hate sex at the time, more like really passionate friends hooking up and realizing that we are supposed to be together… not that it can be that way.

  “Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I slide out of the bed. Now I really need to get out of here without disturbing her. I can’t have any kind of conversation with Gemma, she is too much. We hate one another and always have done. I don’t see how one drunken hook up can change that. I need to just leave. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  Thankfully, my clothes are all in a heap in the corner of Gemma’s room, not like hers which are everywhere so I can grab them quickly and I escape the room, making sure that I click the door quietly shut. I know that I am not safe though, not until I get out of here entirely. I throw everything on rapidly, barely looking at what I’m doing, with my heart racing in my throat, and I half run towards the door. I don’t even want to know where my head was at last night, I must have been away with the fucking fairies, on some other planet, making a real mess of a situation that it already a complete and utter state. Me and Gemma have always hated one another, we are business rivals and that isn’t ever going to change, so how did we end up in such a state last night?

  Since I’m not near the office, I call myself a cab and thankfully it turns up very quickly. I jump in to the back seat and breathe out a sigh of relief. The further away I get from Gemma, the better as far as I am concerned. I’m sure that she will be relieved to see me gone as well. I am utterly certain that she doesn’t have anything to say to me either. Last night was just a blip in our otherwise very straight forward history. Never to be thought of again.

  I lean my boiling hot head against the ice-cold window to try and calm myself down as I move. I know that I won’t be alone this weekend in the office, we really are as busy as I told Gemma and there are people working overtime to get things done, so I will have to talk and I want to be in order as I do. Or at least as much as I can be since I am the boss. Perhaps really, I should go home first and get myself all prepared, but I don’t want that time alone. I don’t want to think about anything that has happened. It’s too much.

  I just need to get work and throw myself in to that. That’s where I feel most comfortable and happiest as well. Once I get my head in the game then all of this will be a distant memory. I can put Gemma out of my mind and never think about it again. Never think about her again. I just want to go back to hating her where everything is comfortable. I don’t want to even consider her body because it’s too much for me.

  But as I step in to the office, I immediately get a strange feeling like everything isn’t going to be normal. No one is acting like they normally do and there is a big hush floating through the air. It’s almost as if everyone saw me with Gemma last night and now it is big gossip. I don’t think that I have ever been the center of office gossip before and I really don’t want to be right now. Not at the worst time, when I’m feeling like shit… but I suppose that’s just how gossip works, isn’t it? It’s there to take people down when they are at their lowest ebb.

  “Oh, boss.” Rebecca runs over to me as soon as she sees me, making me feel a little better. At least she is still talking to me and not acting like I have grown an extra head or something. “Last night went well then? You got some good publicity from that charity date. I told you it would go well.”

  “Huh?” I narrow my eyes curiously at her wondering what I have clearly missed here.

  “Online. The charity organizer posted some pictures of the two of you and it looks really good. You guys look like you had a lot of chemistry which is awesome. It definitely makes you seem more human.”

  I open and close my mouth a couple of times, trying to think of a response, but I don’t have anything. Instead, I end up following her silently over to the computer to see what pictures she is talking about and I am immediately blown away. There are photographs of the charity sponsored events that have happened so far which all look really awesome… including the images of me and Gemma. Weirdly, despite the fact that I know we were arguing, I can see what people mean. It really does look like we have good chemistry. If I didn’t know the truth about us, then I could easily get sucked in to the fantasy that me and her could have something going on.

  “Oh, right.” I don’t know what to say. I need to step away from this computer now. “I see.”

  “So, did you have fun?” Rebecca wiggles her eyebrows at me. “It looks like you did.”

  “It was… okay.” This isn’t supposed to be happening so soon. I should have time in between the night and the back lash from it to form where my head is at. It seems that I’m not getting that at all. “I have to get to work.”

  I feel like my feet are barely touching the ground as I walk, like all eyes are upon me and I am floating because of that but not in a good way. Like it’s dreamlike but with a black cloud hanging over my head. I probably shouldn’t have come here, maybe I would be better being at home and away from the world, perhaps some time to think is exactly what I need, but it’s a bit late for that now. I am stuck here, and I need to act.

  I get in to my office and try and answer some emails but in the end, I find myself drawn to the website with the pictures on it. I need to see it for myself and when I don’t have prying eyes surrounding me. Annoyingly. The pictures look even more intense when I am on my own and so do the comments underneath. It seems that everyone in business in this city is interested in this potential romance and what it might mean. People are even curious as to whether or not we will merge the companies which is ridiculous. As if that is even close to happening. Honestly. People are idiots. I almost want to type something back to everyone to let them know that they are way off track, but I know how gossip works enough to understand that is adding fuel to the fire. I don’t need that. The best thing that I can do is hold my head up high and ignore it until it all goes away.

  “It will go away,” I reassure myself, even if the hang over is making it feel much more heightened than it actually is. “It will go and there will be nothing to worry about. Everything is going to be fine.”

  The quieter I try to be all morning long, the more the gossip seems to ignite. I am doing to opposite to what should set it off, but it seems to be making it a million times worse. I don’t know what I can so. There have been so many times in which I have nearly exploded but I have just about kept it inside. For now… but now I can hear people discussing my clothing, knowing that I have stayed out all night long, and I can’t handle it any longer.

  “I’m going,” I gasp to Rebecca as I stalk passed her, knowing that if I let any more words out, I will erupt like a fucking volcano and make messy lava everywhere, wrecking the atmosphere in the company that I have worked so hard to build. “I have some things that I need to get done at home, okay?”

  “Sure,” she replies breezily after me, acting like she hasn’t been talking about me as well. I haven’t heard her directly, but I have no doubt that she has been. “I will call you if we need you.”

  I don’t have my car with me which is God damn annoying and means another cab ride until I can relax but as soon as I am indoors, in my own space, and immediately in the shower, I start to feel a little bit better. Sure, things might seem like the end of the world right now, but it really isn’t that bad. People do a lot worse and it doesn’t damage their reputation and business. Just because people can see a bit of chemistry in those pictures it doesn’t mean they know what happened between me and Gemma. Not for sure anyway, and I’m certain that just like me she will want to forget all about it so it will simply die away.

  In a weird way, I kinda want to talk to her to see where her head is at, just to confirm that we are on the same page of course. Just to know that she still hates me as much as she always did and that me and her head is scrambled as well but I don’t have her phone number. Why would I? We haven’t ever spoken before.

  “Never mind,” I hiss to myself. “It doesn’t matter. None of
this does. I just need to forget about it all.”

  Once I’m washed and dressed once more, I grab my laptop and flop on to my couch, prepared to work from home with a much cooler head. I also flick on the TV to have some noise in the background. In the end, I find myself watching TV more than working but it’s certainly better being here alone rather than surrounded by other people and knowing that they are all talking about me. I just hope that something dramatic happens soon to take the focus off of me and Gemma. That would be ideal.

  Chapter 8 – Gemma

  “What the fuck?” I grab a pillow and toss it on to the floor hard as I realize what is going on here. “What the actual fuck? This is seriously messed up. How can he just treat me like a piece of meat?”

  I don’t know if I am annoyed about Daniel and his, admittedly expected, treatment of me by running out after we have had sex since he is a notorious play boy, or if I’m angry at myself for being stupid enough to become one of the notches on his bed post. It doesn’t help that I keep thinking about Roman’s accusations about me liking him, that is winding me up because I don’t. It isn’t that at all, it was just one of those things.

  But now I am left feeling like a fool, like a total idiot. Dirty and used by him. I want to curl up in a ball and cry because I am so hurt about what has happened. I could let out a giant scream from the pit of my stomach. I’m all primal and animalistic, but nothing like I was last night. Instead, I’m angry, visceral, about to lash out.

  I need to go with the anger. The anger is better than the heart ache. I can’t stand being upset over some small-minded idiot like Daniel. He doesn’t deserve it. I also know that I can’t just let it go either. I have to do something about this. I’m not going to let myself be treated like the rest of the women. I’m sure that the rest of them just slink off in to the background all ashamed that they got fooled by Daniel Wilson, but not me. I am going to make sure he knows that you can’t just treat people this way, that he has to have a lot more respect.