Heat (The Stark Affair Book 1) (2 page)

Chapter
3

Sofia

First thing I do when I get
home is
take
off my
zoot
suit. It’s part of my job to look ladylike, but I think best when I’m in my
sleeveless T’s and gym shorts.

First
on my Colton Stark “to-do” list is to call an expert in becoming a nightclub
party girl. I sit on the couch, pick up my cell, go to Contacts, and tap Jorge.

“What
did Dad say to piss you off now?” says my big brother when he picks up.

“Nothing,”
I say. “And, how about ‘Hello, Sofia, how are you?’”

“Well,
it’s
something
. You never call. You
always text.”

“You’re
very perceptive, for a floral designer.”

“My
dad and my sister are cops. What do you expect?”

I
smile. “Jorge, I need your help with an assignment.”

“An
assignment? Me? Sweetie, I’m no good at cop stuff. You know that. Dad certainly
knows that.”

My
stomach growls.
I get up off the couch. “Jorge, this is right
up your alley. I need to attract a man.”

“Now
we’re talking. That’s my specialty. Although I’m not so sure I can do much for
you
.”

“Fuck
you.” I walk into my apartment’s tiny kitchen.

“A
man this time, huh? God, I wish you would just pick a team and stick with it.”

I
open up my refrigerator.
One piece of Kraft American cheese
in a wrapper and three bottles of Zephyrhills.
I grab the cheese and one
of the waters.

“It’s
an assignment!” I say as I rip the plastic off the slice of cheese.

“Is
he hot?”

I
sit back on the couch and take a bite of the cheese. “Um... most people seem to
think so.”

“If
you fail, which is highly likely, can I get a crack at him?”

“He
isn’t gay, Jorge.”

“He
hasn’t met me yet.”

“Look,
I’m serious! I need to become a ditzy party girl in a hot dress with fancy
shoes.”

“And
I need to become a Texas preacher teaching Bible classes in a blue polyester
suit. Not going to happen, sister.”

I
finish the cheese slice. My stomach growls again. I sip some water. “Jorge, I’m
serious. I need your help. Are you free tomorrow morning, say ten?”

“Fine.
Ten o’clock. Meet me at the boutique.”

“Good.
See you then.”

“My
fee is naked
pics
of this guy.”

“Whatever.”

I
click off and open my Mac laptop.
I Google “Colton Stark” again.
This time I read some of the articles written about him.
Wall Street Journal.
The Financial Times.
Forbes
.

Oddly,
none of them paint him as the genius
LaTashia
described to me. Their focus is mostly on Stark Worldwide.

Then
I find another set of Colton Stark “lifestyle” articles.
Maxim. FHM. GQ.
Lots of lavish photos.

Colton
Stark lying on a floating bed with a bevy of bikini-clad girls in a
cavern-sized pool in the Bahamas. Colton Stark in a black tuxedo with a bevy of
designer dress-clad girls at a château in the Loire Valley. Colton Stark in a
cowboy hat, chaps, and a dirty blue shirt on a horse with a bevy of cowgirls
wearing Daisy Dukes at a ranch in Nevada.

Zing!

A
new raging river starts. I clamp my thighs together.

Seriously...
what the fuck is wrong with me? He’s a goddamned criminal.
Nothing
but a
perp
in an expensive suit.

I
hardly ever drink. But Kristy is coming over, so I probably need one. I walk
over to the side cabinet and take out the half-full bottle of wine.

Don’t
get me wrong. Kristy is amazing. We’ve been dating for five months.

But
lately... I’ve needed a little
something-something
to help me through her visits.

Bad
sign, huh?

I
twist the cap off the bottle of Pinot
Grigio
and pour
it into one of the cheap wine glasses I bought as part of a set at Target. I
take it back to my Mac laptop.

Damn.

There
he is... sending signals to my pussy. It’s like he and her are talking behind
my brain’s back.

I
sip my wine and keep
Googling
.

I
hit on a picture of Colton Stark in a shiny blue suit with Jessica Alba at a
party in the Hollywood Hills.

My
muscles tense up a little.

Next
there he is in a white suit with Elena Diaz at a Paris fashion show.

Fucker.

Then
there’s a video of him wearing nothing but black shorts.
Long
shot with a telephoto lens.
He’s on a big yacht with...
Fuck
!...
No fucking
way
!
...
Michelle Rodriguez.

I
take a huge swig of Pinot
Grigio
and hit play.

She’s
snuggled into his bare chest. He leans down and kisses her.

Passionately.

I’m
completely wet now.

What the fuck? I mean seriously... What the
fucking fuck?

Fine.
Whatever.

I
put my wine glass down and put my right hand under my shorts.
Past my panties.
Onto my clit.

Mmmmm
.
God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.

The
short video ends. I click the replay arrow.

Michelle
Rodriguez and Colton Stark move together again. And kiss again.

I
stroke my folds, now fully engorged and wet.

I
lick my lips, imagining his tongue darting in and out of my mouth.

I
alternate long strokes on my lips with little circles on the head of my clit. I
notice that Colton Stark has a strange tattoo on his shoulder.
Part-tribal, part something else.
There’s writing.

I
make faster circles. My breathing becomes shallow. I press harder on my nub.

Knock
,
knock
.

Fuck!

Kristy.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“One
sec!” I say as I pull my hand out of my shorts and slap the screen shut.

I
swallow down the rest of my wine, pour another glass, and take a sip. Then I
open the door.

Kristy,
grocery bag in hand, kisses me and comes in.

“God,
I wish you’d give me a key,” she says. “You have mine.”

Her
blonde hair is extra-spiky today. She’s in a glittery tank top and man shorts
that do nothing to soften her girly curves.

I
put my arm around her and pull her to the mirror next to the door and look at
us portrait-style. Shit, she does look like
Miley
Cyrus. And I do look like Michelle Rodriguez. Damn.

“What
are you doing?” she says.

“Nothing,”
I say. “What did you get,
spikey
?”

She
starts taking out some odd-looking packages from the re-usable grocery bag with
a big smiley face on it. “I saw a recipe on TV this morning for the most
delectable dish. It’s completely vegan.”

I
slurp down half of my second glass of wine. “Oh, great. Then I’ll just grab a
burger later after you’re asleep.”

“
Sofe
, you need to stop eating so much meat. We evolved to
eat sustainable foods from the earth. Critters shouldn’t eat other critters.”

“Then
somebody better go arrest all those lions and tigers.”

“You’re
not funny.”

“You
have too much free time.”

I grab
her and kiss her. Our tongues meet.

“Oh
God,” she says.

I
pull her down onto the couch. Usually, I’m on top but I’m the mood for
something different today.

Kristy’s
beautiful green eyes meet mine, but I get a flash of Colton Stark’s baby blues.

This
is getting ridiculous.

I
snake myself under Kristy, and kiss her fiercely.

“
Oooh
, somebody’s horny,” she says.

“Shut
up and fuck me,” I say.

“
Mmmm
, I love it when you get all power-trippy.”

She
does her usual kissing and licking my neck softly. Then uncovers my breasts,
traveling slowly all over me in little circles.

C’mon
girl, speed it up! I need to get fucked.

Like
today sometime.

She
makes it down to my shorts and sniffs my crotch.

“
Mmm
, somebody was thinking of me before I got here,” she says.

“
Mmm
-hmmm.”

Mmm
-hmmm
isn’t technically a lie because it isn’t a
real word, right?

She
moves down to lick and massage my legs. She likes my muscular thighs.

But
I’m in final launch sequence, so I have to take charge here.

God, do I have to do everything myself?

I reach
down, rip off my shorts and shove her face into my pussy. She snorts.

“Wow,”
she says.

I
ignore her and push her head up and down along my lips like a toy. Her tongue
dances nicely around them, her nose teasing my hood.

God!

I close
my eyes, throw my head back, and see that face again. Square chin with some stubble.
Those high hard cheekbones with rugged little valleys
surrounding that straight nose.
That stone-like
forehead.
Those blue eyes. Looking up and to his left. Pondering
something.

Kristy’s
tongue hits my clit.

My
hips buck into her face and
..
.

I
come.

And
come again.

She
laughs, lapping all around.

As
my breathing returns to normal, she tries to continue, but I climb off my bed,
grab my panties and shorts, and put them on.

“Hey!”
she says.

“So,
dinner?” I tie my hair back up.

“What
about my turn?”

“Your
turn will take an hour-and-a-half. I’m hungry. I need food for stamina.”

She
stands up and kisses me lightly on the lips.

“You’re
such a bitch,” she says. “I think that’s what I like about you.”

I
kiss her back.

“Yeah,
I know,” I say.

* * *

“I
love you,” says Kristy.

My
tongue is deep in her pussy, but I freeze in place.

Oh no she didn’t, did she?

I
had been thinking about Colton Stark again. Been a while since I had cock. I
was imagining one in my mouth. Well, not any cock, actually. His. I bet it’s
glorious.
Then after my mouth, my pussy.
Then my ass.
God, it’s been an eternity since I had anything
in my ass. I miss that.

Then
Kristy said what she said.

Fuck, what do I do now?

My
first instinct is to run, but I can’t do that.

Just keep licking, Sofia.

I
continue like she said nothing.
But maybe with not as much
enthusiasm.

Hard
to fake that.

“Did
you hear me?” she says.

“Huh?”
I say as I suck her hood into my mouth.

“Did
you hear me?”

“
Kinda
busy here,” I say, trying to make her come so we can
be done with this.

“I
said, I love you,” she says.

Fuck.
I’m in trouble.

I
lick her clit furiously. She taps me on the head, gently lifting my face so she
can look down into my eyes.

Which
apparently say it all. We hold our look for a few seconds.

I
know that look. Hurt puppy dog. I wonder what mine looks like.
Probably not good.

She
flips her legs up and off the bed. “I have to go.”

“Kristy...
hey... don’t do that.”

She
furiously collects her things while getting dressed. “Why? Why do I always do
this?”

I
put my arm around her but she wiggles away from me. “Do what? What? We were
having a good time!”

“When,
Sofia? Maybe three months ago, but lately it’s like you’re, I don’t know...
somewhere else.”