Janet (9 page)

“Just because you want something doesn’t mean you get it.”

“I beg to differ.”

I shook my head then grabbed my purse. “Have a good night, Scott.”

He grabbed my arm. “Sit down.”

“Release me.”

His hand shook before he lowered it. “Please sit down.”

“Don’t contact me ever again.” I stormed out of the restaurant and reached the street. Scott reached me a second later.

“Stop walking away from me,” he said as she stood in front of me. The crowd on the sidewalk moved around us, oblivious to the fight we were having.

“Scott, I really liked you. You’re smart, attractive, funny, but I won’t put up with this controlling and obsessive behavior. I’m teased for being single, but I would much rather be alone than spend my time with someone that doesn’t respect me. I suggest you find someone else. You’re clearly wasting your time with me.” I walked around him and headed toward my apartment.

“Janet,” he said as he reached me. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay?”

“That’s nice.”

Scott pulled
me aside, away from the crowd. “Just talk to me.”

“And say what?”

“I’ve never felt this way for a girl before,” he said with wide eyes. “I’ve never had to fight for someone so hard. And you know what that means?”

I said nothing.

“It means I really, really like you, Janet. I’m willing to put up with you to make this work. I think you’re a gorgeous woman. You’re funny, down to earth, sexy without realizing it, and just an amazing person. I don’t want to lose you. Please give me another chance.”

“Scott, this isn’t going to work.”

“I apologize for being so harsh. I know I come off that way but I don’t mean to. “

“I won’t let you boss me around.”

“That’s fair,” he said. He placed his hands on my hips and held me close. “I won’t do it anymore.”

“And I hate how conceited you are.”

“I’m not,” he said. “But I’ll limit the comments.”

“Okay.”

“Now there’s something I want from you.”

“What?” I asked.

“Stop running from me.”

“Don’t give me a reason to.”

He shook his head. “We’re so deadly to one another.”

I didn’t know what that meant.

He sighed. “Let’s start over. Janet, I really like you. I want this to go somewhere. I’d be willing to be in a relationship if you are. If not, I’d like to be exclusive. I just feel like that’s fair. If we want this to have a real chance, I think we should be honest and respectful to one another.”

“Okay.”

“So, can we be exclusive?”

I nodded.

“Thank you,” he said with a smile. “So what are you going to do about Ryan?”

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“If he gives you any trouble, I’ll handle it.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I never said you couldn’t.”

I rested my arms on his.

“Can we have that dinner now?”

“If you can stop being an asshole.”

He smiled. “I can try.”

“Okay, then.”

We went back into the restaurant and took our seats. The waiter seemed confused but he didn’t question our odd departure. Scott was much calmer now that I agreed to be exclusive with him. He seemed so calm and rationale all the time, but when it came to me, he was as volatile as a volcano.

We ordered our dinner and ate silently. Scott made small talk about his firm and I discussed the object of my attention, my sister.

“Why didn’t you sleep with her?” I asked bluntly.

“Like I said, I’m not into easy girls.”

“You said you’ve had one night stands before.”

“Mainly in college.”

“So why didn’t you sleep with her?”

“I had my eye on you,” he said. “Why would I sleep with her if I wanted you?”

“She’s the prettier one.”

He laughed. “You couldn’t be more wrong, baby.”

I glared at him.

“I apologize,” he said quickly.

I smiled at him, approving the effort he was making.

“So, did you look up my picture?”

My face turned beet red. I drank my water to cool the temperature of my body but it didn’t help.

“So that’s a yes,” he said with a laugh.

“I may have stumbled upon it.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” he asked. “It’s just a picture. A lot of it is Photoshoped.”

“I—I just—felt weird.”

He stared at me. A smile crept into his lips. “Did you touch yourself?”

How did he know that? “No!”

Scott’s smile didn’t disappear. “I can tell when you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re just making it worse,” he said with a laugh. “And I have to say, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I just
popped a boner.”

I was pretty sure that my face was as red as marinara sauce. Unable to come up with a response, I drank from my water.

Scott leaned across the table and stroked my hand. “You’re a very sexy woman.”

“I’m definitely not sexy.”

“I’d love to watch you do that.”

I pulled my hand away, feeling embarrassed.

Scott dropped the subject. He placed the cash into the tab then left it at the edge of the table. “Would you like to come back to my place?”

My eyes widened at his forwardness.

“To watch a movie and have dessert,” he said quickly. “Nothing else.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Unless you wanted to,” he said with a wink.

Even though we had a fight, I didn’t want this night to end. I really like
d Scott despite a few of his flaws. I’d never been more attracted to someone than I was to him. He made me sweat from nervousness, and the butterflies in my stomach made me feel sick. I hadn’t felt like that since I was in eighth grade. “Sure.”

He smiled. “Let’s go.”

We went to his apartment on the fifth floor. When he turned on the lights, I was surprised to see how clean it was. There were gray couches in the living room that faced a wide screen TV. His kitchen was spotless and the garbage wasn’t overflowing. His bedroom door was open and I could see his bed, which was made.

“You have a nice place,” I said politely.

“Thank you,” I said. “I like it.”

He placed his hand on my lower back. “Would you like something to drink?”

“I’ll just have that dessert.”

He smiled. “You like chocolate?”

“I love chocolate.”

Scott opened the freezer and pul
led out a tub of chocolate ice cream. He grabbed two spoons and we ate out of the carton on the couch. The cold ice cream felt good against my warm tongue. I could eat sweets all day long. Forget fruits and vegetables. Scott ate slower than I did. I could tell he didn’t eat sweets very often. His body was a direct contradiction to that. I wouldn’t be surprised if his freezer was empty.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked suddenly.

I stilled. “Nothing.”

“Come on.”

“I will if you answer the same question.”

“Okay,” he said.

“I was wondering if you had any food in your freezer. You’re in such good shape, I assumed you never ate processed foods, sweets, or preservatives.”

He nodded. “I’m a very picky eater.”

“What were you thinking?”

“What you look like naked.”

I flinched at his honestly.

He shrugged. “You asked.
”

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I’m just not as sexy as you are.”

Scott shook his head. “That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve never been hotter for someone than I am for you. That was my first thought when I saw you.”

“
You didn’t think Cassie was hot?”

“Not to disrespect your best friend, but she isn’t my type. I don’t like blondes and she’s too skinny. I like girls with a tits and an ass.”

“Well, I definitely have an ass.”

“Damn right.”

I blushed then looked down at the ice cream. I scooped another bite while I avoided his gaze. He grabbed the ice cream from my hand and placed it on the coffee table. Then he leaned over me and pushed me on my back, lying on top of me.

My heart raced in my chest as I felt his powerful body lay on top of me. I kept my hands at my sides, unsure what I should do.
I was too nervous, too excited. Scott placed his hand over my heart.

“You’re nervous.”

“You make me really nervous.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” He slid his hand into my hair then fisted it. His lips brushed mine, making me gasp involuntarily. I loved kissing him. It was the single, most amazing hobby I recently came across. I’d never felt the attraction and connection like I did when our lips were touching. My legs started to shake. I was almost whimpering like a dog, wanting him to kiss me.

Scott didn’t make the move. He continued to tease me, his lips almost touching mine every few seconds. My hands rose and felt the muscles of his arms. They were firm and strong. I squeezed them then grinded against him, waiting for him. When he didn’t come, I got tired of waiting. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him aggressively.

He imm
ediately responded to my advance, his hands running over my body. His hand moved up my legs, rubbing my thigh. He never went higher than that, and a part of me wanted him to.

My hands moved into his hair, feeling the soft strands. When my fingers moved down his back, I grabbed his shirt then moved underneath it. I couldn’t see his b
ody but I could imagine it by touched. It was covered in mounds and grooves, layers of muscle that conveyed his strength and build. Imagining him in just his briefs made me moan.

My kiss became more intense the longer we lied on the couch. I felt my heart thaw while I caressed is lips with my own. Scott drove me crazy with his controlling behavior, but I loved everything about him. He always made me feel beautiful, like I wasn’t average. When I spoke, he listened to me, and he could understand my emotions with
out my explicit explanation. He could look at my features and just know. And I’d never been pursued the way he pursued me. Scott didn’t take no for an answer. I felt special and desirable, which was foreign to me. I wanted to be something serious with him, something more, but I didn’t want to rush into anything. I wanted this to work, but I didn’t want to get hurt either.

Scott broke down my walls the long
er he kissed me. I felt myself change, become more aggressive and more attached to him. I wanted more of him, a lot more than he was offering. I’d never felt that way before, the need to consume someone entirely. My leg wrapped around his waist and I pulled him closer to me. There was a throbbing between my legs, a heat that was building. I desperately wanted a release, to feel the explosion.

Scott broke our kiss then rubbed his nose against mine. “I would love to do more than kiss you.”

“Me too.”

He rubbed against me then moved his hand between my legs. His fingers stopped before my underwear. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I begged.

Scott kissed me again while his fingers closed the gap. He played with my underwear, feeling the fabric with his fingers. His pushed against my clitoris, making me shake with pleasure. I hadn’t been touched by a man in a long time. I couldn’t remember the last time it happened. Scott’s embrace felt different than all the others. It couldn’t be explained.

His fingers moved inside my panties. The first contact of his skin against mine made me moan into his mouth. “Scott…”

He moaned at the sound of my words. His fingers touched my clitoris and rubbed in a circular motion, making my legs shake and moans of pleasure escape my lips. Two f
ingers moved inside my entrance and pulsed gently. He knew what he was doing. He was better at it than I was.

I gripped his hair, feeling the explosion start to form. “That feels so good…”

Scott broke our kiss and stared at me. His hand didn’t stop and his eyes were glued to my face.

I felt the shatter between my legs. My pussy burned as the force of the impact rocked into me, sending me in a high that had me screaming. It was an orgasm more powerful than I ever had before. It was blinding, so wonderful it was borderline painful. I was tender long after it was over, breathing heavily while I gripped him.

Scott continued to stare at me. “I’m going to think about this when I masturbate tonight.”

I bit my lip at his words. The idea of him jacking off was hot.

He pulled his hand out of my underwear then licked his fingers. “You taste good.”

“You’re so good at that,” I blurted.

“Not really,” he whispered. “I think you just enjoyed it because it was me.”

I reached my hands down to unbutton his jeans. “Your turn.”

He grabbed my hand and steadied it. “No, it’s okay.”

“I know you want it.”

“I liked pleasing you,” he said. “My chance will come. You don’t need to do anything. And I’d rather lay here with you.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. I stiffened under his touch. His lips were warm and tender, giving me love that I never felt before. When he pulled away, he rubbed his nose against mine. I was speechless by the affection. No one had ever kissed me on the forehead before.

Scott pulled down my dress then lied beside me, his arm around my waist. He stared at my face but said nothing. I liked being held in his arms. I felt small and safe, like nothing would ever hurt me. Scott could have had more from me if he wanted. Things could have easily escalated into something more sinister, but that wasn’t on his mind. I felt like I didn’t need to control myself around him, that he would look out for the both of us.

I grabbed his face and kissed him gently. “I really like you, Scott.”

He smiled at me and his eyes brightened. “That made my day.”

I snuggled close to him and closed my eyes, letting myself fall for him.