Mr. Right (2 page)

“Ten o’clock p.m. or a.m.?” Alyssa asked me eagerly, her face lighting up.

“Are you kidding?” I asked her, my jaw dropping as it sometimes did when Alyssa made one of her more ridiculous comments. Neither Alyssa nor I were the smartest girls in town, but she sometimes surprised me with how dumb some of her questions were.

“Kidding about what?” She frowned. “I’m asking you a question.”

“Ten a.m. or ten p.m.?” I looked at her again, waiting for the ball to drop in her head.

“That was the question,” she said and rolled her eyes at me and I just shook my head at her.

“Alyssa, pray tell what’s the difference between ten a.m. and ten p.m. on the clock?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“The difference?” She paused, looked me in the eyes for a few seconds and then giggled. “Oh yeah, oops.”

“Yeah, haha. Idiot,” I said lovingly and laughed with her. “Now check out the guy at ten o’clock
p.m.
and tell me if you think he’s cute. Actually, you don’t need to tell me if you think he’s cute. I already know that you’ll think he’s cute, so just tell me if you’re going to go home with him tonight.”

“Jess, what sort of girl do you think I am?” She giggled as she turned to look at the guy. I watched as her eyes widened and she started playing with her hair. That was a telltale sign that Alyssa was into a guy. She always played with her hair when she was trying to flirt with someone. I grinned as I watched her batting her eyelids and wondered if I should go home so she wouldn’t feel conflicted about leaving with the guy. “Jess, I don’t know what sort of vision you have, but Mr. McHottie is not checking me out,” she said finally as she looked back at me.

“What? I saw him staring over here.” I frowned. Was I completely out of it?

“He’s checking
you
out.” She looked over at me and winked. “As much as I would love to snag him for myself, he’s totally into you.”

“You think so?” I looked over again and stared right at him. I told you, I have no game. This time I looked at him for at least a minute, and Alyssa was right. He was totally checking me out. Normally, I would have looked away because I’m actually quite shy, but there was something about his gaze that halted me from looking away. I told you it was electrifying, and magnetizing and crazy all at the same time. And he didn’t stop looking at me either. I’ve never had that before—that moment when you share a moment with someone you don’t really know and feel lost. I felt like we were the only two people in the bar in that moment. Even Alyssa, who I knew was standing there, suddenly fell away from my peripheral vision. It felt like some special movie moment, only it was really happening. And to me. And then he started walking towards me, while still making eye contact. And I thought I was going to lose my mind. My heart started racing, my fingers started trembling, my stomach was in knots and the thoughts in my brain were racing at a hundred miles a minute. Each second and step that he took only seemed to increase my anxiety and awareness of him.

“Oh, my God, Jess,” Alyssa said loudly. “McHottie is walking towards us. Oh, my God.”

“I know,” I said, snapping out of my reverie. “What should I do?” I tried not to squeal because that’s totally uncool, but I’m not sure I was able to hold it back.

“Just be cool. We’re cool. Act cool. Ignore him and play hard to get.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Hard to get. That’s what I’ll do.” I looked at her and then snuck a peek back at McHottie and he was still walking towards me and was only a few yards away. I thought I was going to faint. I looked back at Alyssa and tried to think of something to say. “Say something,” I whispered at her urgently. “I don’t want him to just show up and we’re standing here, just sitting and not saying anything.”

“What should I say?” she asked, obviously trying to think hard.

“I don’t know. Anything. Ask me about work or anything you want.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about work right now?” She made a face. “I thought you said yesterday that your boss was getting on your nerves and you were worried that you might get laid off soon.”

“I didn’t say that I might get laid off soon. I said that there might be layoffs soon because my boss is a jackass who doesn’t like to do her work and she’s always trying to…” My voice trailed off as I felt his presence behind me. He hadn’t said anything yet, but I knew he was there. I knew that he was right behind me because my entire body felt like it was on fire.

“Hello, can I buy you ladies a drink?” a deep, smooth, sexy voice said from behind me. How could it be possible that this guy was even more perfect than just his looks? It didn’t seem right. How could he look and sound sexy? Of course, at that point, I had nothing to compare him to. I didn’t know that he was just the beginning of the sexy train.

“Yes, thanks,” Alyssa said eagerly in response to McHottie, and I wanted to groan. That was not playing it cool. I turned around to look at him and my jaw dropped once again at the next words out of his mouth.

“You guys want a blowjob?” he said with a wicked grin and my face flushed. Had he meant to ask us if we wanted to give him a blowjob? What a pervert!

“We’re women.” I gave him a look and his eyes sparkled as he looked down at my chest.

“I figured.” He winked as he looked back up at my face and into my eyes.

“So we don’t need blowjobs,” I continued, giving him a look. Yes, I was being a bitch, yes, I was still trying to flirt and yes, I really had no idea what I was doing.

“That’s the name of the shot.” He grinned. “I figured you guys would enjoy them.”

“Why?” I asked him curiously. This was not a come-on line I’d ever heard before.

“Because you look like you enjoy sweet and creamy things.” He winked again and my jaw dropped. He was not going there, was he?

“We do.” Alyssa giggled while poking me in the side real quick, trying to tell me to stop being so bitchy and to start being a little nicer to McHottie. She’s my best friend, she knows my flirting is slightly off and that I can be a bit prickly when it comes to guys, even guys that I like. But man, did I really want to flirt with a man who was alluding to the fact that I liked sweet and creamy things?

“So shots all around, then?” He looked at Alyssa for a second and then back at me. “Or would you prefer something else?”

“No, a blowjob is fine,” I responded with a small smile. “Just as long as you aren’t expecting one in return.”

“Are you saying that you’re not willing to give me a blowjob?” He stared into my eyes intently and I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” I nodded and gave him a small smile. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Really?” His eyes glittered as if I’d just given him some sort of challenge. “I guess we can see.”

“See what?” I tilted my head and gave him a half-smile.

“If I can make you that kind of girl.” He winked yet again and then laughed, his eyes crinkling as his face transformed. He looked over at Alyssa again and smiled. “So, six shots?”

“If you want.” She shrugged, the smile fixed on her face. She was getting bored. Alyssa had come to find her own man. She didn’t want to waste her time flirting and standing around with a man who was here flirting with me; especially as that wasn’t the purpose of the evening. If it had been “find Jess a man night” then she would have been more than happy to spend her hours with me, making sure I hooked up with the best man possible. Maybe we’d go from bar to bar and get free drinks and flirt the night away, dancing and moving around like butterflies, skittish and pretty, drawing attention to ourselves, but always flying away at the last moment. However, this wasn’t get Jess a man night, this was a fun, possible night of debauchery for one of us, and the one who was most likely to get down and dirty was the one who hadn’t found a guy to talk to as yet.

“So you’re going to give yourself a blowjob?” I asked the guy with a small smile, trying to get my flirt game back on track.

“I wish I could, though I don’t know how good I would be. I prefer to receive from someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“Okay, we’re definitely not talking about the drinks now,” I said, slightly surprised that he was drifting from the joke already. He was hot and sexy, but the fact that he was talking about actual blowjobs right away was a bit off-putting.

“Were we ever?” He winked at me again and I started to wonder if he had an eye twitch. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, I was talking about the drinks the whole time,” I said, though I’m not sure that was technically true, but who cared, right? He was out of my league, I was acting like an idiot, and I also didn’t even know how I felt about the whole situation. He was super hot and sexy, but there was something about him that had the potential to be pretty douche-like and I wasn’t really into douchebags. I’d rather be single than date a douchebag. Or even flirt with a douchebag. If his approach was to talk about blowjobs, then I knew that we might not be a match made in heaven, but you know how it is when you’re attracted to someone and really like them, all sense of rational thought goes out the window. Even though I had bells in my head telling me that perhaps this guy wasn’t going to be Mr. Prince Charming, I was still engaging with him. That’s what happens when you’re around a super-hot guy, all you can think about are his gleaming eyes, his silky hair and his hard body. And I’m not even a girl who does the one-night stand thing. But man, that night, I’m not sure what it was; I was ready for a change.

“You girls want to come to the bar with me to grab the drinks?” he asked, though he was looking directly at me.

“I actually think I’m going to go and dance,” Alyssa said with a small wink at me. “I want to let my freak flag fly tonight.”

“But don’t you want a blowjob?” I asked her, giving her a look that was essentially asking her not to go anywhere.

“Nah, I think you guys can handle the blowjobs,” she said and with that she flounced onto the dance floor without even glancing back at me to see if I was pissed. She already knew that I was going to be pissed, of that I was sure.

“Seems like your friend was bored of your company tonight.” Mr. Hottie leaned in closer to me and smiled, his hand on the small of my back. Normally I hate such an intimate move from a man I don’t know so quickly, but as you already know this night was not like the others. Not at all.

“Yeah, or maybe she was bored of you,” I snapped back at him and gave him a little wink to show that I was teasing. I told you that I’m not always the smoothest when it comes to flirting.

“Perhaps.” His hand slid farther and I felt him giving my ass a slight tap. Yes, he tapped my ass. I nearly jumped. I nearly pulled away from him. I nearly pushed him away, but I didn’t. I didn’t because it had been a nice sensual touch and maybe it had just been too long, but I kind of didn’t mind it. I kind of liked it. I kind of thought about what else he might try to do. What else I might let him do. I started to think about how far he would try to go and at what point would I tell him to stop. “Unlikely, though.”

“Why unlikely?”

“Most women don’t get bored of me this quickly.” He leaned down so that his lips were close to mine. “Most women don’t get bored of me ever.”

“Shouldn’t that be, most women don’t ever bore of me?” I said sweetly, and he laughed.

“You’ve got a smart mouth. I like that.”

“That’s not the only thing you like, is it?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? Your mouth?” He grinned down at me. “Why would you think that?”

“Why do you think?” I asked him with a flirtatious glance. I really was stepping up my game.

“Because I told you I want to feel you sucking my cock,” he said simply and my eyes widened as my body stiffened in shock. I had not just imagined those words coming from his mouth. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. I couldn’t believe that I was here, still standing, staring at him, engaging in this conversation. Was I absolutely crazy? I was not the sort of girl who just allowed a guy to tell me such things. I thought it was scandalous. Absolutely scandalous, but you wouldn’t have thought so based on my response that night. I’m not even sure where it came from.

“You’d better be able to make me come with your mouth for at least ten minutes before expecting any sort of mouth action from me,” I responded with a small smile, shocking both myself and him with my words. My heart was thudding as I crossed into unchartered territory. Where had this bad, naughty side of me come from? I didn’t even know. I have to admit I was kind of proud of myself. I’d never been a dirty girl, but somehow this guy was bringing it out in me. Alyssa would have been absolutely shocked if she had heard what I’d said.

“What if I told you fifteen minutes?” His lips pressed against mine then. “Fifteen minutes of pure unadulterated coming, right on my mouth.” He bit down on my lower lip and sucked it for a second, shocking me with his boldness. “How would you like that?” he said as he pulled away, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking about his invasion of my mouth or his fifteen minutes comment. Either way, I was feeling buzzed, warm and tingly inside. I’d never had a feeling of anticipation just from words before, but I suppose I’ve just not been with the right guys.

“I’m still waiting on my drink,” I said with a small smile, trying to see if I could shift the mood back slightly. I didn’t want to end up sleeping with this guy right here on the dance floor. I mean, I was down for changing stuff up, but not that much. I didn’t want to go from nun to slut in two point four seconds. I wasn’t ready to get it on and have a whole club witnessing my entrance into debauchery.

“Still want a blowjob or would you prefer something else?”

“It’s up to you,” I said with a shrug, really having no idea what I was saying or doing, but just knowing that I was enjoying being in Pierce’s company. He was an intoxicating presence. I’d never been around someone like him before, someone who completely made me lose myself in the moment. It’s a weird feeling to be that attracted to someone at first sight. And it’s not the same thing as falling in love at first sight. It wasn’t that sort of heart-stopping, “oh, my God, I think he’s the one” moment. I know, because I’ve felt those before. Obviously, they didn’t turn out to be true, because I’ve still not found the one, but I’ve had those moments where the earth has stood still and my stomach has flipped and my heart has thudded with the beat of a thousand drums and I’ve thought to myself that this is the one, this is the moment, this is the time: I’ve met the one for me. That’s not what I felt with Pierce. With Pierce, I felt something a lot more primal. With Pierce, I felt a stirring in my belly and a wetness in my panties that made me feel things I’d not felt outside of a bedroom before and especially not with a stranger. And especially having not even been touched. I didn’t even know that you could be so turned on by someone just from words. I mean, I knew people had phone sex and all that jazz, but I thought the turn-on was from the self-play, as opposed to the actual words. Not that I’d ever done that. I used to be a prude. Not that you’d know that right now.