Obsession (10 page)

With brushed teeth and no clothes, I
crawled into bed, covering myself with a warm and fuzzy blanket. My
skin was sensitive to the soft fabric, and tingles spread like
wildfire the second the gentle buzzing sound filled my
ears.

My thoughts wandered to sexy visions
of half-clothed men with tanned skin and bulky biceps. Everything
was going smoothly until Mitch’s face popped into my fantasy, his
strong hands grasping my hips as I had my dirty way with him. My
hand moved faster as my breathing sped up, imagining how his
piercing green eyes would examine my body. I loved the look men
gave me when I took control. Their excitement made me feel
confident and powerful. Being on top was important to me. I needed
it in my life; otherwise, I’d have crumbled a long time
ago.

In my fantasy Mitch sat up, his abs
flexing as his strong hands worked their way up my sides and to my
back, gripping my shoulder blades. My breath caught as I pictured
him lifting me off his lap, laying me down on the bed and crawling
on top of me. I opened my legs wider as my legs began to twitch,
imagining his hips pressing into my pelvis and the bulge of his
biceps over my small frame as he took control.

My insides contracted rapidly once
dream Mitch pushed into me, his eyes wild as he lay above
me.

More thrusts of BOB sprung from my
wrist, just as his thrusts would plunge deeper. I was coming hard
and fast, my entire body shaking with the erratic thoughts of Mitch
having his way with me.

Once I came down from my high, I
groaned in frustration. An orgasm was supposed to fix my stress but
this one had only confused my brain more. I had to stop thinking
about Mitch.

He was arrogant, self-centered, a
complete moron, and—

And I didn’t want him to
get hurt.

The haunting notion that Rod was back
in my life was something I couldn’t take lightly. He was dangerous
to everyone I crossed paths with, and his note today made it clear
that Mitch was a target.

I threw BOB on the ground and rolled
over, pulling the blanket to my neck and wishing I hadn’t made my
life so complicated.

Chapter Seven

Now you
’
re
getting it. Remember who
’
s good for
you.

Wear those stockings more
often.

-Rod

Relief swept through me once I got on
the plane to travel to Chicago. I always felt safer when I was in a
completely different state than that crazy loon.

We
’
d just
finished finding Becca
’
s wedding dress, and
somehow Becca
’
s sister and I had to get her in
the mood to go out. She and Tyler were still rocky since his
father
’
s death, so a good night out
would help clear both their minds. Except the party
wasn
’
t totally put together yet.
Nathan and I hadn
’
t hashed out our issues, so our
phone calls were clipped and party planning was slim. All of the
necessary reservations were made, but I hadn
’
t
talked to him all week. I was still frustrated with his actions
toward me and his stupid kid brother, and the more I thought about
how he
’
d acted, the more irritated I
got.

Screw Mitch for turning
into a prick the second it was time for me to leave. So what if I
was leaving with Nathan? I
’
d let temptation get the
best of me, and even though I was pissed off at Nathan and his
grumpy attitude, I was thankful he pulled me from a possible
careless decision. I shook my head and let out a huge breath of
air. That could
never
happen again. Thankfully, Mitch had been busy in Grand Rapids
all week. Hadn
’
t
stop
ped his one-liners from filling up my
inbox, though.

Did you sit in a pile of sugar?
Because you have a pretty sweet ass.

“
Oh come on, you’ll be
smoking in that dress. Tyler won’t be able to keep his hands off
you,” Heather, Becca’s sister, squealed with excitement. I rolled
my eyes. She wasn’t supposed to tell Becca we were meeting up with
them.

“
Tyler? I thought we were
having a girl’s night?” Becca asked.

I smiled at my best friend.
“Yes,
but I figured you’d want to see him since things have been tense
between the two of you.”

“Then I most definitely want to wear
this dress tonight,” Becca purred.

Maybe I could find a good Mr. One
Night who’d take my mind off Mitch. I knew my chances weren’t
likely.

“I was thinking my red dress, you know
the one that shows a lot of back?”

“And shows a lot of cleavage too.”
Becca giggled. “Wear my red Jimmy Choos with it. It’ll look
awesome.”

I smiled brightly at Becca. She always
had amazing clothing.

Once we were dressed and ready to
impress, we headed to Enclave, one of Chicago’s most exclusive
night clubs. I couldn’t wait to see inside. I had spoken to the
manager and scheduled our VIP room for tonight. Becca and her
sister had their arms laced together as we breezed past the line to
the bouncer. We flashed our ID’s and he immediately let us inside
where a hostess directed us to the VIP section.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to jump Ray,”
Heather said about her husband.

Becca blushed as she saw
the wild look in Heather’s eyes. I knew she was secretly thinking
the same thing rega
rding Tyler.
The few shots we did
before coming tonight had made us frisky. The only problem was that
I didn’t have someone to attack.

“I’m going to go get a drink at the
lower bar then hit the ladies room,” I said in Becca’s
ear.

She gave me a nod. “Okay, be careful.
See you soon.”

I rolled my eyes jokingly at her
constant need to make sure I was taken care of and being
safe.

The number of prospects were high at
first glance. There were sexy men everywhere, and I couldn’t wait
to grab one by the tie. Tonight I was going to be reckless, and I
didn’t care what anyone else would think. I needed to get Mitch and
Rod out of my head, and a super hot and half drunk sex session
would be the cure.

A gentleman with designer
glasses approached me. His hair was stylish and flipped to the
side. If I had to guess, I’d say he was an accountant or a banker
by his tie and button up dress shirt. He was sexy and screamed,
“Take advantage of me.”
Just how I liked
them.

“What are you drinking,
gorgeous?”

“A vodka tonic.” I fluffed my hair
then put my eyes toward the bartender. I didn’t want Mr. Handsome
to think I was too interested. He would have to work for it if he
wanted to come to my hotel room for the night.

“If it’s okay with you, I’d love to
get you one.”

“I’d be okay with that.
I’
m
Jamie,
” I said politely as I bit my bottom
lip. His blue eyes lit up and his smile widened. This might be too
easy.

“Now don’t lie to the man. We both
know you’d prefer a nice cold beer.”

My teeth ground at the sound of his
voice. My prospect’s smile faded as he looked over my shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” I grumbled, whipping my head in Mitch’s
direction.

My coarse greeting
didn’
t faze
him,
only putting a smile on his smug
face. “I’m here for my brother’s bachelor party of
course.”

“No shit. But why are you standing
behind me like a big creeper?”

Mitch put his arm around my shoulder
and smiled down at me as I shot an invisible death glare out of my
eyes. He was ruining my chances with this guy, and the fact that he
was wearing a backward baseball cap with faded jeans and a button
up dress shirt bugged me.

Because he looked
really
sexy.

“Um…” Mr. Handsome said
awkwardly.

“Um nothing, pretty boy.
She’s taken. I’d suggest you go find some chick
who’
s in
your league.
”

Mr. Handsome turned sheepishly on his
feet while I elbowed Mitch hard in the rib.

“Why did you do that?” I scolded
Mitch, shoving him away from me. “He was hitting on me.”

“He was a tool. You’ll thank me
later.” Mitch sat down on the stool that was now open. “What kind
of beer do you want?”

My scowl was in full form. “Actually,
that guy was going to get me a vodka tonic.”

Mitch raised a brow in my direction.
“She’ll have something light that’s on tap.”

“Um, NO. I’ll have a vodka tonic,
please.” The bartender laughed to himself, then turned to make my
drink. “You’ve got some real nerve,” I muttered toward
Mitch.

“Do you even like tonic
water?”

“Why would I order one if I
didn’t?”

Mitch leaned in closer to
me. “Because you secretly want to fit in with this group.
You’ve
told
me you prefer
beer.”

“On that one occasion,” I
said irritably. “
And I don
’t give a shit what
‘
group
’ I’m in.”

“Were you actually into that stiff?”
His lack of seriousness toward my pissed off attitude annoyed the
shit out of me. It pissed me off so much that I was left
speechless.

Mitch
’s smile widened.
“
Jamie, I
don
’t think you realize I know exactly
what you need.” He stood from his stool so he was towering over me,
his hands crossing his chest as his green eyes looked at me
devilishly. “You need a man who can handle your fire. A man who’s
going to pin you down, pull your hair, and make you moan his name.
Not some nerdy loser who wouldn’t even last five
seconds.”

I laughed in his face.
“You’ve got me pegged all wrong. You want to know how I like it?”
My voice was sultry as I stood, getting close enough so my chest
was touching his arms. He looked at me intently, a slight smile
still noticeable on his face. “I like my men to do whatever I say.
I’m in charge. I pull
their
hair, and I pin
them
down. The man who I choose to go
home with moans
my
name.” My hand found the front of his jean pocket as I
whispered close to his face. “You’re right, that
stiff
couldn’t handle me.
I’m wild and out of control in bed.”

Mitch dropped his hand and snaked it
around my waist, pulling me so I could feel his erection on my hip.
I gasped at the contact.

“
See, I almost bought
that,” Mitch said in all seriousness, his lips moving closer to
mine. “But the way you just reacted tells me otherwise. You totally
gave me all control just now. I wrapped my arm around you, and your
body went lax. Those big brown eyes widened with vulnerability, and
those sexy as sin lips whimpered. You want someone to take control
of you, Jamie.”

Before I could respond, he let go of
me. “I’m going to go find someone to dance with.” He turned and
walked away.

I grumbled, then turned to
sit on my stool, slamming my drink in only a few gulps.
The nerve of that asshole!
He was a fucking moron to think he could ever control me like
that.

“I’ll have a Coors, please,” I said
irritably to the bartender. He started to give me a look, but I
quickly squashed it with my scowl. Before my drink came, Heather
and Becca joined me.

“
Becca is being a chicken
shit,” Heather said with annoyance.

“No, I’m not.” Becca said, waving down
the bartender. “I just need another drink. When we went to the
suite, Tyler looked pissed off. Lately, I don’t know how to handle
him when he’s mad.” She was still intimidated by Tyler when he was
in one of his weird moods, something she needed to get over if she
was going to marry him.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to talk
to my best friend. “Becca, he’s going to want to fuck you on the
dance floor the second he sees you. You don’t need to be nervous.
I’m sure you’ll put a smile on his face and a tent in his
pants.”

She gave me an awkward smile and
ordered six shots of Patron.

“Oh my God, Becca. We have to be able
to get off tonight,” Heather scolded.

Becca ignored her, and I smiled. I
knew Becca could put away the drinks like a champ. We clinked
glasses and downed each shot one after another.

“Whew!” Her face scrunched
from the burn of the liquor. “Okay, let’s do this!” Becca
encouraged herself. “
You coming?
”

I shook my head. “I’ll be up in a bit.
I’ve got to look for someone.” Maybe Mr. Handsome was still
wandering around like a lost puppy.