Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (17 page)

“I missed you.”

“When?”

“This past couple of weeks since our night together.”

It’s my turn to create a little distance, pulling back slightly, frowning. He missed me? That makes no sense. I call bullshit.

“You missed me? How? We didn’t exactly see each other frequently before.”

“I know, but spending that time with you, talking so intensely about so many different topics, enjoying you as I did… I wanted more of it.”

“Really? So why didn’t you get in touch before you began to miss me? Why wait until today?”

He looks away again to take another sip of wine and focuses on something ahead of him on the balcony. “Like I said, I’ve just been busy with work... we added to the fleet which always creates an abundance of work, and I was flying, too.”

“I appreciate that – I know full well what it’s like to be busy with work, believe me, but if I want to send a message to somebody or speak to them – I do so during a break or in the evening. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

He chuckles. “You’re right, Lexie. I guess I just got swept up with it all, I’m not too sure myself.”

Well that’s hardly an explanation, how ridiculous. But I don’t know the ins and outs; maybe he was flying a lot of nights… But he’s not my boyfriend, I don’t need him to justify anything to me, however much I might want it, and I don’t want to go on, even though my stubborn side wants to explain why his reasoning isn’t washing.
Just be cool, Alexia.

“Okay, well, whatever happened, we’re having another pleasant evening tonight, aren’t we? No need to miss me, now.”

“Exactly. I’m so glad things eased up enough and I was able to invite you over.”

‘Well, good. It’s ideal that I was available and could make it,”
let him believe you do have a social life, Lex,
“tonight has been very nice, thus far.”

“And it will continue, so.”

“Great.”

We clink glasses and take yet another sip as the music takes over from the slightly awkward conversation. Hopefully he’ll say something in a minute to detour. I can’t really think of anything while I internally dispute his absurd explanation and I’d like a distraction because I feel I might just have to say something else about it, and that just wouldn’t be cucumber-cool-Alexia.

On a more positive note, though, he definitely seems a little less lecherous, of late. He’s acting and speaking more ‘adult’ with me, which is very welcoming. Maybe I’ve just gotten used to his lewdness… maybe I’m becoming immune to shameless smut. That’s an unsavoury thought…

“How about…”
oh thank God, a distraction.
He leans forward to return his glass to the table. “We watch a movie?”

A movie? I haven’t watched a movie with a boy since… well, since I dated
boys
.  “Um… sure… if that’s that you’d like to do?” I ask, slightly perturbed.

“I think it could be fun.” He says, smiling, and he stands up, his bare feet flat on the floor with his oversized pants swathing them, somewhat – sexily. He turns the music off, creating a still in the room, a slightly uneasy change of atmosphere.

I look up at him from my position on the couch, wondering if I’m supposed to be getting up, too, as he is standing there, smiling down at me, expectantly.

He holds his hand out to me. “Oh,” I say, now understanding that – yes, I am supposed to be getting up. I uncross my legs and shuffle forwards in my seat until my feet rest on the floor, and I take his hand and stand up. I could have gotten up all by myself, I am a big girl, but I didn’t want to be rude and spurn his tactile offering.

Still clutching my glass as if it’s my only clarity right now, I allow myself to be tugged along behind him, deeper into his apartment.
Why are we moving? Surely one watches television in the living room?
I remember that there is a painting where the T.V. should be though, so he must have a separate room for television.

It’s a little insulting, wouldn’t you say, though? I mean – I’ve been invited over to his home for dinner and instead of talking with me like most other sophisticated, interested men do; he wants to sit in silence to watch some movie? What a way to sweep a woman off of her feet!

I can’t tell at this point what his intentions with me are, does he want to be ‘buddies’? Does he want to use me for my vagina? Does he want a serious relationship? I’m pretty sure it’s not the latter, but I was mindlessly hoping for at least somewhere between the last two, purely because – well, I’m not a guy and do not need a ‘buddy’ to watch movies and games with.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THURSDAY 2
ND
APRIL CONT.

His broad back in the crisp white t-shirt is my view as I walk closely behind him. I haven’t really had much of a chance to look around me to take in other aspects of his apartment.

I feel a sudden contrast beneath my feet, the cool wooden floor replaced by a very soft, very deep pile carpet, and as he releases my hand and steps further into the room, I realise we are in his bedroom.
His bedroom!

A very simplistic, if not smaller than I had imagined - room, with dark brown leather accents and rich, brown wooden furniture. The bed is, of course, large, and extremely comfortable looking – I can imagine myself curled up and cosy in there of an evening, but that’s really not something I need to be picturing right now… is it?
Why are we in here?

“Is this your bedroom?” I ask, maybe it’s a spare room, but even so – it’s still not clear why we are in a bedroom at all… unless he’s raring to get me naked, of course. I’m not sure I’d be so opposed to that, peculiar as it may seem.

“Yep.” He says, strolling over to his bed to retrieve the T.V. remote control, as if that’s explanation enough.

“O-kay… so, why are we here?”

“This is where my T.V. is,” he says, patting the side of his bed to gesture for me to sit as he fixates on the screen.

“Really? You only have one?”

“Yeah, I’m not a huge television kinda guy, and the only place I ever really need or want to watch anything, is in bed. I like the sitting area to remain just that -somewhere to sit and socialise.”

“Don’t you ever watch a game with the guys or anything?”

“Meh…” he shrugs, “not here, we usually go out for a beer if we’re going to watch something. I don’t have the guys over here so much, only Cole and we don’t watch a whole lot of T.V. together. There’s more to life than that, you know?”

Well, I’m standing here thinking, ‘yes’! I really do know, I feel exactly the same way – so why do you want to watch it with me?! “Yeah, I know. I’m not so big on television myself.”
Hint, hint.

“I think you’ll like this though, come – make yourself comfortable. Sit!”

I’m doubtful, and slightly flummoxed, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he wants to get romantic – although I don’t see him as a ‘Sleepless in Seattle’ kind of a guy.

I walk over to the bed, and perch on the edge with my wine, crossing my legs. Sebastian turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow. “Lex.”

“Uh huh?”

“That’s not what I meant. Come on, shake the prim and proper – climb up on my bed and sit against the pillows, get comfy.”

“Well,” I look down at my body and gesticulate with my hand, “I am wearing a suit, Sebastian.”

“So what?” he cries. “You were wearing a suit when we fucked our way along the monkey bars. Get up on the bed!”

He has a point. I guess this guy is just determined to enable my inelegant side. I wasn’t aware that that side had continued to exist after 1995, but it’s rearing its ugly head again. I suppose I’ll just have to embrace it.

I walk around the bed to the other side and hitch my skirt up to gracelessly clamber onto the mattress. I plop down onto the pillows, tucking my legs to the side and lean back against the headboard. It is extremely comfortable, I have to admit, it’s just not all that normal for me to relax in this way - in a suit, with a gentleman.

He backs up and joins me, sitting close and stretching his legs in front of us, reaching an arm around my shoulders. “Okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay, thank you.”

“Great.”

He dims the lights using a switch on his bedside unit and points the remote control at the television, before dropping it to the bed and relaxing back. Suit or no suit, it is actually very comforting to be tucked into his side like this, on his soft, warm bed in the near dark. I’m beginning to think that maybe this is quite a nice idea, and maybe I shouldn’t be so closed off to… er…
oh my God!

I raise an eyebrow as the movie starts, giving it a moment or two before I let my instincts tell me how right they are. ‘
Orifice Office’.
If the ridiculous title wasn’t enough to give it away, the terrible, cheesy opening music certainly is. “Um, Sebastian…”

“Sh, sh… wait a minute.”

I sit up, away from his arm and the headboard, wine in hand, just staring at the screen in amazement. Does this man
honestly
think I’m going to sit here and watch a cheap, 1990 pornographic movie with him?

A 1980’s-style office - full of girls, is the opening scene. Girls that appear to be wearing high-gloss ruby nail polish as lip-gloss and skirts that I’m sure started their lives as Hunza bandeau bikini tops, given their coverage.

See-through white shirts, four sizes too small - unbuttoned to mid-rib, and toes dangling over the edge of heinous, clear plastic, peep-toe platforms - seems to be the uniform at… ‘Orifice Office’. They obviously haven’t heard of bras, given the energetic freedom and bottle corks inside those shirts.

The walls in this office are a charming shade of ‘1984’ blue/grey, and the desks trimmed with a very coordinating pastel peach. It’s pretty clear for anyone watching this obscene trash that the budget was so low they had to borrow a set from some failed 80’s soap opera. I suppose the only thing giving the actual era in which it was made away, are the very chunky 90’s computer monitors.

Oh my God, what am I doing even taking all of this feculence in?

“No way, Sebastian, this is
not…’
I kick my legs from beneath me and turn angrily on the bed before his hand grabs my arm, forcefully, and he lurches over the bed to hold me.

“No, Lex – please. Just bear with me a couple minutes, you’ll see why I’m showing you, you’ll understand in a minute, I promise.” He presses pause on the control.

I turn to look at him, incredulously. “How on
earth
am I going to understand why you brought me into your bedroom to make me watch porn with you? And why the hell have you paused it? Like we’re going to miss an important part or something?”

“It’s… you’ll see. Lex, come back – sit with me, tuck back into my side and see.”

“See what?” I cry. “What exactly is there to see, apart from a room full of women degrading themselves to… this!”

“No, no, I know you’re not into the same things as these girls, they are porn stars, Lexie – but that’s what most of them chose to do, a lot of them enjoy how they earn a living, I’m sure. I’m not asking you to approve of their lifestyle or suddenly wish to become a porn star.”

“Pff!” I spit, interrupting.

“I’m simply asking you to watch something with me. You’re not fazed by something as harmless as a little private porn collection, are you?”

I pause for a moment, thinking about that. Alexia Berkeley isn’t really supposed to get fazed by anything, is she? Do I admit that - yes! I fucking am fazed! Or do I do the Alexia ‘thing’ and play it cool? I’m so used to doing the latter, but the former is my most natural reaction right now. I can control that, though, right?

Can I make myself sit here and endure however much of this filth I can until I realise why he’s showing me it? Whatever that reason may be? Or shall I give in to my inexperience and leave? Maybe it’s time for me to deal with a little bit of something scandalous, so that at least I can say that I
have
seen porn, and I can back up my opinions of it. I hardly have much to go by at the moment.

“I’ll give you five minutes.”

He smiles. “Good. Just give me a chance.”

My eyebrow is still raised, sceptically, but I shuffle back onto the bed and into his side, which, even given the circumstances, is still very appealing to me. I take a large gulp of my wine, finishing the glass, in preparation for what I’m about to go through, and exhale loudly.

He doesn’t say anything to prepare me before he hits play again, and I’m immediately smacked in the face with poorly acted trash. Sighing, I wonder how I’m going to get through the dirty parts if I can’t even handle the run up to it. Maybe the acting and décor will become null and void once dicks start to get licked.
Oh good God, give me strength. Do I really like this man enough to go through this?

‘Someone got a problem with a hard-drive?’
The computer repair guy is dressed ridiculously unrealistically in tight shorts and a terrible white tank top, exposing pretty much all of his flesh. The bulge in his shorts has
got
to be socks.

The girls in the office are chewing the end of a pencil or wafting air into their shirts, exposing themselves to the ‘apparently uncomfortable computer guy’. The air conditioning is obviously broken, too, because they’re all inexplicably sweaty – no doubt there’ll be another underdressed repair guy coming in to fix that in a minute.

‘Someone report a broken air conditioning unit?’
“Ha!” I cry out at the unbelievable predictability and giggle to myself, forgetting Sebastian is sitting right there next to me.

I hear him chuckle with me, reminding me of his presence, and I look at him. He’s looking at me. “It’s bad, right?” he laughs.

“Awful!” I respond, but strangely, I have to look back at the screen, it’s like I don’t want to miss another bit of atrocity. Only a little bit more, then I’ll get disgusted again and give up.

So now, the computer guy is sitting on the floor underneath an extremely spacious desk with a screwdriver, his ‘socks’ bulging through his tight shorts, and he’s sweating profusely. The air conditioning guy is standing on a ladder with one bent leg resting obscurely on a bookshelf, reaching up to the broken unit with a wrench. He, too, is sweating like a gorilla’s sack.

Just imagining all of this sweat coming together is making me nauseous. Don’t get me wrong, when Sebastian has the sex-sweats on me, I’m totally into it – but watching all of these strangers drip is really quite revolting. And to think one of these poor girls is going to have to face-dive into one of these guys’ sweaty pubes.
Ew.

Uh oh – a brunette with a Hunza bandeau top-come-skirt has returned to her desk… the desk with the broken hard-drive underneath. She can’t possible sit down, unless…

Oh yes. She wants that bad boy under her desk, and almost the minute she sits down, both the computer guy and the audience finds out that her underwear colour choice for today is… non-existent nude.

“Dirty whore!” I shout at the T.V. before tipping my empty glass into my mouth, licking the last drop from the rim.

“Here,” Seb says, laughing, “let me get you some more.”

“Great, thanks,” I say, my eyes still fixed on the sweaty computer guy, sweating just that little bit more at the sight of Hunza brunette’s hair-free labia. “Oh… you want to pause it?” I ask, only out of politeness.

“No, I won’t be long, keep enjoying,” he says, and I can hear the smile on his face through his rich, amused tone.

I’ll get bored in a minute. Really, I will. This is just appalling muck. But it’s strangely entertaining.

When Sebastian returns with a tray, I barely register, fixated on this trashy nonsense. “So? What’s happening?” he asks, passing me a bowl of popcorn.

“Ooh, thanks!” I take the bowl, put it down on my lap and wriggle to get comfortable, popping a couple of puffy kernels in my mouth. “Well, hard-drive can’t stop looking between Hunza’s legs, but she’s giving it away. She even had an itch down there that needed to be ‘stroked’ by her whore-red talons.”

He laughs. “Don’t you ever have red nails, Lexie?”

“Of course I do, but I have a sophisticated shade of elegance.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Only when I’m comparing with porn stars.”

“Okay. What else? Is the air conditioning fixed yet?”

“Ha!” I cry, munching on more popcorn. Damned stuff is way too moreish. “No – that guy couldn’t plug a toaster in, let alone fix an air conditioning unit – and all of those sweaty little tramps know it, too. They only want his socks.”

“His socks? He’s wearing socks?” Seb asks.

“No, silly. The crotch socks. The ego-socks.”

I’m fixated on the T.V. so I can’t see his face, but he goes quiet for a moment, I think he’s smiling. “Okay, well we’ll see the
socks
in a minute, see if they like them any more outside of his pants.”

I laugh, but I’m still watching. It’s like it’s addictive or something… like the popcorn.

He hands me my glass of wine and I take a long sip, washing down those annoying flaky bits that always get stuck in the throat and keep you coughing all night long, before putting the glass on the side table and wriggling back into Sebastian’s side. I’m feeling far too comfortable considering I’m in a suit, curled up on his bed – watching porn. Well who’d have thought it?

I cry out with laughter, unexpectedly, when Hunza thrusts her legs apart and hoists her naked pelvis forwards towards Hard-drive. He rubs his ‘socks’ and leans forward, hastily, before getting totally involved in that pussy, licking at it with the longest tongue I think I’ve ever seen.