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EXCERPT:
I waited on the sidewalk, resisting
the urge to pace. I couldn’t believe I
just walked away from a man so brilliantly sexy, but how could I not? He was just messing around, playing games,
probably trying to get a rise out of a woman like me.
I didn’t blame him for it, I blamed
myself for becoming that kind of woman.
Even still, as I stood with the
strip club to my back, knowing damn well I could have walked back inside, found
Wendy, and maybe done something wild to drive Aiden Delmaro wild, I remained in
place, waiting for a cab. That’s just my
personality, the kind of person stuck in a routine which is nothing but a
rut. And my rut was the future, and a
vision of my life that could happen but most likely wouldn’t. The vision of a house, a husband, children
all the things I considered normal… but for how long would I enjoy it if and
when it came?
As regret started to gnaw its teeth
into me, I shivered. Between the cool
air and my burning body I needed to get as far away from the strip club as
possible.
Three cabs – not one, not two, but
three – drove right by me in glorious fashion, ignoring my request of their
service and two of them stopped at a red light a block away. I thought about running after the second cab
when I saw the red light but before I could take a step, the light turned green
and the vehicle started to move.
Shit.
At this rate, I’d never get
home. I’d never get a bath, with
candlelight, and I’d never get my good night of sleep for my first day on the
new job.
Shit.
“The cabs are horrible in this
area.”
I turned to smile, out of courtesy
to the person behind me and as I did, my mind registered the voice.
I
knew that voice.
It was too late to cancel my smile
because by the time my mind put the voice to a face I was staring at that face.
Aiden’s face.
“Oh. You.”
“Oh. Me.”
I turned back around and stepped
into the road. A desperate attempt to
catch a cab for sure. Or better yet, a
cab could hit me and then I’d get a ride to the hospital and then home.
Win-win.
Shit.
Aiden stepped with me and now stood
next to me.
“I think it’s the strip club that
does it,” he said. He was so calm,
acting as though nothing happened in the club.
“You know, the atmosphere.”
“Naked women?” I asked. “Wouldn’t most cab drivers…”
“Not that,” Aiden said. “Drunk men – and women – stumbling around,
three seconds away from throwing up.
Fights. Slurring. The remains of what was a good night. Not to mention, the cab drivers get to pick
up the trash and don’t get to see the beautiful women inside.”
Beautiful
women.
“However,” Aiden continued, “not
many are quite as beautiful as you.”
His hand was on the move again,
this time sliding into my hand. I
whimpered, hoping I could hide the sound, but when I saw Aiden smile again, I
figured I was caught.
“So you have a car?” I asked.
“Plenty of them,” Aiden said. “But I won’t drink and drive. I don’t make bad choices.”
His head slowly turned and his
burning eyes caught mine. My body
throbbed for him. I knew the bad choices
comment had nothing to do with drinking and driving.
“I really have to get home,” I
said. “I’m starting a new job tomorrow.”
“New job? And you came to the strip club to celebrate.”
“I already told you, I had to give
my roommate…”
“Ah, here we are. Finally.”
Aiden may have cut me off but it was
the sight before my eyes that kept me in silence. I watched as a sleek black limo appeared.
“I’m going to take you,” Aiden
said. “Come. I won’t wait.”
His hand moved from my hand to my
lower back. His movements were naturally
smooth. He was a man who bled confidence
and had not a single worry or care in the world. He walked to the limo and opened the
door. He didn’t offer me a ride, he
didn’t offer me to get in, he told me to do it.
He told me he was taking me home.
And his face was too sexy to deny. His eyes were beady and intense, like staring
into the eyes of a hungry predator. A
sexual predator, that’s what Aiden Delmaro was, but I still moved towards the
limo.
I figured I would have at least
looked back, one last time, and tried to convince myself otherwise. But it didn’t matter right then. I moved into the limo and slid across. I told myself I wouldn’t watch Aiden climb into
the limo, but I did. His size and
demeanor was just amazing.
He took the seat across from
me.
It was the last thing I needed or
wanted, or at least that’s what I continued to repeat in my mind. I looked out the window and thought about my
books at home. The books I planned on
reading in a few minutes. By the time
Aiden took me home it would only eat into a half hour, if that.
Things could have ended up much
worse.
The limo started to move and Aiden
touched his tie. He pulled at the knot
and let out a long breath.
“Feels good to relax for a minute.”
“I’ll relax when I’m home.”
“Tell me your plans.”
I looked at Aiden and wanted to
look mean or annoyed but I couldn’t. I
knew I looked desperate, my cheeks a little flushed, my hands touching the
seat, constantly moving. My nerves felt
pinched and I was uncomfortable but yet comfortable at the same time. I felt comfortable with the fantasy of Aiden
Delmaro. The idea of a hot stranger
coming to me, wanting me, taking me away for a night (or life) of money and
lust. I felt uncomfortable actually
being in what could have been the fantasy.
“My plans?”
“Going home and going to bed? Is that it?”
The tone in Aiden’s voice egged me
on. I resisted it and just nodded.
“I see,” he said. “A life ahead of you to live and you’re going
to sleep it away. Live in a cloud.” He leaned forward and pointed at me. His tie dangled between his legs. I hated myself for looking. To be honest, I wished the tie wasn’t there…
or his pants. I wanted to see more. “I bet you have the next ten years planned
out perfectly, don’t you? Or at least in
your eyes, it’s perfection.”
Aiden paused, waiting for my
reaction. There was none. I simply ignored him. I needed to just ride this out a few more
minutes and I’d be home.
When I didn’t react, Aiden sat back
and loosened his tie some more. He
pulled the knot down until the tie let loose.
He pulled it from his neck and crumpled it into his big, strong hand and
then tossed it at me.
I let the tie hit the seat next to
me. My nose perked up, wanting to grab
the tie and smell it. I wanted to
memorize Aiden’s musky scent to keep for later use. Thinking about my body – touching myself or
Aiden touching me – made my cheeks burn again.
“It’s time to live,” Aiden
said. “But, then again, you came to the
strip club to drop something off for your roommate.”
“Something she needed,” I
said. “I’m a nice person.”
“That’s good. I’m generally not.”
I liked Aiden being stern and mean,
but I knew I had to be careful. He could
be dangerous. Plus, if I kept talking,
I’d have more of a story to tell Wendy.
Think about that… I’d finally have
a story to share with Wendy.
“Tell me your plans.” Aiden tapped the leather seat in the
limo. “Right. Now.”
“Fine,” I said. “I’m going to take a hot bath. With candles around the tub. And relax.
Then I’m going to bed.”
Aiden’s eyes opened wide. “Ah, so close… so, so close Elsie.”
When he said my name, my body
flooded with a raging heat. I was soaked
again, as I thought about all the different things I wanted Aiden to do to me.
“So close?”
“So close,” Aiden repeated. “There’s plenty after the candlelit hot
bath.”
My cheeks were on fire, matching my
body and my panties. “Oh…?”
Aiden pointed to himself. “Me.”
I tried to laugh but it came out as
a whimper. “You’re coming home with me?”
Oh, how my thoughts went wild. I’d make Wendy so proud of me to have her
come home and suffer through the sexual sounds of Aiden and myself going at it.
Aiden leaned forward again. He looked more annoyed than ever. He shook his head. He reached for me, touching my knee. My legs wanted to open, but I tried to fight
it.
“Elsie… I’m not coming home with
you tonight. You’re coming home with
me.”
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