Blurred Lines

by Naughty Aphrodite

  She wrapped her arms around me, then kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you. Now,” she said, pulling my top down to show more of my cleavage, “let the girls get a little air. He seems like an ass man, but you never know. He could be a titty man. And don’t act all snobby either! Be friendly!”

  I smacked her hands, “Gloria, get away from me! Stop!” She laughed as I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. She was right, though. Maybe I would be able to convince him to keep the building up. It was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

  ***

  I walked outside into the blazing heat as Jordan’s car was parked near the curb. A man stepped outside from the front of the car and walked around to the side where he held the door open for me. “Ma’am,” he said with a smile, “my name is Kurt, and I will be your driver today.”

  He extended his hand to help me inside of the vehicle. “Thank you,” I said as I stepped inside. White leather covered the spacious back seats. Cool air swirled around in the back, a sharp contrast from the aggressive Texas heat. Jordan sat on the other side with a smile on his face as he looked at his watch.

  “You know, for a second, I thought you weren’t going to come.”

  I placed my purse on the leather seat. “I wasn’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because, Jordan… or, Mr. Hilton–”

  “Jordan is fine.”

  I smiled. “Right. Well, Mr. Hilton, I just didn’t believe we had anything to talk about, and I really don’t like to mix business with pleasure, so I was against it. We are obviously from two opposite ends of the spectrum and I know we wouldn’t have anything to discuss.” I folded my arms and leaned against the back seat as the car smoothly transitioned from the street to the freeway.

  I glanced outside as we traveled on Highway 635 and it took a few minutes before I realized the thick silence that sat between us. When I shifted my attention towards him, he was smiling. It was a smile that said he wasn’t intimidated by me. Gloria was right, I could come off like a snob, especially with men that I didn’t like. I took a deep breath as her words replayed in my mind. “Just try it, ok? For the community center. Don’t be a snob.”

  I forced myself to loosen up. “So,” I said, glancing at his tattoos. “When did you get those?”

  “Oh, these? When I was younger. I was kind of a troublemaker before I settled down. I got these tattoos when I was twenty. They really don’t mean anything, I just like the designs.”

  I looked at them closer as we whisked past buildings. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

  “Twenty-nine. I’ll be thirty in October.”

  “Twenty-nine, huh? A billionaire at twenty-nine? Must’ve had a silver spoon along the way.”

  He laughed as he reached into his compartment and grabbed a bottle of champagne. He lifted a glass, silently asking me if I wanted a drink, but I declined. He slid one of the two glasses back into the compartment and used his steady hand to pour a drink. I thought he would spill it, but surprisingly, nothing went awry. “Quite the opposite,” he said. “I hustled when I was younger. I was about twenty-one at the time. I got locked up because of it.”

  My eyebrows lifted to the middle of my forehead. That was the last thing I expected to hear from him. “Don’t look surprised. What? Do you think a pretty boy like myself would never get involved with anything like that?” He laughed as he took a sip of his champagne.

  I was intrigued.

  “I just met the wrong guys and got mixed up in the wrong things. I was always good with numbers, though. Good with math and things like that. My uncle, a long time ago before he passed away, he was into stocks and bonds. He showed me the ropes during the time I was hustling, and I know he thought it was going in one ear and out the other, but no. I listened.”

  The middle window rolled down in the midst of our conversation. “Sir,” the driver said, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but it seems we’ve hit a patch of traffic. We’ve got about thirty minutes before we arrive at the location because of the backup. Would you like to go to a different restaurant?”

  “Shoot,” Jordan said as he snapped his fingers. He looked at me, “do you have any suggestions?”

  “I know a place,” I said. “Rudy’s chicken.”

  “In Oak Cliff?” he asked with his eyebrows scrunched up. “Oh, hell no,” he said, laughing. “No way. I am not taking this car over there. Nuh uh. I’ve been there before, and I don’t want that attention. Do you have a second choice?”

  I laughed as I looked out of my window, “go ahead and take the next exit. We can just go to Pappaudeux’s. They have pretty good seafood.”

  “Pappauduex’s. Alright, we can go there. That is fine with me.”

  He finished telling me about his story as we rode to the restaurant. By the time we got there, I had completely forgotten how much I had hated him. He wasn’t much of a jerk after all. He held the doors for me and treated me like a queen. I didn’t want to believe that he liked me, but as we sat and ate, I found myself appreciating who he was and where he came from.

  “Really?” I said, laughing out loud with a half-eaten piece of cheesecake right in front of me. “I cannot believe that! So, you went there with nothing but your underwear on?”

  “Yes! Yes, I did. As embarrassing as it was, I showed up in my underwear. I am telling you, Alex is bad news. As a matter of fact, I can’t believe that the only thing I did was lose my phone. Alex is a wild guy. You’ll meet him sooner or later.” He took a sip of his drink as he peered at me from beyond his glass.

  The waiter walked to our table, ready to serve. “Well, how was everything?”

  “It was great,” Jordan said as he reached into his pocket. He pulled his card out of his wallet and handed it to the waiter. “Wait a minute,” he said, looking at me. “Did you want anything else?”

  “No, I am stuffed. I don’t even think I can finish the rest of this cheesecake. I don’t know how I am going to work the rest of the day. I am liable to fall into a coma.”

  Jordan laughed, then released his card to the waiter. “Thank you, sir. I’ll have this right back to you.” I tried to take another bite of cake, but it was no use. I dropped the fork onto the plate as Jordan watched me, smiling. “My goodness, why are you just looking at me like that? You creeper.”

  He laughed. “I am sorry, I just… I don’t know, but you are beautiful. Gorgeous. Inside and out.”

  I took a napkin and wiped my mouth. “Really, now? How do I know that you don’t say this to all of the women you take out to eat?”

  “Because my time is valuable and I wouldn’t spend intimate moments with someone if I felt that they weren’t worth it. I’ve been single for a while now and um–” The waiter came back to our table and interrupted his train of though.

  “There you are, sir. I hope you two had a pleasant afternoon. Stay as long as you’d like and just flag me down if you need anything else.”

  “Will do,” Jordan said as he signed the receipt.

  I looked at my phone. “Jeez... I need to get back to the community center. My God, how long have we been here?”

  He slid the receipt to the middle of the table and tucked his wallet back into his pocket. “I think maybe an hour… an hour and half.”

  “God, Gloria is going to kill me. I was supposed to help her with the reports today.” I grabbed my purse. “Can we head back now? Please?”

  He leaned forward and wrapped his hands around mine, “Only. ONLY, if you let me do this with you again. Except for next time, we can come to my place and avoid all of this traffic. I have a personal chef who can cook anything on this side of the moon, and your taste buds will never forget it.”

  “Your place?” I asked quizzically as his strong hands gripped mine.

  “Yes, my place. I’ll be on my best behavior. Scouts honor.”

  As much as I wanted to say no to him, I couldn’t. He was no longer the jerk I thought he was in the beg
inning. He was a gentleman. He was someone with a soft heart, and although I always said I would never mix business with pleasure, his alluring smile and demeanor made it impossible to reject him. After trying to maintain a cold stare, I finally broke. “Fine,” I said with a smile. “Fine. Your place. Best behavior, right?”

  His eyes met squarely with mine, “very best. How does this weekend sound? Friday? Saturday?”

  “Friday will work.”

  “Great.”

  He stood up and extended his hand to help me out of my seat. We walked into the restaurant in a single file line, but we left with our arms connected with each other. I don’t know what happened, but the date went the exact opposite way that I thought it would go. Not only did this date go well, but I agreed to another one, and on top of it all, I think I was looking forward to it.

  Chapter 5

  HARPER

  I arrived at Jordan’s penthouse the following Friday. I had always seen these towers on my way to and from work, but I never had the luxury of going inside one of them. I called Jordan once I parked my car. “Go ahead and walk through the front door. Let the security guard know that you are here to see me and he will buzz you in.”

  “Really? All of that for visitors?”

  “This is a very secure building,” he said, laughing. “The only way you will get inside is if you were invited. That’s it.”

  “So, I guess I should feel lucky then, huh?”

  “Lucky? If anybody is lucky, it is me. Go ahead and let security buzz you in. I’ll be upstairs waiting.”

  He hung up before I could respond to him. His comment made me blush, but he would never know that. Gloria was upset that I didn’t even speak to him regarding the community center on our last date. I tried to tell her that I was waiting for the right time, but she didn’t want to understand that. I didn’t tell her about this date, either. I knew she would hound me from the time I got here until I left, making sure that I mentioned something to him about the community center. I didn’t want it to go down, but I had a feeling that it was out of my hands.

  I stepped inside of the building. Soft jazz music bounced off the walls as soon as I walked in. The security guard was buff, but he was an older guy, dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and a badge right on the front. His voice was sonorous when I approached the desk. “Hello, miss. Who are you here to see?”

  “Jordan. Jordan Hilton.”

  “One moment, please.” He grabbed his phone and called Jordan. Moments later, he hung up and walked me to the elevator. “He is on the 20th floor. He has the only suit on that floor, so just knock on the first door you see.”

  “Thank you.”

  The elevator ride was smooth from bottom to top. Mirrors were positioned on each wall as small lights decorated the top of the elevator near the ceiling. My heartbeat sped up as the elevator rose higher. I wondered what the night would be like I kept my eyes above, looking at each floor number light up as I traveled higher. I gripped a hold of my purse once I made it to the top floor.

  The doors opened slowly, and as soon as I stepped off, gray, marbled floors covered the hallway. A large door was straight ahead, and to the side of it, there were two plants with branches sprouting high towards the ceiling. They were like miniature palm trees as I stepped between them and knocked on the door.

  Jordan opened it, and as he stood on the other side, he smiled and winked. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said as he welcomed me in. There was a fish tank to my right as soon as I walked inside. Large fish swam about like they were in a small aquarium. On the other side of the tank, there was a spacious front room decked out with a large, plush sectional on top of a white rug. He reached for my jacket. “May I?” he asked politely.

  I removed my arms out of the coat as he slid it off and hung it in the closet near the front door. The penthouse smelled like lobster, shrimp, and seasoned crab legs as he led me into the front room. A large window was positioned on the wall, allowing me to see the Dallas skyline in the distance. My heels clicked on the marble floor as I walked to the window. “This… this is beautiful,” I said as I looked outside.

  He stood beside me with his hands folded behind his back. “Yeah, I guess it is. I mean, you get used to it when you live here, though.”

  “I could never get used to this.”

  “Sir, dinner is ready,” the chef said as he stepped out of the kitchen with his chef’s hat on and a white smock.

  “Just in time,” Jordan said as he escorted me to the kitchen. The table was covered with king crab legs, lobster, shrimp, and crawfish. My mouth watered as he pulled the chair out for me. “Did I get it right?” he asked as I took my seat.

  My eyes were wide as if I was trying to see everything at once. “Yes, yes. I am impressed. You stalker.”

  I winked at him as he laughed and took a seat beside me at the large kitchen table. “Yeah, well, I guess I will be a stalker then. It got you here, didn’t it?”

  “Am I going to have to call the police?”

  He cleared his throat, and with that, the chef dimmed the lights and lit a few candles that were on the table. Soft Jazz music picked up through the surround sound moments after the front door closed. “Well, I guess the mood is set.”

  He poured a glass of wine for both of us, and we began eating.

  Our date started exactly where the last one left off. We spoke over the phone a few times throughout the week before I was set to come over here, so I felt as if I knew him better than before. When we finished eating, we both had a few glasses of wine in our systems. We relaxed on the sectional as he massaged my foot while it was rested on his leg.

  “Yes, right there,” I said as I dipped my head back. “I haven’t felt any hands on my feet like this in a long time.”

  “That is hard to believe.”

  “Well, believe it.”

  As my eyes were closed, I felt him lift my foot higher. When I opened them, he had slid my toes into his mouth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, “wait,” I said, softly. “Wait.” But he didn’t stop. His hand moved up my thigh until his fingers brushed against my vagina. A tingling rush shot through my leg as his finger stroked the outside of my panties. The will to resist was non-existent as he moved his lips up my leg.

  I moaned deeply as my breathing increased. When I opened my eyes, he was on top of me, shirtless. His tattoos decorated his chest like graffiti as I pressed my hands against it. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to me, pressing my lips against his. He wrestled with his pants until they were loose enough for him to discard them. “Wait,” I said, catching my breath. “Just wait. Where… where is–” the pleasure came back as soon as he slid his finger back to my vagina.

  My panties were soaked as he stuck his finger inside of me. I moaned as my breathing increased. My mouth hung open like a garage door as he stroked my clit back and forth, then pressed his lips against mine again. His lips twirled around my breasts, licking my erected nipples like they were Hershey’s kisses. I reached down and felt his dick, hard and pulsating. He brushed it against my pussy, teasing me. Pretending as if he was going to go in, just to stop and smile. He wanted me to beg for it.

  “Slide it in,” I said, softly. “Put that dick in my fuckin’ pussy.”

  Just then, I heard a rip, and as I looked down, he was stroking his dick as he slid the condom in place. I breathed heavier as I dipped my head back onto the cushion and as a tidal wave poured from my vagina, he slid right inside of me. He put his hands around my throat as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscles bulged as he held me down. His biceps rippled, his pecs bounced, his abs were defined as I ran my fingers over them.

  Suddenly, he ripped my legs off his waist and pinned them back on the couch as he pounded me. My titties bounced up and down as I closed my eyes, wincing from the pain of ecstasy. I could feel his dick in my stomach as he went to work. I was getting fucked by Jordan, and it was better than I could’ve i
magined.

  ***

  The day had finally come for the building to get demolished. Jordan and I had begun a steady relationship over the past few weeks, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from moving forward with his plans. We stood outside in the parking lot, far away from where the wrecking balls and other machines that were set up to complete the destruction of the community center.

  We kept our relationship quiet for now to keep people from talking, but more importantly, to keep Gloria from thinking I was a traitor for not doing anything to stop him. Jordan stood next to me as I wiped tears from my eyes, “I can’t believe this is happening,” I said as I stood in the parking lot with my hand covering my mouth. It felt like a part of my life was being ripped away from me and there was nothing I could do about it.