Bye Felicia ...
Seriously - some people just don't get it.
In the elevator, I texted my driver, Shane, that it was time to go and that I was already in the elevator heading out. Right on cue, he and the car were waiting for me right outside the hotel’s exit.
I climbed in my black stretch limo in the back seat and sank into the Italian leather seats with a sigh.
"Long night, sir?" Shane asked, giving me a quick glance in the rear-view mirror as he pulled the car away from the curb and into traffic.
"Meh." I groaned. "It was OK, up until someone got greedy and broke the rules."
Goddamn, I couldn't wait to get home into my own fucking bed. What a night.
Happy fucking New Year ...
As I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the backseat's headrest, my mind drifted to the night club I had been at earlier this evening, back to the stunning woman that briefly caught my attention, or rather my wolf's attention. She was unquestionably hot. She was a right foot shorter than me, from what I could tell. Probably a C cup and had what appeared to be a tight, slightly tanned, and very fit body. The beauty was sporting a sexy little black dress, and some serious fuck me pumps. Pretty sure she'd be a great lay. But that wasn't what made her appealing to me. It was the fact that she had this incredibly bright red hair, that on anybody else would probably look fucking ridiculous, and the most amazing emerald green eyes I had ever seen.
With that fiery red hair and those green eyes, for some odd reason, she reminded me of ... Christmas.
I recalled there was a brief second in which I was utterly fascinated by her. It seemed as if I had recognized her from somewhere, especially that beautiful smile she offered me.
But, just as quickly as she enchanted me, the lure I felt towards her simply vanished. So, I dismissed the inclination to introduce myself and returned my attention to the sure thing next to me. The little wild cat had made sure to provide me a full-on view of the ample cleavage of her double D's as she clung to my arm.
The weirdest thing, though, I could have sworn I heard a mournful whimper coming from Slade at that exact moment.
Chapter 7
Sammie's POV
Back to the Present
I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off a bit too early for my taste. 6:00 am.
Ish
What the hell!
I pressed my palms on the side of my temples and tried to keep the headache that was threatening my sanity at bay. Slowly I attempted to get out of bed; I felt like shit.
I was incredibly hungover.
How much did I drink last night?
How the hell did I even get home? I definitely needed to ask my drinking buddies about that.
Massaging my temples, I recalled having the strangest dream. I was with my BFF Jay, who'd passed away three years ago, and he was going all ga ga over some hot guys at a night club we were at ... but everything was all a blur. The only thing besides Jay that I could remember was concerning one of the three men he was gawking at. There was something about that man’s ice-blue eyes that remained burned in my memory, and abrupt emptiness overcame my senses when I tried to remember him. Why did my own eyes feel as if I had been crying?
Weird ...
No sense in dwelling on my odd dream since I had a busy day ahead of me, I reminded myself. I needed to get my hung-over ass in gear if I was going to make it to my appointment with my client, Justin, on time.
I'll just have to remember to ask Dasha what she thinks seeing Jay in my dreams might mean. She was into all that new age stuff and might have some insight. Maybe he's trying to say he's still watching over me, but in the company of hot men ... lol
I jumped in the shower and let the hot water ease my aching muscles as I closed my eyes and rested my palms on the cool, beige tiled shower wall.
Note to self, do not stay out late drinking with the girls on a weeknight. That shit is deadly.
Luckily for me, my job did not require me to have to worry about my attire too much. After a quick blow-dry, I pulled my shoulder-length pastel pink hair, which I have sported for the past three years in honor of Jay, up into a ponytail. I slipped on my workout gear, which consisted of a pair of hot pink skintight Lycra yoga pants with a matching sports bra that hugged my toned body like a second skin and my Puma cross-trainers.
God, I totally loved my job.
After a quick cup of coffee, I grabbed my sports bottle out of the fridge, my gym bag, and my keys, then headed out the door of my newly acquired Condo. With a sense of self-pride, I made my way down to the underground garage and hopped in my red Mercedes. I then clipped on my Dolce sunglasses and headed towards my destination.
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Today I had an appointment with a well-known and incredibly sexy WWF fighter. During one of his exhibitions, he tore his rotator cuff. Luckily, the injury didn't require surgery to fix but still had done enough damage to prevent him from fighting for several months. I've been working with him on the healing process for two months already and could certainly see the improvements he's made thus far. I knew his goal was to get back in the ring as soon as possible, but he still had a couple of more months of therapy to go before that was even considered. Of course, this was fine by me since I'd also been enjoying our other physical activities in the process.
That man can smack my ass down any time. Grr baby, grr.
Today was not going to be one of my extended visits with Justin, however. He had a flight to catch and some WWF convention to make an appearance at.
After his workout, I sang the usual praise about how well he was doing with the exercises I had prepared for him as part of his continual strengthening regimen and began to gather up my things so that I could leave. As I bent over to grab one of my 10-lb dumbbells, I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around my torso, tugging me up towards the rock-solid body attached to it. Justin leaned into me and nuzzled his stubbled chin against the curve of my neck as he began to massage my right breast through my sports bra. He slowly began nibbling a sensitive spot on my neck as one of his hands made their way between my legs, causing me to let out a slow moan. Grinning, I reached back and circled my arm around to run my fingers through his sweat laced sandy brown hair. Instantly, I was whipped around to face him. A predatory grin swept across lips. "You know, you can't be bent over like that in front of me, baby." He growled. "Seeing you like that makes me think really dirty thoughts about what I want to do to that tight little ass of yours." I giggled as his big hand gave my ass a rough squeeze. I placed my hand on his chest and smoothly pushed the burly muscle man away.
"Justin..." I purred, "we don't have time to play today. You have a plane to catch in like two hours, and I'm pretty sure what you have in mind will no doubt take more time than you have to make your flight." His lips curled up as he stared hungrily at my now hardened nipples that were making themselves quite visible from beneath my Lycra top. By the decent-sized bulge forming beneath his grey shorts, it was quite apparent that he wanted to continue our little tryst.
"C'mon babe, you got me all hot and bothered. We don't even need to do it in the bedroom right here is just fine."
"No, Justin. You have a plane to catch, remember."
"Yeah, so?"
"So? If I know you, you probably haven't even packed your shit yet. So that means you still need to do that and manage to get to the airport, which may I remind you that you live at least twenty minutes away. There's no time."
He grabbed my hand, a little too rough for my liking, and placed it on his crotch. Slowly he maneuvered my hand in a slow stroke against his hardened member as he closed his eyes and let out a moan.
"Fine. If you won't let me fuck you, then can you at least help me take care of this? I mean, it is your fault; the least you can do is finish me off."
"No, Justin."
He continued to keep my hand in his tight grip as he massaged his engorged member.
"L
ook, Sammie, I'm not asking for much. Just a few minutes of your time. I'm already hard and ready. All I'm asking is for you is to use that pretty little mouth of yours to suck me off. You can even do it while I'm in the shower. Then it's like killing two birds with one stone baby. Don't you want to make your man happy before he goes away for a few days? Hmm?"
He leaned over and began suckling on the sensitive spot above my collar bone, eliciting a moan from me.
Damn me and my weaknesses.
This was so not the reaction I had wanted to give him.
Despite how seriously turned on, I was becoming, now wasn't the time for foreplay. And honestly, I wasn't entirely in the mood. For some reason, Justin’s rather assertive behavior really irritated me today. Sticking to my guns and using the fact that he had a flight to catch was the easiest way for me to get out of it.
"Look, Justin, I'm sorry you're sporting a raging hard-on at the moment but now is not the time for this. It would be best if you got ready to go. You have a flight to catch, and you know how pissed off your manager will be if you miss it. So I suggest you find a way to handle it yourself. You're a big boy; I'm sure you'll figure out a way."
Justin looked deep into my eyes, almost as if he were trying to will me to cave into his advances, but I held my ground and crossed my arms over my chest between us. Knowing how stubborn I can be, Justin finally conceded. "Fine, suit yourself, babe, but you know you're gonna miss this." He pointed to the hard bulge beneath his shorts. With a dejected shrug of his shoulders, he stalked off to his bedroom for a quick shower. I knew he was pissed because I heard the bedroom door slam shut. Oh well, he's a big boy; he can handle a little rejection now and then.
I, of course, treated his exit as an opportunity to make my escape.
As I got in my car, I leaned back against the black leather headrest and exhaled. Maybe it was time to have another talk with Justin and remind him of the rules of our non-relationship. Lately, he'd been a little more aggressive with his advances than I'd like. Sex was OK, but that's all it was – sex. Hot and sweaty sex, to be more precise but, that was all I wanted from him.
Total role reversal, I know, but I just don't feel that spark, you know. The feeling that makes you want to be with that special person totally and no one else didn't exist between Justin and me.
I decided to have a talk about our non-relationship with Justin when he got back from his trip. No sense in causing unnecessary drama before he left for the weekend.
Our conversation would either go very well, or I may have to end up referring Justin to another therapist for the duration of his therapy. Losing him as a client would suck because, again, while the job and the sex were good, they were not good enough to make me think of him other than a fuck buddy. No job was worth the headache. I knew I should have never crossed the lines between professionalism and personal life, but what can I say? I’d only ever been with one other guy sexually, and Justin was very persistent.
This man was definitely going to be the death of me.
Chapter 8
Sammie's POV
Earlier in the evening, I received a text reminding me that I had dinner plans with my BFF, Dasha. I had gotten home a couple of hours earlier and fallen asleep on the grey micro-suede chaise lounge in my living room. Having only one client to tend to, Fridays were my early days. I rubbed my hands over my face and glanced over at the silver star-shaped clock hanging on the wall to my left. Shit - I completely forgot. I had less than two hours to get ready and meet her. Since traffic in the city could be unpredictable, I knew I needed to get a move on. Even though we spoke practically every day, with her decision to move to a town like two hours away and our conflicting schedules, I hadn't in reality seen Dasha in a while. It had been at least six months, to be exact, so I genuinely missed my BFF.
Tonight, I was utterly looking forward to some good old-fashioned BFF bonding time.
I took a quick shower, dried my hair, and decided on what to wear. I chose my little black halter dress, which had a low scoop front, that showed off just the right amount of cleavage, and my Black Fairy Louboutin's. I threw my hair up in a messy bun, put on a little light make-up, grabbed my evening bag, and after a quick once over in the mirror, I decided I was ready to head out for the evening.
Driving through downtown Minneapolis traffic was relatively more comfortable to deal with this evening. Despite a few detours due to road construction here and there, I arrived at my destination in record time. Fortunately, I was pretty comfortable navigating around the one-way streets and managed to pull my car into the parking garage located next to the restaurant with ease. I was a few minutes early, so I decided to text Dasha that I had already arrived and would meet her inside the restaurant. I checked my lip-gloss in my rear-view mirror and made my way over to where we were meeting - Hell's Kitchen.
When I stepped inside the restaurant, my senses were seized by all of the fantastic aromas of food drifting around inside the room. I had been here a few times for their featured brunch items on Redemption Sundays. They had the BEST lemon ricotta pancakes. I was relatively new to their dinner crowd, so I was looking forward to trying something new. Needless to say, the mouth-watering scents surrounding me caused my stomach to emit a little grumble, making me realize how hungry I actually was; since I hadn't eaten anything since this morning.
I checked in with the petite hostess and was promptly seated at my table. I let her know that the rest of my party was still on their way, to which she smiled and assured me that she would bring them over to the table once they arrived.
Not too long after I was seated, I was greeted by a charming twenty-something server named Shawn, who was sporting the most adorable damn dimples. I let Shawn know that I was still waiting for the rest of my party and ordered my usual drink, the Foxy Devil, a ginger vodka, basil lemonade cocktail that was to DIE for. With a killer smile and wink, Shawn took my drink order and walked over to the bar. This allowed me the perfect opportunity to ogle at the great view of his muscular backside through his tight-fitting black tee and dark washed jeans, which showed off his sexy ass.
Yeah, this guy must definitely get good tips.
Just as I was about to peruse the menu, I noticed the hostess heading in my direction with someone following close behind her. It was Dasha. But not as I had remembered her. She had dramatically changed her appearance. Don't get me wrong; my BFF Dasha was already gor-gina. She had olive skin, which gave her an exotic appearance, black hair, and hooded dark green eyes with criminally long lashes. However, now Dasha looked even more amazing. I could tell that she had indeed been working out because her svelte body was much more toned than it used to be. She was now wearing contacts instead of her wire-rimmed glasses, so her eyes appeared more vibrant than before. But it was her hair that shocked me the most. She had dyed it bright Cherry Red.
The same color that I had before Jay's death, to be exact.
When she got to the table, she immediately sat down, smiled, and greeted me.
"What's up bitch?" she jokingly declared.
I just stared at her blankly, blinking my eyes as if I were sending some sort of Morse Code message.
Evidently, nobody seemed to be deciphering my distress call.
I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that Dasha was now the spitting image of, well ... me.
Needless to say, I was at a momentary loss for words.
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I quickly regained my senses and returned Dasha's playful greeting as I stood up and reached over to give her a warm hug.
"What up Whore!"
Hmm, was that my signature perfume she was wearing too?
Suspish.
I had missed Dasha so much, and clearly, during our time apart, she decided to make some alterations to her appearance without even telling me. Not gonna lie; this made me feel kind of upset that she didn't think to share any of this with me. To say that I was flabbergasted, not to mention a littl
e weirded out, by her recent transformation was an understatement.
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