Beautiful Disaster

by Rye Hart

  “I did that,” I said with a smile. “I actually just left Dallas.”

  “Oh yeah?” Michael asked. His interest was flattering, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to get into the details of my life with a complete stranger. After all, we’d only known each other for ten minutes.

  “I needed a change.” I shrugged. “This place seemed perfect. The only problem with Ennis is its lack of publications.”

  “Yeah,” Michael said. “You won’t find a need for reporters around here. It’s a pretty quiet town.”

  I nodded. “So, I’ve realized.”

  Michael and I spent the rest of the morning talking. I asked what he did for a living, something about oil rigs or tools, and he asked more questions about my job search, what kind of column I wanted to write, where I went to school, my journalistic background.

  With each minute that passed, it became easier and easier to talk to him. Michael didn’t feel like a stranger. There was something oddly familiar about him, something that put me at ease and made me feel like Ennis was really meant to be my new home. When he finally stood up to leave, a sense of disappointment settled in my chest, but I pushed it away and fixed him with my best smile.

  “It was really nice to meet you,” I said.

  “This doesn’t have to be goodbye,” Michael said. “I’m fairly confident I’ll see you around again, but just in case…”

  He pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed a napkin off the table. Handing both to me, he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

  I laughed and took the pen from him. Scribbling my number on the napkin, I felt his eyes on the back of my neck. Just his attention was enough to make my cheeks blush.

  “Thank you,” he said as I handed him the napkin with my number written on it.

  “I’ll see you around,” I said.

  “You definitely will.”

  Michael grinned at me one last time before waving goodbye to Sarah and stepping outside. I watched him until he disappeared around the corner, my cheeks still slightly warm.

  CHAPTER 4

  MICHAEL

  Julie’s face floated through my mind for the rest of the day. I was extremely late to work that morning, but I didn’t care. By the time I ambled into the office, Marcy had ten messages for me and was on her way out to lunch. My mind was barely focused on work, even as I threw myself into returning phone calls and emails.

  All I could think about were those pale blue eyes and her light brown hair that fell just to her shoulders. Whenever she shifted her head, it caught the sunlight just right and made my stomach tighten. She was tall, but not too tall. Her curves were just enough to draw my eyes. She was gorgeous in a way I’d never expected. I could have stayed in that café all day if it meant I could talk to her.

  As I sat back in my chair, I tried not to think about her. I tried to listen to the client who was talking a mile a minute in my ear. I tried to focus on the emails pouring in. I tried to ignore the nagging voice in the back of my head, telling me to drop everything and call Julie. Nothing worked. No matter how much I tried to stay focused on work, I just couldn’t get her smile out of my mind.

  Julie looked to be in her mid-twenties, although I didn’t know her exact age. When she spoke about her job as a journalist, she slipped into an easy professionalism that most people her age didn’t have. I was impressed by her the second she opened her mouth. She was intelligent and witty. Talking to her was effortless. I couldn’t remember the last time I could joke with someone the way I joked with her.

  “Mr. Smart?” Marcy asked, poking her head into my office. “I have Timothy Harrington on the phone.”

  If there was anything that would drive Julie out of my head, it was the name, Harrington. “Put him through.”

  Marcy nodded and hurried back to her desk. I heard the familiar click of her phone, and then, my own rang sharply. I picked it up quickly and pressed the receiver to my ear.

  “Mr. Harrington,” I said. “What can I do for you today?”

  “My lawyers went over the contracts,” Timothy said, not bothering with pleasantries. “Everything seems to be in order.”

  “That’s wonderful,” I said. “I’m glad to hear it.”

  “Jonathan and I will sign them tomorrow,” Timothy said. “Your office should have them by the end of the day.”

  “Thank you,” I said, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “I look forward to working with you, Mr. Harrington.”

  “And Michael?” Timothy said. “Don’t screw this up.”

  With that, Timothy hung up, and I was left with a dial tone. I shook my head and exhaled sharply as I laid the phone back down. My entire body felt light as air. Not only did I spend the morning with an amazing woman, but I just landed the biggest account of my career.

  I couldn’t wait another second. Without thinking, I pulled the napkin with Julie’s number out of my pocket and smoothed it out on my desk. I dialed her number and grinned as I sat back and listened to the phone ring.

  “Hello?” Julie’s voice was just as sweet and seductive as it had been in person.

  “Hey there, it’s Michael,” I said. “Any luck on the job front?”

  Julie laughed. “Not yet,” she said. “But I won’t find anything if you keep distracting me.”

  “Distracting you?” I asked. I raised my eyebrows and grinned, knowing she couldn’t see me.

  “First this morning,” she said with a sigh. “And now, this phone call. How’s a girl ever supposed to get anything done?”

  “I’ll make you a deal,” I said.

  “Oh?” Julie asked playfully.

  “I’ll stop distracting you,” I said. “If you agree to come to dinner with me tomorrow night.”

  “Tomorrow night?” I could hear the hesitation in her voice, and my stomach dropped.

  “Just dinner,” I said quickly. “I know a place.”

  Julie paused for a second, and I held my breath. I’d been flying so high after my conversation with Timothy that I didn’t even consider the possibility that she might say no.

  “Sure,” Julie said. “Sounds great.”

  “Text me your address,” I said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

  ***

  Thursday dragged on miserably. I barely worked that day. Marcy kept asking if I was okay, but I was more than okay. Just the prospect of seeing Julie again was enough to keep my spirits high. I was concerned about how into her I already was, but I decided to run with it. What was the worst that could happen?

  “I’m out of here,” I told Marcy as I pulled my office door closed behind me. “See you tomorrow.”

  “Have fun tonight, Mr. Smart.” Marcy grinned slyly.

  “Been eavesdropping, Marcy?” I asked.

  “Never.” Marcy winked, making me laugh. I shook my head and hurried outside, climbing behind the wheel of my car and speeding toward home.

  Once I was showered and dressed, I left to pick up Julie. She came to the door dressed in a simple blue dress that made her eyes even more striking. Her hair was curled slightly, drawing my eyes and making my heart race.

  “You look gorgeous,” I said. “Not that you need to be told.”

  “A woman always needs compliments,” Julie said wisely. “Even if she says otherwise.”

  I laughed and held out my arm to her. She took it and let me lead her to the car. We climbed inside, and I drove us to Dallas. The restaurant I picked was a classy steakhouse that was reasonably casual. It left room to relax without the pressures of overly-fine dining.

  “This is great,” Julie said as we sat down. “Steak sounds amazing.”

  “Oh, thank god,” I said. “I was worried you’d be one of those salad and soup girls.”

  “Salad and soup?” Julie raised her eyebrows.

  “You know the kind,” I said. “They’re too afraid to eat on the first date, so they order something tiny and pick at it nervously. Drives me nuts.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that with me.”
Julie laughed. “Food is life.”

  “Amen to that.” I grinned just as the waiter appeared.

  We ordered a bottle of red wine and a steak each. By the time the food arrived, we were so deep in conversation that I barely noticed my plate. If it weren’t for the way Julie’s eyes lit up when she saw her steak, I wouldn’t have eaten a bite.

  “Oh god,” Julie moaned. “This is so good.”

  “It really is.” I laughed and took another bite.

  Just as Julie opened her mouth to speak, my phone rang in my pocket. I frowned and grabbed it quickly, ready to silence it. When I saw Josh’s name flashing across the screen, I looked up at Julie with an apologetic grimace.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “This is my brother. Do you mind if I…?”

  “Not at all,” Julie said. “Go ahead.”

  “Thanks,” I answered the phone quickly. “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Hey, man,” Josh said. “Are we meeting up tonight or what? You never called me back.”

  “Oh shit,” I said. “I’m sorry. I totally forgot. Work was crazy this week. Can we do something next weekend?”

  “Sure thing,” Josh said. “Keep me posted.”

  “Will do.”

  We said goodbye, and I hung up, eager to get back to Julie. She smiled politely as I tucked my phone back into my pocket.

  “Sorry about that,” I said. “My brother and I have been working on our relationship lately.”

  “Yeah?” she asked.

  “We try to meet up once a week,” I said. “But with our schedules, it doesn’t always work out that way.”

  “At least you try,” Julie said kindly. “A lot of families don’t.”

  I moved the conversation away from Josh, and soon, we were laughing and talking like we’d never been interrupted. The wine was flowing freely and, when we ordered dessert, I found Julie’s foot beneath the table. She didn’t move when we touched, but her eyes told me she felt it. She stared at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen from her yet. That look sent bolts of electricity shooting through my body. I could barely think the entire drive home.

  “Walk me up?” Julie asked as I put my car in park outside of her house.

  “Of course,” I said. “I am a gentleman, you know.”

  “You are?” Julie teased. “I never would’ve guessed.”

  “Very funny.”

  I climbed out of the car and hurried around to open her door. We walked slowly toward her house. We weren’t touching, but the tension between us was palpable.

  “I had fun,” Julie said. She turned to face me, and my eyes flickered down to her lips.

  “Me too.”

  Julie’s eyes met mine. Her lips looked soft and inviting. I couldn’t stop myself from stepping forward.

  Julie inhaled sharply but didn’t move away. Her eyes were locked on mine, and when our lips touched, she melted into me. My arms went around her waist, and she sighed against my lips. The kiss was soft at first, but within seconds, my entire body was on fire.

  Julie wrenched herself away from me and took a step back. She fumbled with her keys and quickly unlocked her front door. Pushing it open, she turned back to me with a hungry look in her eyes.

  Without a word, she held out her hand to me. I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her around the waist, and we fell over the threshold, our lips thrashing against each other with desperation.

  CHAPTER 5

  JULIE

  Michael’s lips were on mine before I could think. One second, we were staring at each other on my doorstep and, the next, we were crashing inside the house with a reckless abandon I’d never felt before. The only thing that existed was Michael. His lips on mine. His tongue sliding into my waiting mouth. His strong, rough hands gripping my hips tightly. Soon, I was out of breath, and my entire body was on fire.

  A soft moan escaped my lips as I wrenched myself away from Michael to take a breath. He didn’t let me get far. He kissed my neck playfully, licking and nibbling my sensitive skin. I gasped and tightened my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his dark hair.

  “Where’s the bedroom?” Michael asked. When his eyes met mine, they were full of need. My stomach burned, and a wave of desire flooded between my legs.

  “Come here.” I groaned and kissed him again, my lips working furiously against his.

  His tongue slid in my mouth, and I could taste the wine from dinner. It fueled my desire even more as I led him backward toward my bedroom.

  I’d never slept with a man on a first date before. I’d never even come close, but with Michael, I didn’t want to stop. His hands were all over my body, cascading down my back, tightening around my waist, sliding over my butt. He had touched every inch of me, and it still wasn’t enough. I cursed the light fabric of my blue dress, hating that it separated me from his fingertips.

  I kicked open the door to my bedroom and pulled Michael inside by his tie. He grinned at me slyly, his eyes trailing down my body. I could feel his gaze as sharp as a burning flame. It whipped over my breasts and stomach, down to my legs. He wanted me, and that was enough to send me reeling.

  My hands flew to his tie, loosening it quickly. I pulled it over his head, leaning forward to kiss his neck while I unbuttoned his shirt. I couldn’t stop. My body had taken control, and I wasn’t complaining. The sounds that came from Michael’s throat when I kissed his chest were enough to make my legs tremble with desire.

  “God, I want you,” Michael groaned.

  I threw his shirt off his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck again. Our kiss was more intense, and his lips didn’t slow for a single second, and neither did his hands. He kissed me hard and fast, reaching around my back to unzip my dress. I moaned when his hands touched my bare skin. This was the moment I’d been waiting for all night.

  Michael’s fingertips were rough on my back, but they felt amazing. He unhooked my bra and slipped both it and my dress down my body. In seconds, I was standing before him, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties. They matched my dress, but when I got ready earlier that evening, I never imagined Michael would see them.

  Still, I didn’t want him to stop. I longed to feel his fingers and lips on every inch of my skin.

  “You’re gorgeous.” Michael’s voice was low and sexy as he looked me up and down.

  My lips were still tingling from our kiss, and my chest was rising and falling with every labored breath. He was staring at me with so much desire that I felt yet another wave flood between my legs. My panties were soaked, and when I glanced down at Michael’s pants, I saw that he was already rock hard.

  I reached forward and grabbed him by the belt, yanking him closer as I quickly worked his pants off his body. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back just enough for him to attack my neck with his lips.

  “Oh god,” I mumbled as his tongue lashed against my skin.

  He pushed me backward until I bumped into the bed. In one motion, we fell over, and Michael pinned me down with his strong body. I moaned as his lips moved lower, his tongue teasing my nipples one at a time.

  I writhed beneath him, lifting my hips to grind against his dick. He grunted, thrusting forward and quickly losing control.

  Unable to wait another second, Michael ripped my panties off my body and threw them to the side. His boxers followed close behind, and soon, he was staring down at me while I stroked his thick cock in my hands.

  “Fuck.” His voice was deep with desire as he twitched in my hand.

  “Condoms are in the drawer,” I said, pointing to my bedside table, silently thanking God that I even still had the damn things.

  Michael flew forward. He tore open the top drawer and grabbed a condom. I barely knew what was happening as he adjusted me beneath him and slid the condom over his length. My head was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

  I could feel my wetness dripping onto the bed. I wanted him so badly. I’d never felt such a primal, animalistic need before.
I had to feel him inside of me.

  Michael didn’t make me wait long. He positioned himself above me. All the urgency drained from his body as he stared into my eyes. My room was dark, but I could still make out the dark blue of his eyes as he slid forward and buried his cock deep inside me.

  “Oh,” I gasped and lifted myself to meet him. He grunted and slowly rocked his hips back and forth.