“Marilyn!” I hear Jasmine call my name. I turn, and she is looking at him.
“Yes, Jasmine?” I ask, watching her stare at him.
“Who is that hot, sexy man staring at you?” Jasmine asks, licking her lips and rubbing her hand up her neck. Is this loser turning her on, really?
“Some guy who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. If you want him, go at it, I’m not giving him the time of day or night,” I say, watching her mouth move. No words are coming out. “Jasmine, snap out of it! Geez, he’s just a guy, a very hot guy, but still a guy who probably just wants a roll in the hay, or maybe even in the car. Jasmine? Jasmine, are you listening to me?” I ask, shaking her arm.
“Yes, I’m listening to you. I would have him if I could. Shit, I would even share him with you, but looks like he only has eyes for you,” she says, smiling. Jasmine is my only friend. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. My father is in prison, and my mother should be in prison. I’m not easy to get along with, yet Jasmine can always make me smile.
“Well, Jazz, you don’t have to share, he’s all yours. Maybe he’ll leave me alone, and stop staring at me. It’s uncomfortable having his eyes roam my body,” I say, shivering.
“Marilyn, listen, when was the last time you had sex? Before you answer, remember I’ve been your friend for at least two years, and you never come into work talking about a steamy night. So, look at the hot guy again, and ask yourself: do you really want to pass up a very handsome, sexy man who is staring at you like you are freaking awesome?” Jasmine asks excitedly. I roll my eyes at her, and she shakes her head, walking behind the bar.
“I’m going home now, my shift is over. I don’t want to talk to him. Besides, you know he would not want me, anyway,” I say, going over to the bar to count my tips.
“Who says it’s a relationship? It’s just sex, you can have that. Don’t tell him anything, just have sex.”
“Nope, have a good night, Jazz,” I say, waving to Jimmy, the bartender and owner. I walk out of the back of the bar, hoping he thinks I’m in the bathroom and doesn’t follow me. I push open the door, and the night air is awesome, it has cooled down some. I get to go home, soak my feet and sleep in tomorrow. It’s my day off from both jobs. I begin the walk to my Ford Taurus, and I see him next to my car. Stopping to make sure my gun is tucked behind me, I see him leaning on my car, looking very sexy, but he could be a stalker.
“Get away from my car, you creep,” I yell, hoping he goes about his business.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to get to know you,” he yells back. I take in a slow deep breath, and start walking to my car. It’s the weekend, and the parking lot is packed. I arrived late, so I parked pretty far away. If he tries anything I’m going to give him one in the knee.
“I don’t have time to talk,” I whisper to myself. Finally reaching my car, I get a good look at his body, he is built freaking awesome. He is towering over me with his frame; his hair is blond, long and gorgeous. His eyes are deep green and his smile is to die for. Shit, I’ve not described a guy like that to myself in a long time.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Marilyn, I don’t want anything from you at all,” he smiles, and his eyes are moving very slowly down my body, coming back up to meet my eyes. My mouth is dry, and out of nowhere, I feel arousal. “I would like to give you pleasure, as I see you are full of anger and if I can help just a little . . .” he trails off. I’m pretty sure my face is red. He just fucked me with his damn sexy eyes.
“I’m going home, alone,” I say, waiting for him to step aside. He does. I feel his hand on the lower part of my back when I open the door to get in the car.
“Mmmm, you smell good, I bet you taste better. Will you let me have a taste?” he asks, right in my ear with a very seductive voice. I’m not giving in to a stranger.
“I’m going home now,” I say, climbing in, and he shuts my door. I start the car, snatching my seat belt, and I see him watching me very closely. I should be scared, but I’m not. I can handle myself, and if not, George, my .45 caliber, is more than happy to help me any time. I pull away, looking in my mirror, and he is still watching. I’m not sure, but I think he mouths, ‘I want you,’ again to me. I shake it off, and get on the freeway heading to West Phoenix where I live. I live in a one-bedroom apartment with my best friend, Bruiser. Bruiser is my Rottweiler, and I love him to death. He never asks anything of me, and he is the only one I feel comfortable around, no matter what. I get excited to get home to him, and drive a little faster.
***
That was such a great bath. I walk slowly toward the kitchen for a snack before I turn in for the night. As I’m looking in the fridge, I see nothing I truly want, so I settle for some left-over tuna fish. Bruiser and I head to my room, where he lies at my feet while I get comfy for some late night T.V. As I’m flipping through the channels, I hear my neighbors having sex. The wall behind my bed is shaking. I hate these thin walls. I turn up the movie, and continue to watch. My mind goes back to that guy at the bar. What did he say his name is? Showlem? Showhen? No Showken. Yes, that’s his name, Showken. He sure is a good-looking man. If I wasn’t such a mess, I might have taken him up on his offer, but I’m no good for him or anyone. I’m eating my tuna and crackers, and Showken is still popping into my head with his intense green eyes. I mean, who has eyes like that? I’m trying my hardest to go to sleep, but it doesn’t arrive, so I decide to get out my B.O.B., and release some stress. I got Mr. Longfellow from a Pure Romance party Jasmine had a few months ago. Closing my eyes I see Showken and his smile, that instantly has me horny. Bruiser is asleep, so I spread my legs, sliding in Mr. Longfellow as I visualize Showken. Ahhh, that feels so good. I adjust the speed and go to the highest level. My hips are moving, and boy does this feel amazing. Ohhhh . . . mmm, I see his green eyes, hear his voice, smell his cologne and I’m over the cliff. “Yes, yessssss. Ohhhh, yes!” I find myself panting afterwards, needing more, wishing it really were Showken. What has this man done to me? I close my eyes, and soon sleep finds me.
***
Thank heavens I have today off. It’s been forever since I had a day off from both jobs. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying in my pajamas and relaxing today. I decide to cook myself a real breakfast instead of the on-the-go bars I usually eat. Today, I’m cooking blueberry pancakes, eggs with cheese and some crispy bacon. I’m not worried about calories today; it’s all about me. I drift back to my night, seeing his eyes staring at me, and a slight moan escapes, “Mmmm.” Shit, Marilyn, get yourself together. He doesn’t really want you; he was probably so drunk he didn’t realize what he was saying. After I fix Bruiser some breakfast, I finish cooking and sit at my tiny table. I eat in silence, and a feeling of disappointment comes over me. ‘It was nice to have Showken pursuing you’, my subconscious says. I'm drawn from my thoughts of last night when my cell rings.
“Hello, Jasmine,” I say, stuffing my mouth.
“Marilyn, guess who came in last night after you left, and wanted to know when you are working?”
“Tell me you didn’t.”
“I so fucking did, and I even gave him your address,” Jasmine says. Why the hell would she do that, he could be a stalker or worse.
“Jasmine, why did you think it was okay to do that? I mean he-” before I can finish, she cuts me off, talking again.
“Listen, I did some digging, and that is not just some regular guy, that’s Showken Draglen from Out of World Enterprises. Sweetie, that, my dear, is better than awesome,” Jasmine is very excited, and one horny lady. She is 25 years old with a 3 year-old daughter. She was drunk when she got pregnant and can’t remember who the father is, which makes her a single parent. Rachel is my god-daughter and I love her, so it’s like Jasmine and I share her.
“Jasmine! Oh Jasmine, I don’t care who he is. I’m not seeing him, and you shouldn’t have given him my address. As much as I’d like to be pissed, I can’t stay mad at you for long. I hope he doesn’t come to my place, for y
our sake,” I say, stuffing my mouth with more food.
“I hope he does. I mean you and your B.O.B. are too well acquainted, it’s time for the real thing, and I think Showken Draglen wants to rock your world. I mean, I did throw myself at him, and he turned me down like a perfect gentleman, meaning he wants you,” she says, enthusiastically. I hear Rachel playing in the background, and it makes me smile. I used to wish for children when I was a little girl; now, I pray I never have one.
“Jasmine, he better not show up at my door. I’m not kidding; you know how I feel about strangers coming to my house. If he gets shot I’m blaming you,” I say, walking my empty plate over to the sink.
“If that sexy man shows up at your door with the body and smile he has, you need to invite him in and show him to the bedroom,” she says. I can picture her silly grin right now.
“I won’t do that, thanks for giving a stranger my address! I’m going to sit and relax, give Rachel a kiss for me,” I say.
“Anytime, and I will give her a kiss for you, bye, Marilyn.”
“Bye, Jazz,” I say, ending the call. I plop down on my sofa, and turn on the television. I begin watching, and the next thing I know I fall asleep. A knock at the door wakes me up. I get up, and see it’s just after noon. Wow, I was really tired. I walk slowly to the door and open it without thinking. His fragrance hits me like a ton of bricks. I raise my head slowly, meeting his gaze, and instantly my body reacts to his intense stare and green eyes.
“Hello, Marilyn,” he says. His smile is captivating. I’m lost for words, and struggle to gain composure.
“Umm, umm, why are you here?” I ask, admiring him in his sexy slacks and casual shirt. He looks amazing, but I still don’t want him.
“I got your address from your friend Jasmine, and was wondering if you would be more likely to see me outside the bar. I would like to take you to lunch,” he says, turning his smile into a very seductive look.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Showken,” I say, fixing my t-shirt over my pajama pants.
“Oh, Marilyn, I think it’s a great idea, and I love that you remember my name,” he says, looking over my shoulder. “What is the name of your dog?” he asks. I see Bruiser in the corner watching us. Shit, he doesn’t know Showken, Bruiser should be barking his ass off right now. He and I will have a talk later about my protection.
“That’s Bruiser, and I’m still not going to lunch with you. Besides, I hear you’re some hot-shot businessman; why do you want me, anyway?” I ask, giving him a serious look. I don’t understand why he is pursuing me so hard, and I don’t want to find out.
“Marilyn, I’ll wait for you to get dressed, besides it’s just lunch, and I’m not a hot-shot businessman; I’m more of a hot-flaming beast,” he says, putting emphasis on beast. He pushes past me, despite my protest, and sits on my sofa. He is so huge my sofa looks like a mini sofa with him on it. “Bruiser, come sit with me,” he says, and Bruiser, my best friend and guard dog, betrays me and sits at his feet. What the hell?
“Look,” I say, placing my hands on my hips, while trying to control my attraction to this guy. “If the only way to get you out of my house is to go to lunch, then I’ll go, but you have to promise to leave me alone afterward.” The last man I was with sexually was a year ago and it lasted maybe ten minutes.
“Marilyn, lunch is just the beginning.”
We stare at each other, and I get lost in those eyes. I turn and storm into my room. My first thought is to snatch my gun, but I walk past my nightstand, and jump in the shower for my unwanted lunch date.
SHOWKEN
“Bruiser, you are such a good boy,” I say to her dog. He responds by rubbing his head against my leg for a pat. This Marilyn is such a challenge, but I smelled her sex as soon as I came to her door. Layern wants me to leave her alone, but I can’t. I need this woman under me, begging me for more. She is so stubborn and I want her badly; I will have her. She walks out of the bathroom after forty-five minutes, looking amazing. She has on a white tank with a pair of jeans. She has her hair down, and my mouth opens as she enters. I smell coconut oozing from her. I smile and she rolls her eyes, but I caught her slight smile. She likes the attention.
“Marilyn, you look - and smell - amazing, let’s get something to eat,” I say, standing.
“Showken, remember what I said after we eat lunch,” she says. I shake my head, arching a brow at her.
“You know I’m not listening to you, right,” I say, laughing. We go to the door, and I let her lead, so I can look at that ass walking in front of me. Yes, she will be in my bed.
“You remember, or else,” she says. I stop her by pulling at her arm, and she tries to snatch away. “Keep your hands off me or lunch is off,” she snarls at me. Shit, she can growl. I really like her now.
“There will never be an ‘or else’ with me, like I said, I just want to get to know you in every way. Oh, I love the almost growl you did, also. I hope to hear that again, under different circumstances,” I say, waving my hand towards the car.
“You, driving?” she asks, shocked.
“Oh, you thought I would have a driver, well I told you I’m a hot-flaming beast and I don’t need a driver, bodyguard or anything else to survive in this country,” I say, opening the door to my Hummer. She climbs in, looking at me strangely. and then her arousal hits me again. I really didn’t want to do lunch; I just want her in my bed. When I get her in my bed, I’m so going to taste her all night long. That body wash and her natural juice are driving me insane, my beast is going crazy. I would hate to use my powers on her, this woman I will have.
“I know a great Mexican restaurant nearby that we could go to,” she says. I feel her anxiety.
“Marilyn, calm down, I promise you that nothing will happen to you,” I say, smelling the gun she’s carrying. “I’m much better protection than the gun you carry, angel.”
“I don’t like to be called names that aren’t mine.”
“Okay, precious,” I say, chuckling, oh I can’t wait to get you naked, Marilyn. We drive off, and she gives me directions to this restaurant she’s talking about. We get inside and order all sorts of food, well, I order all sorts of Mexican dishes, she settles for enchiladas. I watch her eat, and she watches me for a few minutes, should I see why she’s so angry, before I have her?
“So, tell me, what is it that has you angry at the world?” I ask, putting down my fork and giving her my undivided attention. Her grey eyes narrow slightly.
“I’m not angry at the world, just at stalkers who don’t know how to leave a girl alone,” she says, taking a sip of her Coke. I nod, letting her believe that she will get away with that answer.
“I’m not a stalker, I just know that we can have some fun. I’m not asking for your hand in marriage, just one night of hot, sweaty sex,” I say, staring her in the eyes, giving her no chance to look away. I see the blood rush straight to her cheeks. I continue to stare and she blinks a few times, caught off guard by my forwardness. I really have stepped out of my comfort zone. Tracking a girl down just to sleep with her is not my style. I have never been rejected, and Marilyn is not getting off that easily. She has the body of a goddess, and sex appeal surrounding her. I lick my lips. Just visualizing her rocking in my bed instantly gets me hard.
“Showken, it’s not gonna happen, please stop. You’re wasting your time with me; I’m not that girl. I think . . . I think I will be catching the bus home.” She rises to leave, and I panic.
“Please, don’t embarrass me. I drove you here and I will drive you home, if that is what you wish,” I say, sighing as she sits back down. I entwine my fingers together in front of me. My anger with this woman is at another level right now. I’m not used to this, and she thought she was going to catch a bus home. What type of guy does she think I am? “I don’t know what or who has hurt you, Marilyn, but I would like to get to know you better, even if only as friends. You intrigue me, and that has not happened in a very long time. I won’t ask for sex,
if you spend time with me, deal?” I ask. If she thinks I’m going to let her go, she doesn’t know me, my beast hits me inside and I feel a need to release. Maybe if I can find out the problem with her anger I can get what I want. This wouldn’t be a problem if I took on a Giver, except I don’t want one. I’ve always had many women, with a Giver, a bond can form, making you only react to her. I could never see myself with one woman like Draken. Cess has him wrapped around her finger. I’m never getting that involved, not for a long time. I hope she accepts my offer, for I really want to feel her body.
“Why would you want to spend time with me as a friend?” she asks, looking shocked.
“I told you. You intrigue me and I would like to know you better. Besides, I don’t have any friends, and you seem like you need a friend like I do,” I say, giving her a look that I know she likes, as her arousal reaches my nose. I tense, knowing I could throw her on top of the table right now.
“I’m not in need of friends, Showken. I appreciate the lunch, but I would like to go home now,” she says, looking me in the eyes. I see past all the anger and hurt, I know she needs me.
“Okay, I’ll take you home,” I say, leaving a fifty on the table and waiting for her to stand.
“You know, you are generous with tips,” she says, eyeing the fifty on the table.
“In my land, giving is what we do. In your land, giving is done only for tax breaks,” I say, giving her my full smile. I see her hesitation as I wave for her to walk in front, but I have to see that nice, firm ass.
“What country are you from?” she asks, glancing back. She catches me looking at her ass, fuck.
“A place you haven’t heard of. Hey, how about we go for a walk in the park?” I ask, diverting her question. My land is not up for discussion.
“Umm, I want to go home, remember I said ‘no’ to the friend thing,” she says. I hold open the restaurant door for her, walking her to my Hummer.
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