The Infamous Ellen James (Infamous Series)

by Alcorn, N. A.

  Nipples still hard? Check.

  Panties still wet? Check.

  Panties really wet? Double check.

  Can I just have the actual Trent Hamilton tonight?

  I have never been so turned on in my life. This ruggedly handsome man might literally kiss me into a sexual stupor. I begin to come to my senses and remember that we are in the middle of a bar, not in the privacy of my bedroom. I begrudgingly end the kiss, pulling away slightly breathless.

  Thrust me. Thrust me. Thrust me. My vagina is practically screaming for attention. She's in full-on "let's get laid mode" and I'm one hundred percent on board with this brilliant plan.

  "Wow." Trent's eyes are lustful, and it's very apparent that he is as turned on by that kiss as I am.

  "Yeah." He's basically stunned me into some sort of horny silence. I watch Trent take a swig of his beer and find myself being jealous of that fucking beer bottle.

  Lucky bottle.

  As my brain finally starts to work again, I remember his promise from before our public display of horny shot-taking commenced. I hope this story doesn't end with an embarrassing twist or pathetic display of drunkenness. This is me we are talking about here; I managed to become a YouTube sensation overnight with my obscene demonstration of pelvic thrusting to the Harlem Shake.

  "All right, fess up, Casanova. There is obviously some sort of story that I'm not aware of and you are going to tell me every detail." I lightly poke him in the chest.

  Trent sets his beer bottle on the bar and grins back at me with amusement. "I have one word for you. Nashville."

  “Nashville? As in Nashville, Tennessee? I don't see how that…"

  I abruptly stop talking as my brain begins to catch up with the conversation. The last time I was in Nashville, I was presenting to a group of surgeons about the most recent changes to Regency's staffing protocols and nurse-to-patient ratios. My manager Shirley had convinced me to do this presentation in hopes that it would positively promote Regency's new state-of-the-art facilities, and that little presentation didn't end so great. Calling it a disaster is actually putting it nicely. This is just another perfect example of how I somehow manage to find myself in the most absurd situations. Trent is watching me intently as I slowly come to the realization that he witnessed my presentation.

  Holy shit!

  Trent Hamilton saw my moment of complete mortification. He was a spectator to one of my most embarrassing moments. Ever.

  Oh my god! Someone put me out of my misery!

  I put my hands over my face and drop my head to the bar. "Oh my god. Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD! You were there? You saw my presentation?" I ask into my hands as I shake my head in pure disbelief.

  I can faintly hear Trent laugh a little and then feel his large hand rub my back. "Ellie, don't be embarrassed."

  I quickly lift my head up off of the bar and give him an annoyed look. "Don't be embarrassed? Are you screwing with me right now? You witnessed one of the most embarrassing moments of my life! That moment was more embarrassing than the stupid YouTube video Amy posted of me!"

  "YouTube video? Wait, what YouTube video?" Trent's voice is filled with curiosity.

  "No way, buddy! You are not seeing that YouTube video! One ridiculous display of my uncanny ability to make an idiot of myself is enough for you. And stop trying to change the subject!" I turn away from his deep blue eyes in a lame attempt to hide the mortification that is plastered all over my face.

  Trent grasps my chin and pulls my gaze back to his.

  "When I first laid eyes on you in that conference room wearing your fuck-me heels and tight black skirt, my cock was hard instantly. I had to adjust myself before I busted my fucking zipper. And then you were so god damn adorable during that presentation, Ellie, that I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I know you were embarrassed, but, sweetheart, I haven't stopped thinking about you since I saw you in Nashville.”

  "You calling me adorable is not helping to ease my mortification."

  I don't want Trent to think I'm adorable. I want him to think I'm sexy and irresistible; I want him to feel like he can't keep his hands off of me. Adorable is something you call your kid sister, not a girl you plan on taking home and fucking until she can't even remember her name.

  Trent closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, his expression is serious, almost seductive. "Did you hear when I said my cock was hard instantly at the sight of you? Let me spell it out for you, because you obviously do not understand what I'm telling you. When I was watching you during that presentation, my mind was not thinking about patient ratios and hospital bullshit. My mind had you naked in forty different positions while I was fucking you senseless on that conference table."

  Well, fuck me sideways.

  "Oh."

  Speechless.

  This man has left me entirely speechless and aching for him to do everything he just said. There's a moment of silence between us as we continue to gaze at each other. I feel my breath hitch a little at the increasing intensity in his deep blue eyes.

  "Ellie, I need to kiss you. Right. Now." He cups my face with his hands and brings my lips mere inches from his.

  "Okay," I manage to breathlessly say before he pulls me in for a heart-stopping, mind-blowing, panty-dropping kiss.

  After Trent practically kisses me into submission, we continue to talk about the infamous presentation. I explain to him what exactly happened and he finds every detail comical. If I would have been with John when that fiasco occurred, he would have been pissed at me—and really pissed at Amy. I'm kind of baffled by that fact that Trent just finds the story funny. I feel like this guy is just too good to be true. There has to be something wrong with him. Maybe he has webbed feet or a third nipple or some weird sex fetish where he likes to dress up in a bear suit and fuck women in the woods. I just can't imagine that there is actually a guy out there who is sexy, funny, and caring and who manages to embrace my frequent displays of awkwardness.

  The rest of the night with Trent is perfect. He continues to make me laugh as we enjoy each other's conversation. He is a complete gentleman at the end of the night, instructing Johnny to call two cabs. To my vagina's disappointment, Trent doesn't attempt to go home with me. He softly kisses me goodnight and makes me promise to let him take me out on an actual date. I program my number into his Blackberry and silently pray that he actually calls.

  Amy and I chat the entire way home. She asks me a thousand questions about Trent and makes me tell her every single detail about what it felt like to have his face between my tits. She apparently witnessed our pervy display of tequila shot-taking. After Amy grabs my boobs several times to see if my nipples are still hard, we finally make it back to our apartment. I quickly get ready for bed and practically face-plant into my mattress. The long day at work in combination with the amount of alcohol I consumed at Murphy's has me nearly comatose from exhaustion. As I begin to close my eyes, I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand. I glance at the screen and see a text message from an unknown number.

  Unknown: Three things, little spitfire. 1. Save my number. 2. Remember to wear those fuck-me heels on our date. 3. Goodnight, Ellie girl. -Trent

  He manages to leave me speechless.

  Again.

  I fall asleep with thoughts of Trent Hamilton dancing around in my mind. He's in a bear suit, screwing me in the woods, and I'm just yelling for him to growl louder. Webbed feet, third nipple, and weird sex fetishes be damned. Even if Trent happens to have some flaws, there's no doubt in my mind that I really like this guy.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “It's all fun and games until you're caught with a twelve-inch rubber cock strapped around your waist.”

  I wake up the next day in a fan-fucking-tastic mood all thanks to Trent—or Dr. Beautiful as Amy has so generously nicknamed him. Well, she actually wants to call him Dr. Thrust Me, but we managed to agree upon something that didn't have the word thrust in it. Amy and I are chatting over coffee about last night. She might
as well start a fan club for Trent Hamilton, because I'm pretty sure Amy is his number one fan. She just keeps gushing over how hot he is and how I need to let him take me to Pound Town.

  I take a sip of my coffee and give Amy an annoyed stare. "Let's not turn this into something more than it really is. Trent and I barely know each other, and I think it would be in my best interest if we take things slow. John put me through absolute hell, and I really need to protect my heart right now."

  Amy sets her cherry red "Eat Me For Breakfast" coffee mug on the kitchen table and smirks at me. "So letting him take a tequila shot from between your tits is taking it slow?"

  "I was kind of drunk and I think my muff was calling the shots by that point in the night." I flush a little with embarrassment as I remember the events of the night.

  Did I really let him take a shot from between my tits?

  Yes, yes you did, and you enjoyed every second of it.

  "Stop acting embarrassed. I was really happy to see you and your vagina living in the moment and not worrying about the consequences." Amy stands up to wash her coffee mug in the sink.

  "So that explains why you're always encouraging me to consume obscene amounts of alcohol." I tap my fingers on the table and look at her inquisitively.

  She laughs loudly. "Exactly!"

  "So you remember how I told you I kept getting a feeling of déjà vu around Trent?"

  "Yes." Amy turns off the faucet and leans against the counter, crossing her arms and giving me her full attention.

  "Well, I was right. I've met him before, prior to his arrival to Regency." I slowly take a sip of my coffee.

  Amy begins edgily tapping her foot against the hardwood kitchen floor. "Out with it!"

  I leisurely set my coffee mug back on the table and clear my throat. Amy is the most impatient person I have ever met, and I find absolute joy in prolonging things just to get her worked up.

  "He saw my presentation. In Nashville."

  Amy's jaw drops and her eyes go wide with shock.

  "What?! He was there?!" She is practically screaming, and I wouldn't be surprised if she just woke up the entire apartment complex.

  "Calm down, crazy," I whisper-yell to her. "Yes. Trent Hamilton was present for one of the most embarrassing moments of my life." I give her a pointed stare.

  "Fucking shit! I'm such a cunt!" Amy visibly feels terrible for her very large part in the Nashville presentation.

  "Yeah, you kind of are." I chuckle a little to lighten up the mood.

  Amy only gives me a tight smile in return.

  "Don't worry about it, labia face. In your defense, when you emailed those slides back to me, you put in all caps, Read through these one more time."

  "I know, Ellie, but I should have known you were too nervous to figure out I was secretly messing with you." She looks so remorseful right now. She's giving me her full-blown puppy-dog look, and I swear if I were a lesbian, I would just kiss her face off.

  "Stop looking at me like you're going to thrust your tongue in my mouth." Amy grabs my empty coffee mug off of the table and rinses it out in the sink.

  "Sorry, but you just look so pathetic with the puppy-dog eyes." Somehow this girl has a way of always knowing what I'm thinking. She is probably one of the only people in my life who really knows me. Amy knows me better than my own sister, Elizabeth. Although she can be a total pain in my ass some days, I honestly don't know what I would do without this crazy girl in my life.

  Flashback to Nashville one and half months ago...

  After begrudgingly agreeing to be the sole presenter for Regency Memorial Hospital, I found myself sitting alone in my hotel room the night before my big presentation. I was scheduled to present in front of several very well-known trauma surgeons along with numerous board representatives from hospitals around the nation. Hell, the god damn CEO of the Cleveland Clinic was supposed to be at this conference. Thank god I wasn't the only presenter, but still, I was nervous as hell. I found myself wired and unable to sleep, which was only worsening my anxiety towards this very nerve-racking experience. I'm not sure why my nursing manager Shirley decided that she wanted me to represent Regency. Sometimes I question her ability to rationally make decisions. I had done several presentations and educational lectures for the staff at my own hospital, but I had never been faced with anything of this magnitude. To say I was freaking out was definitely putting it mildly.

  My flight from Charlotte to Nashville was a fucking nightmare. The scheduled one-hour flight took three times longer due to mechanical difficulties, and this cunt of a flight attendant rudely cut me off after four glasses of wine. Who does that? A cunt, that's who; a god damn cunt named Gina whose bleached blond stripper hair will most likely fall out from incessant amounts of peroxide and hairspray. Don't worry; I left her a kind note on my beverage napkin…

  Dear Va-Gina,

  Learn some fucking manners before you rudely cut someone off from alcohol on a fucking flight that was delayed for over two hours. Four glasses of wine is barely enough to give me a buzz.

  Lick my asshole,

  Passenger 32B

  P.S. I fucked your pilot, Bill, last weekend in New York. He's ah-mazing.

  No, I hadn't really screwed a pilot named Bill last weekend in New York, but I could guarantee that Va-Gina was sleeping with him. I had a good friend in college who'd become a flight attendant, and she used to tell me all the dirty details and juicy gossip. Apparently flight attendants and pilots sleep around—a lot. I was hoping my little white lie about Pilot Bill would get her all kinds of pissed.

  Obviously, this conference had me on edge.

  I never really had a problem speaking in front of large groups of people, but this presentation was huge for Regency Memorial Hospital. We were hoping to bring a positive spotlight to our new state-of-the-art facilities along with cultivating additional donations towards our ongoing cause in perfecting patient care in the emergency department setting.

  I managed to eat half a cheeseburger and a few fries I'd ordered from room service. My nerves were really getting the best of me, and I was starting to panic about the slide presentation I'd prepared. I decided to email Amy my slides and beg her to look through them one final time. I sent her a quick text telling her to check her email, and she responded quickly with some smartass remark saying she'd get right on it.

  Since the hospital was paying for everything, I decided to dive head first into the liquor bar that was so generously on hand. I ordered a horrible romantic comedy on pay-per-view, practically emptied the vending machine of candy, and continued to drink myself into a stupor. I managed to pass out sometime after midnight.

  I woke up to the alarm I'd thankfully remembered to set last night and realized I'd been unknowingly pushing snooze for over an hour. I now had less than thirty minutes to shower, get dressed, and be ready to present downstairs in the conference room.

  Shit!

  I rushed through my shower so quickly that I nearly fell face first on the white tile floor. I hurriedly got dressed in my black pencil skirt, white button-up blouse, and favorite pair of black heels. These heels dressed up any outfit and seemed to add a little bit of sexy to my very professional attire. I decided to leave my auburn locks down and slightly wavy. My makeup was kept to a minimum because I honestly had no time for details. Mascara, blush, and lip gloss were the best I could do. All I could say is thank god I wasn't hungover. I grabbed my purse, laptop, notes, and cell phone before quickly walking out of my hotel room toward the elevators.

  I managed to make it to the conference room with just enough time to set my laptop up to the projection screen and get myself settled in. I nervously ran my sweaty palms down the length of skirt and silently hoped I wasn't visibly showing pit stains. I was literally sweating like a whore in church. Why was it so fucking hot in there? Was Nashville supposed to be this hot in May? I checked the thermostat on the wall behind the projection screen and dropped that baby down as far as it could go. The last thing I neede
d was an audience of mostly men focusing in on my sweaty pit stains. I swiftly checked my email and saw that Amy had sent back the slides, stating she'd made a few minor changes and that I should review them before presenting.

  Well, fuck.

  I didn't have time to review each and every slide. I was sure whatever she'd decided to change was fine and I probably wouldn't even notice. Amy is a huge stickler for grammar and spelling, and I had a feeling that was what the minor changes entailed.

  I was sitting in one of the cushy black office chairs while everyone filed in, taking their seats around the overwhelmingly huge conference table that was in the center of the room. Everything was set up and ready to go, and I was just anxious to get this whole ordeal over with.

  I was so nervous that I could barely remember anyone's name upon introduction. My mind was just kind of on autopilot. Luckily, I'd managed to snag business cards of almost everyone, which I would kindly hand to my manager Shirley when I got back to Charlotte. A few minutes after nine a.m. I decided to start my presentation, feeling I'd given everyone more than enough time to arrive.

  As I cleared my throat and began to introduce myself, I noticed a ridiculously attractive, dark-haired gentleman stroll in and take a seat. My mind was foggy from nerves, but it wasn't too foggy that I couldn't notice the sexy piece of ass that had just strolled in. After mouthing "sorry" in my direction, he gave me a wink and a smile. I just smiled back and continued on with my introduction.

  About fifteen minutes into the presentation, I felt like things were going smoothly. The physicians and hospital board officials seemed excited about Regency's new state-of-the-art facilities and recent changes to the emergency department staffing protocols. Their positive reactions towards my presentation gave me a small boost of confidence. I found myself engaging my audience more as I sauntered around the room and continued discussing the positive aspects of my hospital's staffing protocols, policies, and procedures. Yeah, I knew it was extremely boring crap. I knew from the slides that I was nearing the end of my presentation, and the butterflies in my stomach were slowly dissipating as I got closer to the finish line.