by Marie James
I on the other hand have been in this business for a while and this is a club after all and I notice he didn’t direct his energy to Lorali. “And just what does raising money for breast cancer at Ampere entail, Garrett?” I give him a smirk, letting him know he isn’t fooling me.
He clears his throat, indicating that I caught him. “Well, it’s sort of a competition.” He answers, giving nothing more away.
“Go on.” My face is more serious now. “What does this competition include?”
“Well, patrons have the opportunity to place bids.”
“Just say it Garrett!” We’ll be at this all night if I let him continue on like this.
He smiles at me, with a challenging look on his face. “It’s a wet t-shirt contest.”
Josie turns pale as a ghost. “Ummm…I don’t think I can do that.” We all giggle at the look of trepidation on her face.
“I understand,” Garrett says letting her off the hook. He then turns his gaze to me, daring me to say I won’t.
I’ll be honest, I have no body issues, no problems with self-esteem, I have great tits and I love to help raise money, but the look on Garrett’s face right now makes me want to slap him. If he thinks for one moment that I’d forgo a way to raise money to fight the battle against breast cancer, he has another thing coming.
I shrug my shoulders. “Sure.”
“Really?” I think he’s surprised I gave in so fast.
The shocked look on his face causes my shyness to disappear as fast as it showed up. “Yes, and if you want to see my tits Garrett all you have to do is ask.” I wink at him. “In fact,” I reach down and grab his phone from the table, “I’m going to program my number in your phone, so when you get the urge to see them you can call.”
I proceed to enter my cell phone number into his phone, all the while enjoying the look of astonishment on his face. He has never met another woman like me!
The waitress walks up to us. “Is there anything I can get for you guys?” She’s the consummate professional now that Garrett is around, which means she has to be smarter than I had originally thought.
I grin at her. “Yes! I’d like two Screaming Orgasms. Garrett how about you? A Blow Job maybe?”
He clears his throat, shifts on his feet, and leans into the table attempting to hide the erection he no doubt just got. “Just a bottle of water for me please.” He gives me a sly smile and shakes his head at me.
The rest of the night is spent bantering playfully with Garrett and just enjoying being around the whole group. Josie and I were both extremely glad Ian had offered to drive us, because we’re in no condition to drive once we decided to call it a night.
***
I blamed the Southern Comfort in the Alabama Slammers for the horrendous headache I had when I woke up this morning. Packing was turning out to be more of a chore than a prelude to a week out of town in a luxury hotel. The Captain America TSA agent at the airport fed my bad mood, and the icing on the cake was getting to the hotel and discovering that my expensive face cream had ruptured on the plane. Of course I put it in the little plastic bag, so it didn’t make a mess but I can’t use it. I wasn’t going to cut my face up with microscopic shards of glass. Ugh! This is how wrinkles start! I would’ve just turned around and went back home had I not been afraid the plane would fall out of the sky as the big finale to my shit day.
Meetings start tomorrow morning at nine and I decide to put myself out of my misery and go to bed early, which is exactly what I did after a quick room service meal and an even faster shower.
***
A text alert startles me awake. I thought I put that on silent! It’s after midnight!
Unknown caller: I can’t wait to see your tits.
Some random sicko texting me is annoying; texting me and waking me up just pisses me the fuck off!
Me: You will never see my tits, sicko! Fuck off!
I roll back over in bed and snuggle back down into the plush comforter. Another alert sounds. I’m going to have to block the number if I plan to get anymore sleep tonight it seems.
Unknown caller: Ginger Tits?
There’s only one time in my whole life I’ve ever come across those words before.
Me: Garrett?
I programmed my number in his phone and used “Ginger Tits” as my name.
Garrett: Yep.
Me: Sorry, I thought some pervert was texting for a late night spank session.
Garrett: Well….
I have to laugh, apparently he is a pervert, or so he thinks.
Me: Ah, so you are a pervert looking for a text spank session?
Garrett: Nope. I’d prefer you to come take care of me so I don’t have to do it myself ;)
Now! When I’m hundreds of miles away! I can’t help but wonder why he has had a change of heart.
Me: Sorry sweet cheeks. You’re on your own.
Garrett: So have you been being a tease these past few weeks?
As if!
Me: Nope.
Garrett: Then come to me!
Me: I’d love nothing more than to come jump on your cock, but I can’t.
Garrett: What’s your address? I’ll come to you.
Me: The Hilton, Los Angeles.
Garrett: You’re not even in town?
Me: Nope.
Garrett: Fuck!
Me: My sentiments exactly!
He doesn’t text back for a while and I just know that I’ve lost my chance to hook up with him.
Me: How about we meet up at the end of the week?
Garrett: I don’t really do that sort of thing. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Me: Bad idea? What are you talking about?
Garrett: You’re wanting to meet up and do what? Hang out? Go on a date?
Me: Fuck no! What type of girl do you think I am? I mean I’d like to fuck you, but I’m not looking for anything else!
Does he think that just because Lorali and I are best friends that I want that lovey dovey, hold me at night bullshit? Ugh! Far from it!
Garrett: So just sex?
Me: Just sex.
Garrett: I have to be honest. I don’t do repeats. One night is all I can offer.
Me: Should be plenty!
Garrett: I can’t have you falling in love with me, expecting more.
Me: You’re so full of yourself! No worries on my end, but I have to say the same to you.
Garrett: I think I can resist you after our one night.
Me: That’s what all the men say until they get a taste of my pussy.
Garrett: Believe me sweetheart, once will be enough.
Me: Yeah, we’ll see!
Garrett: Get some rest, Alexa…I’ll need you fully charged when you get back to Denver.
I don’t respond back to his text and I also don’t get much more sleep after our back and forth banter either, and suddenly I’m hoping the week flies by!
Chapter 4
Garrett
Still flying from the high of the deposit I just made from the Bangarang event, I settle in at my desk and start working on emails. Just a few more days and then maybe I can get my head on right after my rendezvous with Alexa.
I had a great time hanging out with her the other night but I’m trying to keep myself from wondering what she’s going to look like standing on the stage in the club in a wet t-shirt. She looks phenomenal in clothes so I know she’ll be smoking hot. I grin when I think about her clothes from Saturday. I had told her, jokingly, to dress slutty and she complied. I know, more than once, I got a glimpse of her fine ass and thong when she leaned close to tell Josie or Lorali something. She did it intentionally, hoping she’d get a reaction out of me. It was rather difficult but I remained professional; I mean what was I going to do? Flip her skirt up, rip panties off and fuck her against the pub table. Well, that’s what I wanted to do, and I give myself a mental high five for keeping it together in the face of such temptation.
I’d felt like an idiot when I texted her and she had
no idea who I was. I smile when I think about looking for her name in my phone and seeing the contact “Ginger Tits”. She sure does have quite the personality and I can’t wait to tame her for a night.
She says she’s into a one-time meet, no strings attached night and hope that’s true. I have nothing else to offer her. I’m doing my best to ignore the niggling thought in the back of my head that if she ends up wanting more, it could cause problems with the dynamic of the group I’ve grown rather fond of being around, including her.
I’m even more concerned about her suggesting that I wouldn’t be able to stop at one night once I taste her. Which is what all the men say until they get a taste of my pussy! I’ve only met one woman who I thought I couldn’t get enough of and that woman betrayed me so thoroughly she damn near destroyed me. Never again. I would have no problem walking away from Alexa Warner. I hope she doesn’t turn needy and obsessed with me, but I’m not concerned enough to stop it from happening.
The ringing phone on my desk draws my mind from contemplating the ways I’m going to take Alexa.
“Hello?” I answer the phone, only slightly distracted.
“Hey,” my cousin says on the other end. “It’s Ian.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured as much when your name showed up on the call ID.” I reply flatly.
He laughs. For some reason he has always found my sarcasm funny. “Hey man, I just wanted to say thanks again for helping to get Lorali’s things moved in.”
“No problem. That’s what family’s for right?” I know he’d help me anytime I need him so it really was a no brainer when he asked for my help.
“True.” He says on a sigh.
He’s not as much of a wise ass as he usually is and I know something is bothering him and he doesn’t want to just come out and say something. “What’s up? Trouble in paradise already?”
He chuckles. “Nothing like that.” He’s silent. Apparently I’m going to have to pull the information out of him.
“So what is it then?” I ask and wait. Several long seconds pass before he answers.
“I want to ask Lorali to marry me.” He replies on a huff.
“Seriously? You guys just moved in together. Give it some time.” He wants to get married? Just a few short months ago the guy took care a of business like I do, never having any intentions of having a regular go to girl much less wanting to be in a serious relationship and now he wants marriage? Did he hit his head on something?
“I know we just moved in together.” He replies.
“Is she pregnant?” I ask with a lowered voice.
“No! God why would you think I would only marry her right now if she was pregnant?” His indignant reply is beginning to piss me off.
“Ummm…I wonder?” There’s no way he could’ve forgotten my situation from over a decade ago.
“Shit man, I’m sorry.” I can hear him let out a frustrated groan. “Honestly, I can’t imagine a day without her. So why shouldn’t I ask her to spend the rest of her life with me?”
I want to ask him if he could imagine never sleeping with another woman from now until eternity, but I don’t. I’ve never seen my cousin this wrapped up in anyone, so he must really care for her.
“If it means that much to you, ask her.” I state matter of fact. “Why are you asking me? Afraid she’ll say no?”
“No, I’m sure she’d say yes. I just want to run it by someone who, you know, has done it before.” I laugh.
“My situation with Jamie is nothing like what you have with Lorali.” I lean back in my chair and squeeze the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. Why is he asking me for love life advice? Do I look like a teenage girl with a crush? ”Just give it a while longer. Sleep on it for a while and if you still want to ask in a few weeks then I say go for it. All she can say is no, right?”
He’s silent on the other end and I know I’ve put a fleck of doubt in his mind about what she’d say, which was not my intention. “Look man, I’m just saying there’s no rush. If things are good right now, no sense is rushing things.”
“I guess you’re right.” He sighs but it sounded like one of more relief than torture, which is a positive change from when this conversation started.
“So? Are you guys coming out to the Breast Cancer Event, weekend after next?” I smile as I wait for his response.
I hear him let out a hard laugh. “Not really my scene anymore, Garrett!” I can hear the smile in his voice, but not one hint of regret for how his life is different from a few months ago. A few months ago he would’ve taken the winner of the wet t-shirt contest to the nearest hotel and would’ve fucked her into next week, after giving her his own thorough breast exam.
“I was sure Lorali wanted to raise money at the event.” I’m now just trying to rile him up since I had to listen to his whiney declaration of love.
I hear him all but growl on the other end of the line. “There’s no way in hell Lorali will be on any stage flashing her tits to a bunch of horny bar patrons!” His ire is practically tangible through the phone.
I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. Yep, he’s definitely pussy whipped.
“I will however match the money you raise for the contest.” He says, the tone of his voice only subduing slightly.
“Good man.” I knew he’d make a donation, just like I knew he’d never let Lorali participate in a wet t-shirt contest. “Well some of us work nights, so I got to get off here.”
“Alright, man. Talk to you later.” He hangs up and I return the receiver back to its cradle.
I can’t believe him. All tied up in knots over some girl. What a difference a few months make.
Chapter 5
Alexa
I plop down on the couch less than a minute after dragging my suitcase up the stairs. I haven’t even made it to my room to unpack yet, the couch was too inviting. I know I’ll be paying for my late night flight tomorrow. My body is tired but my mind is going a million miles a minute and I know I won’t be able to sleep any time soon. For a brief second I wonder what the club scene would be like tonight. Thursday’s ladies night at most places, but it’s already after eleven and I’m not really feeling it.
I heave my tired ass up from the couch and head down the hall. I know Josie is asleep, because she has to be at work before seven in the morning. This apartment sure is quiet since Lorali moved in with Ian. She moved out right when she was getting her spunk back and going out on a regular basis, albeit for work. I’m glad she started to loosen up, but she moved quickly with Ian. I don’t blame her; he’s one hell of a catch.
A simple unpacking of my suitcase and a quick shower later and I’m ready for bed. I look at my phone. Eleven twenty-seven. Pitiful. When did I become the woman who was ready for bed before midnight? There’s always tomorrow night. I smile thinking about the trouble I hope I find myself in tomorrow night.
Just as I settle on the bed and snuggle deep into my down comforter a text alert has me reaching for my phone on the bedside table. I squint my eyes at the brightness and pull up my text messages.
Garrett: Ritz. Rm 1525. Now.
What the fuck? He expects me to just come running with no prior planning? Drop whatever it is I’m doing and show up at some nice hotel to fuck him?
I mean, I’m going to, but seriously…who does he think he is? I know who he is…a man about to get his brains fucked out! I jump out of the bed excited about where my night is heading and grateful I’m not at some ridiculous club, missing this text message.
I opt for a black La Pearla lingerie bra and panty set with matching garter belt. Men go crazy over lace topped thigh highs and garter belts for some reason, and I aim to impress. I can’t help but close my eyes to the tingle that runs over my body as I inch the silk stocking up my thighs; anticipation of his hands peeling them off of me sends a shudder down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together.
I don’t pack any type of clothes because I know I won’t be staying. I cover the lingerie with a cream colore
d, Burberry trench coat that reaches to the top of my five inch Jimmy Choo’s. It’s a little cliché to show up for a one night stand wearing only under garments and a trench coat, but I have a feeling Garrett will appreciate the effort.
Since it’s a week night and considerably late, traffic is light and the cab ride is only twenty minutes from my apartment. A quick stop at the concierge desk and I’m pointed towards the elevator bank. I look around in appreciation. I’ve been in quite a few hotels around Denver, but this is my first time in the Ritz. Kind of high end for a one night stand but hey, who am I to complain? I’m not footing the bill. I know they have a decent spa, but I manage Elite Spa so I’m a little biased.
A short ride in the mirrored elevator and a ding informs me I’ve made it to the fifteenth floor uninterrupted. My hands have a slight tremble but I don’t give the nerves any purchase and chalk it up to delicious anticipation for how my night is going to go.
I rap gently on the door and realize it’s much more solid than I had anticipated. I knock harder causing a mild pain to my knuckles. I’m caressing my injured hand when the door is tugged open. The sight in front of me would make a nun drop her panties.
He opens the door wider so I can walk in but my eyes are glued to the line of tan pecs and abs that are showing in the open strip of his unbuttoned shirt. I stand there unmoving, licking my lips. He clears his throat causing me to break my trance.
“Would you prefer it if I just fuck you in the hall?” I look up at his face and melt at his smile. “Someone may interrupt us, but if that’s your kink…”
The thought of people watching me fuck Garrett Hale actually has my core clenching, but I won’t mention that to him. I’m not an exhibitionist by any means but for some reason the idea of people seeing me ride his cock is appealing right now.
“Maybe later,” I say with a smirk as I walk into the room.
Garrett closes the door softly and heads towards the bar.
“Brandy?” He asks, reaching for a tumbler.
“It’s Alexa.” I say playfully.
I hear him chuckle and watch as he shakes his head back and forth. “Scotch then, Alexa?”
