by Mia Ford
She was still not happy to go. Especially now that Leon had revealed a new side to him that she hadn’t expected to find. This was the man who had taken her virginity, the one to whom she had given it willingly, and she didn’t simply want to forget about him that easily.
At around mid-day, she heard Leon enter the house again, and then the sound of his boots approaching her bedroom door. Ivy sat up in bed, wringing her hands together. She was afraid of hearing the words she believed he was going to say, “Your daddy is on his way to pick you up.”
Leon knocked on the door, and Ivy cleared her throat before asking him to come in.
He had his hat in his hands, and a somber expression on his face. He had only opened the door, but hadn’t stepped in. It seemed like he was also avoiding her eyes.
“I spoke to your daddy and he said that he won’t be able to pick you up till day after morning, he can’t leave the business open.”
When Ivy heard the words, she tried to suppress a smile. She didn’t want to give away how delighted she was to hear him say that.
“So, I’ll drive you up there today.” He added and Ivy’s face dropped immediately.
“You don’t have to do that.” She was quick to assert, getting off the bed.
“Well, there is no other way. You can’t walk back, it’s twenty miles away.” He said, finally meeting her eyes. The sparkle in his brown eyes had returned for some reason.
“I don’t want to walk back, that isn’t what I meant.” Ivy said, feeling her cheeks beginning to flush again.
“Well, you can’t stay here.” He said gruffly and shrugged his shoulders.
Ivy stepped towards him and Leon stepped hurriedly back, like he was trying to defend himself against an attack.
“Why don’t I stay here till my daddy is ready to come and pick me up?” She asked him.
Leon looked at her silently, his face grim again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her any more, she could see him studying her figure, her face, the curves of her breasts. He was trying to decide if he would be able to keep his hands off her or not.
“You need somebody for the house any way.” She said, with a tear in her voice.
“I can do it myself. I’m better off alone.” He growled, snapping off suddenly from his fantasies of her.
Ivy shook the curls off her face and took a few more steps towards him. Leon was following her with his eyes.
“You can’t. And I know you like my cooking.” She said with a smile on her face, and she placed a hand on his chest.
Leon’s gaze fell to it immediately, and in one swift motion he shook her hand off of him. This was not the same kind, concerned man who had saved her from that anxious horse. He was back to being the same brooding Leon who she was first introduced to.
“Don’t assume you know me, and keep your hands off me, woman.” He barked at her, and was quick to move away.
Ivy was suddenly more embarrassed than she had ever been before. This was an outright affront. He had directly communicated to her now that he didn’t want anything to do with her, that the previous night’s sex had been a mistake.
Ivy could feel hot tears pricking the back of her eyelids, as she tried to stop herself from bursting out in tears.
“You can stay here till your daddy picks you up, but only because I have too much work to do to go around giving people lifts. Just stay out of my way.” He said and turned away from her.
Ivy remained where she was, till she heard the sound of the slamming front door.
Then she started crying. Hot fat tears were rolling down her cheeks, as she remained standing with her hands clasped together.
She felt like she had made a fool of herself. She had thrown herself at a man who only treated her with anger and contempt. She wanted to get away. She would go away.
Ivy slammed the bedroom door shut and sprung herself on the bed, reaching for her cellphone which was on the bedside table now. Her father had sent her a few text messages, which she ignored. She was only interested in the internet now, and accessing the emails that had been sent to her in the last few days.
She re-read the email that had been lying there in her inbox, unanswered for several days.
“Dear Ms. Ivy Hart,
Thank you for applying for the position of Secretary to Mr. George Hernandez. We are pleased with your CV and would like to offer you the position.
How soon will you be able to relocate to Miles City?
Kind Regards,
Debbie Howard
Recruitment Associate, Hernandez & Co.”
She had managed to keep the email a secret for several days, from her father and even from herself. She was ignoring it, and hoping that something better would come along, in her own town instead, which would mean that she wouldn’t have to move to Miles City. But she felt now, like Leon was forcing her to go away. She felt like she had no place here in this town any more. That it was destiny pushing her in the direction of this new job, on the other side of the State. Far away from this no-good small town and from a man who she should have stayed away from to begin with.
“Where is my dinner?” Leon’s voice was thundering outside Ivy’s bedroom door.
She had lain in bed all day, and now she looked up from her phone screen and rolled her eyes.
“Ivy?” He called out to her, and knocked on her door this time, when she hadn’t responded to him.
She continued to remain silent, and instead of answering him, turned over to the other side, her back facing the door, just seconds before he burst in through the door. She looked at him over her shoulder, and he had that worried expression on his face again. Did he think she had run away?
“I’m staying away from you, just like you asked me to.” She said, with a bored look on her face. He looked like he was just about to burst into flames though.
“Why haven’t you made us dinner yet? It’s past eight.” He said, clutching the doorknob with his hand, where she could see that his knuckles had started to turn white.
“Why should I be making you any dinner? You fired me from the job remember.” She said, still not turning to face him.
“What are you going to eat then?” He asked. She could see that he was trying very hard to calm himself down.
“I’m not hungry, and besides, a few pounds knocked off of me might actually do me some good.” She said nastily, and looked away from him.
“Don’t you ever say that!” She heard him say, and then there were footsteps behind her. When Ivy looked over again, she realized that he was standing right behind her, at the edge of the bed, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t say that, Ivy. You don’t need to knock off any pounds. You are beautiful.” He said, in a much more subdued voice, taking her by surprise.
She straightened herself up and sat up straight to face him more clearly now. He was watching her as she pulled her knees close to her chin, wrapping her arms around her legs as she looked up at him.
“Why don’t you just leave me alone, Leon? I thought we were going to stay out of each other’s way till daddy came to pick me up.” Ivy said, taking in a deep breath. As much as she had prepared herself to believe that Leon was a lost cause to her, that she shouldn’t be pursuing him, she still couldn’t help but conjure up the same feelings for him. His broad neck, his wide chest, those big rugged rough hands. She couldn’t stop thinking about how delicate and small he had made her feel when he had her in his arms. She wanted to nuzzle her nose into the hair on his chest.
“You should get something to eat.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at her.
“I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Why don’t you just worry about your own meal?” Ivy rolled her eyes at him and said.
“Stop being difficult, Ivy.” She heard him say, and then his hands were on her. He was trying to haul her off the bed, while she started kicking her legs wildly.
“I don’t want to eat. Just leave me alone, Leon. I want
to stay away from you!” She was screaming at the top of her lungs, while he drew her in closer to himself. She knew she was acting childishly, that she was overreacting, but she felt overwhelmed. She couldn’t understand his alternating hot and coldness, what he wanted from her. All she knew was that she wanted him, and he was too complicated for her to have.
Leon pulled her closer to him, and with his hand he pressed her head down on his chest, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.
Ivy could feel her breath getting stuck in her throat as he held her. She wasn’t crying, but she could feel the stinging reddening sensation in her nose which was always followed with tears. But Leon had managed to suffocate that, she was so taken aback by his kindness, the way he held her to his chest, that she could do nothing but be amazed by what was happening. She was actually in Leon Cooper’s arms.
She could feel his heart beating against her ears, as he kept his hand pressed on the back of her head. She slowly drew her arms around his waist and remained there, submerged in the moment, her eyes slowly closing to the comfort of that position.
“Ivy.” She heard him say her name, and her eyes flew open again.
“Yes.” She said, in a soft embarrassed voice. She was ashamed of how dramatic she had just been.
“Will you let me kiss you again?” He said, in a similar low voice as hers.
She hurriedly drew herself away from him, she was so surprised to hear him ask that. How did he not yet know, that was all she wanted? To be kissed by him, to be fucked by him. That was all she wanted from the moment she laid her eyes on him.
She lifted herself up on her toes, and this time she was the one who kissed him, pulling his lips into her mouth, her hands traveling up his hard-muscular chest. His hands were on her waist, drawing her closer to his body. She closed her eyes, to experience the fullness of that kiss, how tender and gentle it was. How it wasn’t hungry or wild at all, like it had been before. Suddenly, she wanted to break down and cry again. Because she knew this would lead to nothing, that as much as she wanted Leon sexually, she also knew by now that he could give her nothing more. Leon was damaged goods and she wouldn’t be able to fix him.
Leon’s mouth was on Ivy’s neck. He was tracing her throat with his tongue, while his hands held her tightly, close to his chest. She had her hands on his shoulders, with her head doubled back, giving him the freedom to do with her as he pleased.
She could feel herself growing wet again. The roughness of his stubble tingled her skin where he was licking her. She wanted to unbutton his shirt, feel the honey smooth skin of his shoulders on her fingertips.
She could feel his growing dick pressing into her belly. He was as out of control as she was. She could feel herself smiling.
“Ivy.” He muttered her name, as she felt his hands grazing up her leg, pulling up her skirt to her waist. His hands were on the inside of her thighs next, touching the soft skin there, squeezing and kneading it with his hands.
“You are so wet. You’re so ready for me.” He said, in her ear as she felt his fingers beginning to stroke her, through the fabric of her wet panties. His fingers were rough, and he was gently stroking her there, making her wetter, making it more swollen. She cried out from the pleasure.
When Ivy opened her eyes, she saw that Leon was smiling. He had his eyes on her face, and he was enjoying looking at her writhe with pleasure.
“Leon, don’t torture me like this.” She said to him, whispering the words. And he started stroking her harder. She wanted more than just his fingers now, she wanted to feel that dick slide into her again. She wanted to see him naked, feel his throbbing growing core in her mouth. She wanted him to cry out with pleasure, the same way she was doing now. But he wouldn’t let her go, he continued to stroke her, preparing her for what was to come.
She leaned forward to kiss him again, and this time their kiss was rough. They were both desperate and hot with anticipation. He nibbled on her bottom lip as she explored his mouth with her tongue. His hand remained under her skirt, stroking her still. She was afraid that she would lose control there and then, that she would orgasm quicker than he was expecting her to. She was holding herself back, she was trying to control it, but his fingers, dripping and slippery with her own juices, was making it very difficult.
“Rip off my clothes, Leon. Make me feel good again.” She found herself saying, and to her surprise, his fingers suddenly stopped moving.
With a quick jerk, he had released her from his arms, and Ivy went falling back. She fell back on the bed, and gasped with surprise. What was going on?
Leon stumbled back, rubbing his hands over his face. He suddenly looked exhausted and angry again.
“What’s the matter? What happened?” Ivy cried, sitting up, watching his confused expression change to rage.
“I’m sorry, Ivy. I can’t make you feel good.” He said, running his fingers through his shaggy blonde hair.
“What are you talking about, Leon?” She asked him, biting down on her lip.
“I can’t make you feel good. I can’t make you happy.” He muttered, looking about the room like he wasn’t sure where he was.
“Leon, is this about your past? What’s the matter?” She cried, jumping off the bed and rushing towards him.
Leon stepped back, his back hitting the closed door of the room. Ivy placed her hands on his chest, in an attempt to calm him, but he glared at her, like he wanted to run away.
“I can’t make women happy. You are too lovely, you’re too beautiful and smart to want me. I will only end up hurting you.” He said, in a low guttural voice.
Ivy shook her head, still biting her lip.
“Who told you that? What are you talking about?” She barked at him, clutching the front of his shirt with her hands.
“The woman I wanted to marry.” He said, finally meeting her eyes. Ivy’s hands dropped from his chest.
“You’re in love with someone else?” She asked, stepping away from him.
Leon remained silent, and averted his gaze from her again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in love with somebody else.” Ivy said, the tears returning now. She knew she should have stayed away from him. She knew he wasn’t the man for her.
“Ivy, look…” He began to say but she interrupted him.
“I understand now, Leon. You can’t change what the heart wants. I was foolish to throw myself at you.” She said harshly, angrier with herself than anything else.
“No, you’re not…” He tried to say, but she had stopped him again.
“You don’t have to worry about me anymore, Leon. I won’t be making a fool of myself again. I’m going away.” She said, clasping her hands to the front. He jerked his head up to look at her.
“No, you don’t have to. I’ll tell your daddy you can work here as long as you want. I was being selfish. You need a job, and I need an employee.” He said, meeting her eyes.
Ivy shook her head.
“No, I have another job. I’m going away. I’ll leave town soon. You don’t have to worry. You can hire somebody else, someone who won’t tempt you and seduce you and trouble you.” She said and whipped around from him.
“You’re leaving town?” She heard him ask from behind her.
“Yes.” She replied, hoping that he would ask her where. Hoping that there was still some hope, that he might still want her.
“I’ll leave a sandwich for you on the kitchen counter, in case you get hungry later.” He said, after a few moments of silence. And then he was gone, he had left her room and gently shut the door behind him.
Ivy fell back down on the bed, drawing the covers up close to her chin. She had never felt this miserable before, and all for a man who was in love with somebody else.
Ivy didn’t get out of bed the next day till mid-day. Even then, she showered slowly, changed into a pair of old loose jeans and a fresh blouse, not in any hurry to leave the room. She figured, the less she saw of Leon, the better it would be for her
to control her feelings.
Her blonde curls were still damp when she stepped out of the room and into the kitchen. She was surprised to find Leon sitting at the table, black rimmed glasses on his eyes and a pen suspended in the air.
“What are you doing?” She blurted out.
He had a thick stack of papers before him on the table, and a long register open where he was trying to either make notes, or calculate something.
He looked up at her, over the lenses of his spectacles. Suddenly, he looked much older, wiser and even more serious if he possibly could.
“Trying to do my accounts. I’ve never been too good at it.” He said.
Ivy crossed her arms and leaned on the door frame, with a sarcastic smile on her face. She hadn’t ever thought that Leon Cooper might ever admit to a shortcoming.
“You look mighty lost alright.” She said, the smile growing wider.
Leon pulled the glasses off his face and folded them on the table, looking at her with those chocolate brown eyes that she had grown to become so fond of.
“Do you want to help me? Or are you just going to stand there and make fun of me?” He asked, raising a mischievous eyebrow at her.
Ivy pursed her lips, enjoying this other new side of him.
“How long have you been sitting there? Secretly waiting for me to come out of my room, cowboy?” She asked, walking in his direction now.
He finally smiled. That same warm wide smile that always took her by surprise. It was strange to think that he was probably at least half a decade older than her, or maybe even more. In that instance, she felt more authoritative and wiser than him. He wasn’t trying to pretend that he knew more than her.
“Since eight o clock.” He said and Ivy burst out laughing.
She pulled out a chair at the table and sat down across from him.
She noticed the handsome plaid shirt he was wearing, the dampness of his sandy blonde hair, his clean-shaven jaw. He too had just taken a shower.
