by Dark Angel
"What?"
"I always thought wine was wine. You did the whole, tasting thing."
I place a cube of cheese in my mouth and chew.
Thomas chuckles. "Don’t tell them that if you ever get to France. You won’t be very popular." He reaches for the cheese as well. I sip the wine. It tastes amazing.
"Next time I go overseas, I’ll remember that," I say.
"Next time?" he asks. "You’ve been before?"
I shrug. "I traveled a little, yes. In the summer of my first year of college, I wanted to get away for a while. I never had a gap year between school and studying. I saved up all the money I could earn as a waitress and went to Germany for a week."
Thomas leans with his arms on the table. I notice his elbows are off the table. A sign of good breeding? Thomas is from a different class than I am. It shows in everything he does. He's refined, groomed, and trained in the art of being a gentleman. And yet, when he looks at me, there's nothing gentlemanly about it.
"Where would you like to go next?" he asks.
"Actually, Elanda sounds interesting."
I watch his face for reaction. He wears an expressionless mask.
"I wanted to go there when I was in Germany. I was close to the border, but I didn’t have the time."
Thomas nods. "There’s so much time left for you," he says. "You have your whole life ahead of you to do whatever you want and go wherever you want."
"You say it like you don’t have that luxury."
He smiles. "Oh, you know. Now that I’m finished with my studies, I feel like I’m tethered to the family business."
"It’s not what you want?"
He shrugs. "No child dreams of becoming a businessman. We all wanted to grow up to be heroes, right?"
I nod. It's a classic concept.
"You said you got your MBA. At Columbia." He nods at me. "What else would you have liked to do?"
He shrugs. "I don’t know. It’s a question that I don’t dare to ask about myself. There’s no fighting fate. The sun will rise, the sun will set, and I'll take over the family business."
I want to ask more, but he steers the conversation away from him. Again.
"What about you?" he asks. "Tell me why you want to be a psychologist."
"I told you. There are so many people out there who need help."
"There are other ways to help people," he says. "Like becoming a doctor, for instance."
I shake my head. "The medical field is well-developed. They know a lot about the human body, now. Enough to save lives by the thousands. The human mind, the psyche, the emotional setup? It isn’t nearly as concrete. It’s undiscovered territory. I want to find out what there is that we don’t know yet."
"You don’t take the easy road," he says. "I find that admirable."
I shrug. "It’s not that simple, but yes. I don’t like whatever comes easy. Every person is different. Every past is different. All interpretations are different. It’s a wonder any of us can co-exist at all."
Thomas nods. "And yet, some of us get along so well. You can find a soul mate in this wild world and be happy."
I swallow. I don't believe it's that easy. "Most people will agree with you," I say.
Thomas smiles. "But you don’t."
I shake my head.
"I didn’t think you would," he says.
"Why?"
"That would make you like everyone else. You think differently. You’re unique. It’s what makes you so attractive."
I blush, again. I know my ears are bright red. Thomas’s smile grows.
"You’re beautiful when you blush," he says.
I shake my hair out of my face, trying to get rid of the flames on my cheeks.
"You’re insufferable," I say. "Throwing compliments at me like confetti."
"A woman like you deserves them."
I laugh. "That's so corny," I say.
"That doesn’t make it any less true."
He pins me with his gaze. My face isn't the only part of me getting hot now. I have no idea how to respond to Thomas. I'm not used to anyone being as forward as he is. Most people dance around things. He charges straight ahead and addresses things directly.
Lucky for me, Adam appears again, giving me a moment to compose myself.
"Have you decided what you’ll have for your entrée?" he asks.
Thomas shakes his head and picks up his menu for the first time. "We haven’t even looked. The conversation was too good. Give us two minutes."
Adam nods and disappears again. Thomas glances down at his menu. I take the time to study his face. His hair is a darker blonde with whatever product he used to style it with. It works with his liquid eyes. He has a strong jaw and a straight nose. Something about him reminds me of statues of ancient Roman emperors. He has a sort of majestic bearing to him.
By our very nature, women are attracted to a man who has strong features. It's a plus for reproduction. If the man is strong, the children will be strong, too. Not that I'm thinking about having children with him.
And I don't feel that attraction toward Thomas. At least, I don't feel only that. Yes, he's hot. When he looks at me with those smoldering eyes, I flash on what he would want to do to me. And I think about what I’d like him to do to me. I’ve never had these kinds of dirty thoughts before.
This isn't what draws me to him, though. I'm intrigued by him, the way he switches from suave to serious and back. There's more to this man, and I'm interested in finding out how deep it goes.
I want to get to know if the man who says he's attracted to my intelligence has what it takes, or if he’s just feeding me another line.
I want it to be the former, but I can't get my hopes up too high. Most of the men I meet are the same. If Thomas is different, I would be pleasantly surprised.
Thomas looks up at me, feeling my stare. He smiles, and I flush, feeling like an idiot for being caught.
I read over the options on the menu again. I have no idea what I want. I just know that whatever I have tonight, I'll be having it with Thomas.
Thomas
Nicole is drop dead sexy. Whenever she talks, her lips move in a way that makes me want to kiss her. Her lips are plump, but not too full. I can just imagine what they would taste like. If things keep going like they are, I won't have to keep imagining for very long.
Twice, she catches me staring at her lips, and she blushes. She's innocent and pure, blushing at the thought of a man finding her interesting, let alone sexually attractive. If she knew what I wanted to do to her, her face might actually catch on fire.
The dress she wears shows off her curves. I imagine ripping it off her and throwing it on the floor. Then I would drink in every inch of her body like fine wine, savoring her to the last drop. I want to see that innocent face of hers twist up in sweet agony, and I want to hear her scream my name when I make her come.
My body responds to my thoughts, and I shift in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position in my pants for my hardening length. She has no idea how she makes me feel, but I'll let her know soon enough. I force those thoughts down and focus on what she's saying.
"My parents decided that, instead of traveling, they wanted to stay in one place to create a stable life for me and my sister."
She's telling me about her life in Brooklyn. I'm only half-listening. She lifts her hand to push her dark hair out of her face. Her hands are slim, with long, slender fingers, but not too bony. Just right, in fact. I want them on my skin. I want to feel the burn of her touch.
I shake my head slightly. I'm getting ahead of myself. All in good time, I think, and try to focus on what she's saying again.
It's getting hard to concentrate. My dates always end in sex, and I'm eager to skip to the last chapter. Tonight, I drank more wine than I should have. The alcohol has burned through my veins, making me ache for the kind of attention you can only get from a gorgeous woman, away from public eyes.
The conversation lulls, and Nicole turns back to her m
eal. Her eyes are on her plate. Beautiful eyes, a pale gray. They're sharp and miss nothing. She feels my stare and looks up at me.
I swallow and lick my lips, not hiding how much I like looking at her.
After dessert, I call for the bill. I want to get out of here. I’ve been good for far too long. Nicole has sat across from me all night, teasing me with her innocence, too polite for words. I like good girls. Does she know that? I want to corrupt her and find the wild woman lurking beneath that innocent mask.
I pay and stand up, tugging at my belt. My shirt's un-tucked. It hides my obvious erection. "Let’s get out of here," I say.
She hesitates before taking my hand. She's careful. When her hand slips into mine, her skin is warm, and I intertwine our fingers, leading her out to the car.
God, I want her so badly. Every fiber in my being screams at me. Take her.
"Where to?" I ask.
"I’ll direct you," she says, and I turn onto the street. "I know a route that should be safe for you to take."
"Safe?"
"You’ve been drinking."
I blink at her. I can't remember when I’d worried about DUIs. I'm the crown prince of Elanda. If anything goes wrong, I have my papers to show them. I have diplomatic immunity. I'm basically untouchable, as long as it isn't anything serious.
Either way, I still let her show me the way. I want her to take a little bit of control. She's shy and a little timid. I want her animal to come out. If it won't come out on its own, I’ll find a way to bring it out of her.
She guides me through the streets of Manhattan. We crawl closer and closer to the Starbucks where we first met, the area around the University. It's not the best area, in my opinion, but Nicole tells me she’s been happy here throughout her years of study.
I've never lived in anything smaller than a thousand square feet. The whole neighborhood makes me feel cramped for space.
This is happening. I glance at her as we drive. Her hands are in her lap, and she moves her legs slightly. The seatbelt crosses over her chest, between her breasts, accentuating them in a way that makes my heart pound. I see her profile as the streetlights pass, lighting up at intervals. The corners of her mouth tug into a secret smile.
What is she thinking about?
I want her in bed. Her bed, my bed, any bed. From the moment I saw her sitting in the window, staring at me, I knew I wanted her.
We drive in silence. The radio plays softly. Music filters through the car just enough to cut through the silence. We don't need to talk, and that's a first for me. I haven't been this comfortable around a woman in a while. If ever. Being with Nicole in the car, alone, doesn't feel strange at all.
"Are you okay?" I ask, just to be sure.
"Perfect," she says. I can hear the smile in her voice without looking at her. Is it just me, or is her voice a little husky? I swallow, shifting in my seat. My stiff length strains against my pants. I'm wired, itching for release. The wine makes me feel hot and bothered, and so does she.
"Right here," she says and points at an apartment building that creeps up almost right to the road. She points at a parking space marked out with white paint.
"Here?" I ask. No underground parking? No marked bays?
She nods. I maneuver the car into the parking space and switch off the engine. In the silence, I can hear the motor ticking to a stop.
I get out of the car and walk around to Nicole’s side. She's already opening the door, but I take over, anyway.
She smiles. "Such a gentleman."
God, if only she knew how filthy things are going to become. I want to strip away the veneer of civilization from her.
I walk with her to the door that leads into her building. She turns around and faces me.
"Thank you for dinner," she says. "It was like a dream."
I smile. "I’m glad you liked it."
She shifts her weight from one leg to another. Her fingers are interlinked in front of her. She's shy, unsure. I love it. It makes me that much more eager to take charge.
I lift my hand and hook her hair behind her ear. Her eyes find mine, and her lips part slightly. My eyes slide down to her lips, making it clear exactly what I'm going to do. My fingertips rest on her temple, and I let them slide down onto her cheek, slowly.
She tips her head up to me, and her breath hitches in her throat. It's a soft sound, but it's there.
I lean in, closing the distance between us very slowly. Her chest heaves. I notice her cleavage from the corner of my eye. She's breathing harder and faster.
When my lips touch hers, a current of electricity jolts through my body. I plant quick pecks on her lips; one, two, three kisses, before I trace the bottom of her lip with my tongue, asking her to open for me.
When she parts her lips, I slide into her, entering her body in a way. I press my body against hers. Her breasts swell against my chest. The heat of her skin seeps through my clothes.
She whimpers almost inaudibly.
She's so shy; it's frustrating. I can't wait to break through that barrier and set the minx free. I can just imagine what she would be like in bed.
I raise my other hand to her face and cup her cheeks. I hold her there, balanced between my hands and my body and kiss her like I mean it. The kiss turns urgent. I try to tell her how I feel and what I want to do, without words.
She's the one who breaks the kiss. She steps back, putting distance between us. She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling. Her lips are parted, and her eyes dilate in the dim light that comes from the streetlight. All that just from a kiss? Everything about her is so innocent and pure. Some girls play this game, I know. The cute naiveté is a turn on.
She swallows hard.
"I better get inside," she says.
I nod. I? Not we. It dawns on me a little late.
"Thank you for tonight," she says.
I blink at her. Did she forget to invite me in or is she not going to?
"You’re welcome," I say. "But the night doesn’t have to be over."
She grins shyly at me. "I think it’s best if I call it a night."
She turns and fiddles with her keys. She pushes one into the door and turns it. I hear the lock click open. She pulls the door open and looks over her shoulder.
"Goodnight," she says.
I lift my hand in a half-wave, confused. She smiles and closes the door behind her. I'm left standing on the sidewalk, feeling like an idiot.
I turn around and push my hands into my pockets. I look left and right, hesitating before walking to my car. What now?
When I get in, I lean forward and glance up at the apartment building through my car window. What just happened?
I turn over the ignition, and the car hums to life. I pull onto the road and point the nose of my car home. It looks like I'm going to sleep alone tonight.
My mind spins. Everything had gone right through the night. The dinner had been superb, the conversation had been interesting, and she’d looked like she liked me. Nothing had gone wrong, and still, she hadn’t invited me in.
Women never reject me. They usually can't wait to get into bed with me. No one says no to me. Why did Nicole do it? It wasn’t like I didn’t have a lot to offer. I had done everything the way I usually did. The charm, the expensive restaurant, the drive home, the kiss. All of it had been magical. Up until the point where she’d refused to invite me in.
To say I'm confused is a gross understatement. I'm reeling with the rejection.
When I arrive home, I park under the building in my parking spot and walk to the elevator. I push the button for the penthouse and watch the screen above the door as it runs through the numbers.
The elevator door slides open, and I step out into my foyer. I unlock my door and lock it again behind me. For a moment, I look around. I feel irritated, frustrated.
I strip off my clothes and climb into bed. There's nothing else to do.
When I lie in bed and close my eyes, Nicole is everywhere. I see her eyes again
, her hands, her lips. God, those lips.
I want her. I want every inch of her. Her rejection just makes it that much worse. My body aches. My erection strains against the covers, begging for the attention it hasn't gotten tonight. I would be helping her out of her clothes right now if she hadn’t sent me home. I would be running my fingers over her arms, down to her perfect hands. I would be guiding her hand to my sex, letting her feel how much I want her.
I can just imagine her smooth, milky skin. What it would feel like. What it would smell like.
I slide my hand underneath the bed sheets and palm my erection. The flesh is hot and heavy in my hand.
Struggling with the reality of what’s happening, I loosen my grip, my hand dropping to my thigh as I strain to talk myself off the ledge. There’s no way I’m about to jerk off like a teenager, not when I have so many willing companions only waiting for a phone call.
Glancing down, it’s like my cock is staring back at me, throbbing. This is crazy. I’ve been hard since I sat down to dinner with Nicole, certain I was having a happy ending tonight. I can’t believe I’m actually lying in bed alone; the realization actually brings a dark laugh to my chest.
I’ve never had a girl turn me on this way, and there’s definitely never been a wait. I feel like I’m going through an obstacle course for her sex, and it’s not as fun as one might expect. Don’t get me wrong; she’s hot. Actually, she’s more than that. Nicole is stunning, beautiful even, and I rarely use that word.
It’s that innocence about her. She looks like such a good girl, but I bet she’s got a dark side that comes to life in the bedroom. If she doesn’t I’m going to introduce her to it. If I’ve got to, I’ll birth the nasty side of her. Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time I turned a girl out. I’ve got to be careful with her, though. The last thing I want is another clingy girl, strung out on cock.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand and I glance at the email notification, debating calling a girl over for the night. Truthfully, I don’t want to sleep with anyone, I just want to fuck, so they’d have to be down to get in, get off, and then get out.
