AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Give me one reason you shouldn’t take Wilder. Heather knows about the contract. It’s not like she can judge you if he mentions it.”
“He’ll sit next to me in the booth.” I have no idea where that fear comes from. This is a guy I have sexual feelings for, and I’m worried about our thighs touching.
“Oh, no! Not sitting next to you in a booth.” Melissa rolls her eyes and dramatically clutches her chest. “What if he yawns and puts his arms around you?”
“You’ve made your point that I don’t exactly slay when it comes to handling men.”
“Honey, you have to talk to the guy you have in your apartment so you can learn how to talk to other men. Think of it as a learning opportunity.” She points her fork at me, and her face twists into a serious look. “Put the big girl panties on and ask your fake boyfriend out on a date.”
October 20- Wilder
A light tap at the door confuses me for a moment. She hasn’t talked to me for days. I’ve only seen her in the hallway a couple of times before she scurries into her room and slams her door.
“Wilder? Are you in there?”
I open the door and find her in her flannel, pink, and non-sexy pajamas, but I’d still peel them off her and kiss her nipples. I think about her tits more than I should. I bet they’re pink, pointy, and perfect for sucking. Like hard butterscotch candies.
I took a woman home the other night because I couldn’t stand the sexual frustration any longer, and the pouf is starting to look a little too worn to not cause any suspicion. Savannah won’t talk to me, and I shut my eyes as my hands and mouth roamed over this woman. I can’t even remember that woman’s name, but I imagined it was Savannah under my body as I pressed into her.
I know it’s purely sexual with Savannah. It’s just lust. In fact, she’s a little boring and too quiet for me to actually relate to. I need a ball buster. A woman that will drop to her knees and suck every drop from me and then fight with me. Someone with an edge. It’s clear that Savannah and I are polar opposites.
“What’s up?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe. I’m going for cool and sexy. Mysterious. I cock an eyebrow at her and smirk, hoping the look on my face works on her the way it does on other women.
“My mother wants to meet for dinner tomorrow night. Are you available?”
“Ah, you need me to play the part of the dutiful cuffing season partner.”
She stares at my chest, and I flex my pectorals. She turns away, and I lean my head against the doorframe. My eyes are hooded. My bedroom eyes, as I call them. But she doesn’t look at them. “Yes. I need you to play my boyfriend.”
“Without any of the benefits, though, right? Hell, I can’t even get pleasant conversation.”
She sighs. “I’m sorry, Wilder. I haven’t been as friendly and pleasant the last few days like I was the night we met.”
“Why is that?” I ask, tilting my head. I’m curious. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not like me?”
“No,” she says, her voice low. “I mean, I like you. I meant no on the first question. At first, I was just surprised by the contract. Then, I…”
She stops, and I think back to my first shower here. How she probably heard every filthy word out of my mouth and every time I moaned her name. I’m not shy about it. I want this woman. I want her more than I should at this point. I have a warm place to stay, a job for the winter doing oil changes at a fast lube place, and everything is looking up for me. It shouldn’t be a deal breaker to have our relationship be anything but a fleeting transaction, benefitting us both.
But I want her. At least for one night to get her out of my system. Something about her intrigues me.
Her blush answers my question, and it also feeds my ego. She’s no woman that sleeps around. I shook her with the words in the shower. Rattled a woman that’s so steady in every other part of her life.
I hold up my hand. I can’t let her get more words out. “Don’t go any further. I know you heard me in the shower, and we’re just going to move on and shove it under the rug,” I say, swiping my hands like I’m moving a large object. “I’m not ashamed of it. You’re hot. Sure, I thought about you when I was washing my dick? No biggie. I can admit it.”
She opens her mouth to object but immediately closes it, shaking her head like she’s been hit. After a few seconds, she takes a deep breath. “Will you come to dinner? I’d like you to be there. It’ll give us a chance to start over and get to know each other. We’re stuck together for the next few months.”
“Not really. The stuck together part, I mean. You can kick me out any time. If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll go.”
“No!” she says, her voice so loud that I take a step back. “I mean, there’s no need for that. You just have to know that…” she pauses, looking at the ceiling like she’s searching for the right words. “You should know I’m shy and inexperienced in dating. I get awkward sometimes. It’s part of why my mother wants me to cuff so urgently.”
“Holy fuck, are you a virgin?”
“No, nothing like that,” she says, and I clutch my chest with relief. Thank God. I have no desire to pop a woman’s cherry again during a temporary cuffing. It makes February fifteenth miserable, and I don’t want a scene with her clutching my leg as I try to run down the hall. I prefer not to think about that day with 2018.
“Will you come to dinner? I also need to be honest and tell you that Heather usually picks something chain-ish. Prepare for Chili’s, Applebee’s or Olive Garden.”
“If Olive Garden is wrong, I don’t want to be right.”
