FIVE

“I’ll take those two days, Bain.”

There was a pause for just a tiny moment on the other line.

In that tiny moment, I suddenly panicked.

Was he going to tell me he’s found someone else? Of course, I mustn’t be the only one he’s ‘screening,’ for lack of a better word, for the girlfriend job.

“I’ll get you early in the morning.”

I didn’t know I stopped breathing until I had to breathe again to talk. “How early?”

“Hey, breathe. You sounded choked. I’ll be there as early as when you can open your door for me.”

The relief that passed over me was so huge, I didn’t even hear him say goodnight until I heard the click on the line.

He didn’t ask for my address.

Of course, he knew where I lived.

Bastard.

But I was smiling.

I put the phone down on my night table. Then I laid my head on my pillows.

“As early as when you can open your door for me.”

It was in his voice, low and dewy, that although he was expecting my answer, he wasn’t truly sure until now what I would say.

For the first time, I acknowledged the feeling that I was being seduced, slowly, and not being propositioned, for an unorthodox job.

As the minutes passed by, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard it was not to stare at his handsomely chiseled face.

In the soft light in the bar where we had mostly talked, he looked almost beautiful. My female heart had been melting since the first time he’d looked at me like the way he usually did.

We hadn’t even been that near each other yet. The nearest we had physically been was the length of the table between us when I sat with him to talk the last time.

That seemed to prove to me how strong the physical attraction was.

I closed my eyes, but I could still see his eyes staring at my face hungrily like they were inked under my eyelids.

How would it feel if he has his arms around me?

I had smelled his cologne, expensive and pleasant, from when I had to get up and he did at the same time at the other end of the table when he had to leave.

I could remember it now, heady… filling me with an intoxicating need, and my head with shocking images.

Like me in this bed, naked, my thighs opened wide, his torso between them, his cock thick and hard, sliding into me, inside me, reaching something deep within me…

A spot in the center of my being quivered and emitted tiny vibrations that surprised me.

I opened big eyes. My nerves quivered. I closed my eyes again and moaned.

Oh god…

I found myself reaching for the lowest drawer in my nightstand.

I took Mr. Beast out. I was, technically, a virgin.

Mr. Beast deflowered me three years ago. Should that count? He’s not even real.

 It’s not that I hadn’t been with a guy. I’d kissed and made out and dry-humped, but I’d never felt ready being naked and completely doing it with someone.

I firmly believed a woman didn’t need a man to make herself happy and satisfied in bed. I had never been particularly needy of male companionship, romantic liaisons and dates.

I had never felt this kind of need for any man.

Woops. Wrong. That wasn’t the case anymore.

Bain happened.

His eyes, when they focused on me, made me quiver secretly there.

Made me wonder for the first time being in bed hot and naked with someone like him. Why did he have to be so manly and handsome? Why did he have to smell so good?

There was no way I was going to meet Bain like this tomorrow.

“F*ck!” I moaned again as I scrambled to get Mr. Beast from his bag.

I was shocked at myself. I had never felt this desperate.

I hurriedly took my panties off, and painfully took time to get all of myself naked because I wanted so.

I moaned in utter relief as I opened my thighs, finally, in the way I imagined them to be, and laid the throbbing part of the toy over that quivering flesh between my thighs.

“Oh, Bain…”

And then I was lost.

I thrust the phallus-shaped latex vibrator inside me, maneuvering the clit-stimulator to where it could exactly pleasure me.

I closed my eyes and moaned harder as I see Bain over me, naked, skin glistening with sweat, his handsome face flushed with arousal, thrusting his cock between my legs.

Giant spots of white exploded behind my eyes at my first climax.

But the wanting didn’t stop. The problem with imagining a real person f*cking you was you’d want his touch, his embrace, the feel of your sweaty skin sliding against each other.

Mr. Beast couldn’t give me that, and I fell asleep sadly wondering where I’d gone wrong with this.