I play games on my phone for a couple of hours to ward off the crazy that is starting to fill my mind until my phone finally dies. Claire's died about twenty minutes before mine.I've watched her from the corner of my eye as she's picked at her skirt and blouse. She reminds me of a monkey pulling mites off another monkey, and I have to suppress a laugh.The anger has dissipated and I can acknowledge when her mouth is shut just what a striking woman she is. Her green eyes are such a stark contrast to her dark hair. Her milky complexion doesn't have a flaw in it. Her cheekbones are high, perfect nose, and lovely neck. Somewhere along the way, she took the tie out of her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders in loose waves. She tucks the shiny locks behind her ear, unaware she's being watched.Her head slowly turns in my direction and I notice her eyes are brimmed with tears."What's wrong, Princess?""I'm terribly claustrophobic. I was doing okay with my phone to distract
Turning, I put my back to the steel doors and slide down, still firmly planted inside her. I'm gearing up for round two, but need her to keep me aroused while I regain a little strength.The problem is she looks thoroughly fucked and in need of a nap. Her hair is mussed, her face flushed with a beautiful glow, and her eyes heavy. She lifts her gaze to mine. I notice the normally mint green of her eyes now has a yellow hue, as if they have softened. She must see the desire building again because she gives me this quirky grin as she slowly rocks her hips.The movements are so subtle I wouldn't notice them if my dick weren't in her tight pussy. She accentuates the roll of her hips just enough to keep me hard but not enough for me to be desperate to fuck her. She tucks her head into my shoulder, allowing the rest of her body to relax and rest while she waits for me. This isn't her first rodeo.With her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my neck and mine loosely draped
My mind starts to swirl with the thoughts that a woman tucked into me, seeking comfort, feels good. I don't do warm and fuzzy.I don't commitment.I don't do relationships.This, right here, I don't do this.I do wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am and then I'm out. I have no problem using women for sex. I'm honest about it. I never lead them down some primrose path of happiness.It dawns on me, Claire and I didn't have this discussion. We didn't have any discussion. We just fucked, twice.I keep trying to work myself up to be upset, to convince myself to keep this woman at arms length, but no matter what I tell myself, I keep coming back to this place of complacency where I'm perfectly content holding her in my arms."Quit over thinking it, Sasha." She doesn't open her eyes or move her head, just speaks against my chest."I don't know what you're talking about." I try to play it cool.She starts laughing, her body shaking against my own. "You do. Just stop. I'm not looking for
The elevator lurching shakes me out of my slumber; Claire seems just as groggy as I am. I can't tell if the car is about to start moving or not, but both of us are butt-naked."Shit. We might want to get dressed in case this thing starts to descend and we are suddenly in front of other people."She moves like a thief in the night. I'm tempted to watch in awe of her graceful actions and how quickly she responds, but I decide my time is better spent donning my own apparel. In no time, we are both fully dressed, waiting, but nothing happens."I hate this fucking building," I say to no on in particular."Really? It's growing on me." She gives me a crafty grin. She's scheming, but I can't imagine what it would be.We sit there idly talking; I'm amazed at how her personality has changed since I first met her. No longer is she the frigid ice princess she presented herself as hours earlier; she's down to earth, works hard, and is actually pretty damn funny.The conversation is easy
A week later, I still haven't heard from her. Yes, I have her cell on that little piece of paper Tonya gave me the day I met her tucked in my wallet, but she made it clear she didn't want to see me, so I haven't contacted her. I check my phone constantly to see if somehow I've missed her call or maybe a text, but am always disappointed."Any messages for me?" I ask for the tenth time since walking in the door today."No, Sasha. Not in the five minutes since you last asked. Who is it that you're expecting to hear from? You've been acting really strange since you last went to the mill. Has that place finally cracked you, too?" Tonya jokes, but she has no clue how close to right she actually is.I don't respond and make my way back to my office. I have a ton of showings this afternoon and need to get in gear. I can't make a living hanging out behind my desk.Just as I'm about to walk out my door to meet a client, Tonya walks in with a huge grin on her face holding a stack of paper
My intention was to wait until the closing and ask her if she wanted to go to dinner, but I don't make it that long. I went home after Elsie left my office and stared at the walls, listened to the silence, and thought about how much I had enjoyed my night with Claire in the elevator, how much I wanted to repeat it-not just the sex, but the company. The lure of her mint green eyes, her infectious laugh, the glow of her skin, Jesus, I'm in way over my head.She had mentioned that night she worked late hours for her father; I hope tonight is one of those nights, because I would much rather show up at her office than on her doorstep, like some stray dog.When I pull up in front of Weston Wealth Management, I see an entire floor of lights still on and pray it's her. I push the button on the intercom at the door and wait for a reply. When I don't get one, I push the button again, holding it longer this time. When I release it, the speaker cracks at me, then the cold voice. "Yes?""Prin
Brilliant, Shelby, just fucking brilliant. You pissed around waiting on Jack so he could bail on you like he always does. One of these days, you're going to get it through your head he's no good for you. As usual, you make plans based on what he tells you he's going to do, and lo and behold, at the last minute he doesn't follow through. And suddenly, you're asking yourself why the hell you've wasted two years on this douchebag.The dialogue continues in my head as I try to gather as much as I can from my apartment and load it into my car. My mind becomes more confused as the unanswered questions plague my thoughts. Having no idea how long I'll be gone makes it difficult to know what to pack. I do know I'm running out of time if the news channels are correct about when the storm will hit.The Governor of South Carolina ordered a mandatory evacuation of Charleston yesterday, and the hurricane is getting closer and closer. Each advisory shows the strength of the storm building and
You have got to be fucking kidding me. About thirty miles outside of Mount Pleasant, we slow to a snail's pace. It takes two hours to go another seven miles. Five hours later, total gridlock.Somewhere between Monk's Corner and Orangeburg, I'm stuck on a desolate stretch of highway with a million other people trying to escape the storm. Unfortunately, the roads weren't designed to handle this kind of volume, and the Governor was too stupid to allow evacuees to drive on the opposite side of the highway coming out of the coastal towns.People have run out of gas, which has caused even bigger problems as they abandon their cars on the road. They're out of their cars talking to other travelers around them, throwing footballs, playing Frisbee and hacky sack; the Charleston hippies are out in full force.The rain has let up, and passengers sit on the hoods of their cars having picnics and sharing food with strangers. It's like they're out for a Sunday drive and not trying to avoid the