She didn’t give a care in the world what he thought of her, and she didn’t take the time to do make -up or anything so she was there, on time and exactly 1. He wasn’t hard to find, his height made him the first things she saw when she walked in. He gave her a smile and a nod, and she maneuvered her way across the room to him. He stood, moving around her to pull out her chair which made her blush.
“You pull out chairs and everything.” She arched a brow at him. “I’m impressed.”
“I may play football for a living, but I am not a Neanderthal.” He gave her a wicked smile as he settled back into his seat.
“We will see.” She retorted back, her blue eyes glittering as they met his.
The waiter came, taking a drink order and she ordered water as usual. She knew better than to look at the menu, she was on a very strict diet of watercress and cucumbers. She would order a side salad no dressing and be careful about dinner. She pushed the menu to the edge of the table, and sat back her eyes focused on Jessie.
He was studying the menu hard, and she had an opportunity to really have a good look at him. He was broader than she remembered, and more than just a little good looking. She watched his hair fall on his face as he flipped page after page. She noticed how he flexed with every move and she hated herself for being attracted to him at all. He looked up at her and gave her a half grin, obviously enjoying the fact that she had been looking at him. Fortunately, the waiter came.
“You two are just adorable. What can I get you two sweethearts for lunch?”
She felt her cheeks burning, and yet he didn’t miss a beat.
“Have you decided sweetheart?” He blinked at her rapidly batting his eyes in her direction.
She cleared her throat. “Garden salad please, no dressing.”
“What about for you honey?” The waiter practically oozed appreciation for Jessie.
“I’ll take the lasagna, and bread. No salad for me though.” He handed the waiter the menu and she felt his eyes on her.
“Ok, I’m here, feel free to share with me whenever you are ready.” She paused as the waiter came back with a basket of bread, placing it directly in front of her. She sighed as she moved it across the table to him.
“So, you don’t eat bread or real food? How do you manage to have enough energy to show such distaste for me?” He smiled at her, which she halfheartedly returned.
“I eat food, thank you, just not like that.” She methodically placed her hands in her lap. Doing her best to avoid eye contact with him, it was more than a little unnerving.
“Well, I have to admit I enjoy your company Lynne, you keep me guessing what you will say next, which I thoroughly enjoy.”
“I am glad I amuse you Mr. Randolph. Now if you would be so kind to tell me what I am doing here?” She was trying not to look at him, or be drawn into his stare.
“How long have you been with Brad?” He was watching her again, and she felt the familiar rush of heat creep into her face.
“That’s none of your business Randolph.” She subconsciously played with the fork to her left.
“True, it’s not, but I want to know what I am up against.” He smiled as the waiter brought their food, and set the spread out before them.
She waited for the waiter to leave, more confused now than ever. She watched him put a thick smear of butter on his bread. She visibly heard her stomach growl. That only made her blush more.
“A year and a half, I don’t understand what you mean.” She set out slicing and dicing her salad adding black pepper and nibbling on it as she waited for his response.
“I think you do, if you think about it.” He never broke stride, eating with gusto and frowning as she ate her salad. “You are killing me sweetheart, here.” He handed her some bread which she eyeballed before taking it from him.
She picked at it, never really taking a bite of it. Bread was always her weakness, and she knew it.
“What do you want from me exactly Randolph, since we are so good and being honest with each other that is?”
“So you want me to be more specific then?” He smiled as she gave him a nod in agreement. “Well that’s easy enough sweetheart. See I want you.” He took a bite of the lasagna on his plate, swallowing it before he went on, never once looking up at her. “I want you naked, and in my bed… I want to run my hands over every inch of you until neither of us can take it anymore and then.” He paused looking into her face, his fork poised. “…and only then, I want to bury myself deep inside you, and not stopping until you beg me to let you hit your peak.”
She felt her body tremble with each word as he went on and on in great detail what he wanted. One thing was certain he wasn’t shy about anything. She also knew he was lying. He carried an air of confidence, but the truth of the matter was she simply didn’t believe him. She took another bite of her salad and moved to grab her jacket. Perhaps he didn’t know when he was being cruel, or mean. She felt her face flaming as she stood to go. Finally, she noticed the frown on his face.
“Where are you going Lynne?” He sat back and crossed his arms as he gave her a once over from head to toe.
“It’s not funny you know? You should be more mindful of what you say to people, especially when it’s hurtful.” She spun around to leave, taking long strides to get to the door, so that she could go back to work.
As she went back into her building she decided to just go how instead, calling her editor quickly, letting him know she was going home sick. Guys like him were always doing that, flirting with the big girl who they thought would fall all over them. She had been the brunt of that joke on more occasions than she could count on one had. T was humiliating, and it hurt. It was difficult enough to be with Brad, always trying to conform to the standards necessary. Sometimes she had to ask herself why he was with her in the first place.
She pulled into their apartment complex, more determined now than ever to lose weight, and fast. She silently cursed herself for eating the stupid bread. She slung her keys on the counter and she kicked off her shoes, throwing them onto the floor. He had a lot of nerve, and it made her even angrier how confidently he had delivered it. It was almost too real. She was still thinking when she heard the knock at her door.
She swung it open and glared at the person standing there.
“What the hell are you doing here Randolph, and how do you even know where I live?” She was furious and wasn’t quite sure what to do with the anger.
He didn’t say a word, but instead he walked in, kicking the door shut behind him. He pulled her to him his lips grinding into hers almost painfully. He kissed her hard and deep, taking her breath away. He pushed her then, until she felt the wall pressing against her back and he moved the length of him against her. She kissed him back, almost feverishly. Something was controlling her actions, she certainly didn’t know what was happening.
He moved back once to smile at her wickedly before his mouth made a decent on hers once more. He was everywhere at once his hands burning her skin as they traveled down her body and caressed her every curve. She heard a low moan in his throat as he nipped at her neck. She felt the air hit her breasts as he opened her shirt, exposing her. The nipples tightened as he ripped off her bra in one fell swoop, his hot mouth eagerly suckling at first one and then the other.
She was lost in the heated daze she was under. His mouth was alive, burning her, and she loved it. She felt his hands cup her breasts in one hand pulling it up closer to his mouth. Finally, she opened her eyes and blinked at him, suddenly regaining her senses. She tensed up, moving and shifting until she had escaped him. She was holding her shirt together and wiping her mouth with her other hand.
“What the hell was that Randolph?” She knew she was blushing, everything in her body was on fire after all.
“I am trying to show you that I was sincere Lynn, I do want you.” He took her hand in his then, pressing it against the rock hard length of him that was obviously excited.
She pulled back then, her body still throbbing from the excitement he had given her. Brad never… Oh God Brad. She felt the guilt roll in in waves. She had lost herself for a moment there, and much more and she would have succumbed to anything Randolph asked her for.
“This.” She gestured between them. “This can’t happen.” She lifted her eyes to his.
“Do you like when I touch you Lynne? I want the truth; don’t lie to me I’ll know.” He moved then just enough to look down at her.
“Yes… I’d be stupid if I said no. It’s just too much at once.” She said her voice wavering slightly.
“Too much? Oh my sweet Lynne I haven’t even gotten started with you.”
“Why are you doing this Randolph? I know I’m not your type, blonde and thin. I don’t understand your angle?” She waited for a response.
“What am I doing what? Try to seduce you? Uh well because I want you Lynne just like I said at the restaurant.” He frowned. “By the way I don’t like blonde and skinny, I prefer my women to have a little meat on their bones sweetheart.” He leaned into the door, and she could tell he meant it.
“I see…” She trailed off still not believing him.