Naughty(11)

She rang him up, taking the money.         

     



 

"I will be seeing you on Sunday."

"I can't wait."





Chapter Seven



Saturday evening, much to Autumn's dismay, she sat in a nightclub,  watching as her sister danced with some random stranger. Why did she  agree to go out just to make up with her?

Sitting at the bar, Autumn drank her vodka, wishing she was anywhere  else but here. Tomorrow morning she had a date, and she intended to be  more than ready to enjoy that date. She'd already sent a quick text to  Carter, letting him know that she was at this nightclub, and would, she  hoped, be ready for him in the morning.

The song ended, and Summer made her way over. "Whoop, whoop. Why aren't you dancing?"

"I don't dance." Autumn never got asked to dance, and there was no way  she was just going to walk onto the dance-floor looking like a damn sap  in need.

"Come on, we can have some fun."

Autumn looked past her shoulder, seeing another guy practically drooling  to have a dance with her sister. "No, you go. There's a guy there  begging for you."

Summer looked behind her, smirking. "Okay, I'm going to go and get him." She downed her drink, and hiccupped. "Oops."

Autumn smiled and turned back to her drink at the bar.

"You okay?" the barman asked.

"Peachy."

The barman left her alone to wallow in her loneliness.

Minutes passed, and with them, she started to get a little more depressed.

"Now what is a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?" Carter asked.

She turned toward him and smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't want my girl to feel all alone, and I had a feeling that you  would. Besides, I'm picking you up tomorrow, so why not start tonight?"  He gave his order to the barman, and she was in shock.

"Summer's here." Autumn hated this, feeling that she had to keep him a secret even though it was her idea in the first place.

"Yeah, I know, but she's also plastered so you don't need to worry about  that. She won't remember much about tonight." He took her hand. "So why  are you not dancing?"

"No one has asked me to, and I don't like just walking onto the dance-floor." She shrugged. "No biggie."

"Come on." He pulled her off the chair, and they made their way toward the stairs.

"Wait, this is the VIP section."

"And I'm a VIP. Come on. I can dance with you away from prying eyes."

They entered a large floor, and she saw another dance-floor. This time  there were only a couple of people on the main floor, and it was to a  slow song.

"Come on, let's dance and enjoy."

He took her toward the floor, pulling her into his arms and holding her  close. This was the first time she'd ever danced with anyone, and she  closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, basking in the  pleasure.

His body surrounded her, his large arms making her feel small, delicate.

When the song changed, going into another slow one, she truly believed she was in heaven.

"True or false, you've never slow danced?"

"True. Have you ever slow danced with a girl?"

"No."

She looked at him. "Are you lying?"

"No. Slow dancing is intimate. You're close, and there's no way to stop  the woman from reading too much into that. I'm not about reading too  much into that. The women I've been with, have all been for just some  fun."

"Are you saying I'm different?"

"Am I different to you?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it's strange. I know it has only been a couple of  weeks, but I feel I can be myself with you, and that's nice. It's  refreshing." She licked her lips, smiling up at him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I wish this could go on."

"There's no reason it can't."

"Not even with my sister?"

"Summer will always be herself. Do you think she'd care if this was the other way around?"

"No."

"Tell you what, let's make a deal."

"What deal?"

"We both promise to never talk about Summer again. This is just you and me. We both have a past."

"I like that."

"Good."

The song changed, and she let out a giggle as he spun her around the  dance-floor. For over an hour she forgot about all of her worries and  all of her troubles. She drank, and enjoyed Carter's company. She  discovered that he was in fact one hell of a dancer, and he had moves  that surprised her.

They were having a drink when a guy came toward Carter. Autumn watched as he whispered, and then waited.         

     



 

"Your sister is waiting for you."

"Oh, how do you know?"

"I had Brutus here keep an eye out."

"Oh." She offered Brutus a smile and stood.

"I can get you back to the bar," Brutus said.

"I'll be waiting outside for you." Carter took her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Wait for me."

"I will."

She followed Brutus to an elevator, and they waited. "How do you know Carter?" she asked.

"He's a good friend."

"Thank you. For helping."

"Carter told me what was going on, and it's sad. I've never seen him  actually make this kind of effort for a woman. You treat him right?"

"Yes."

Her heart was pounding once again. Why were people dropping these little  hints about how good Carter was, and how different he was with her? She  didn't know what to make of them, and it was kind of unsettling with  each revelation.

Just focus on getting by.

They made their way down to the ground floor, and she walked toward the bar to see Summer waiting, looking a little worried.

"Where were you?" Summer asked.

"The bathroom."

"You take ten minutes in the bathroom?" Summer glared at her.

"I must have eaten something dodgy." She winced at her own lies. Smooth,  Autumn, real smooth. Tricking your sister into thinking you have  diarrhea.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up." Summer rested her head on her hand. "Do you forgive me?"

When her sister looked so adorable how could she not?

"Yeah, of course. You're my sister. I love you."

"Aw, you're the best sister in the whole wide world."

"Don't you forget it." Together they made their way out of the club.  Autumn stood with her sister flagging down a cab for her to get into.

"I love you, Autumn. Best sister in the whole wide world."

"Yeah, I wonder if you'll think that in the morning."

"Of course I would silly. I'm not that far gone." Summer pressed a wet sloppy kiss on her cheek, and she waved her goodbye.

"She's a funny drunk," Carter said, coming out of the darkness. She spun around, staring at him.

"You're right, she is."

He held up his keys. "Are you ready to get this party started?"

"You're good enough to drive?"

"I never had a drink. I had water. The barman knows not to serve me drinks."

"Do you have an issue I don't know about?"

"No. Not at all. I just wanted to give you a night to remember."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "It really was."

"I figured I had to get in a couple of firsts along the way."

****

"This is your house?" Autumn asked as they pulled up in front of his driveway.

"Yeah, it's not much, but it is home."

"Not much? It's a beautiful home. Of course I've not seen inside. You may have decked it out monstrously."

He chuckled, cutting off the engine. "Not even close. Come on." Climbing  out of the car, he took her hand, and together they walked up the  pathway toward his front door. "I just want you to know I've never  brought a woman back here."

"How can I believe that?"

"I don't bring women home. I go to their place, or I rent a room for a night. This is my sacred place."

"And you're letting me go there?"

"Yep." He opened up the door and flicked on the light.

Once they were both safely inside, he flicked the lock into place.

"Do you remember what I said?"

"You want me to be naked?"

He nodded, removing his jacket. "Take your clothes off."

She gave a little chuckle but didn't fight him. The dress she wore was on the floor, followed by her pumps.

"No heels?"

"I can't walk in heels. I tend to flop all over the place. I'd more likely break an ankle than have a good time."

When she was completely naked, he took hold of her hand, and led her through toward his sitting room.

"That look in your eye tells me you have a plan."

"I do. I'm going to show you to every single room in the house, but only  one at a time. The coffee table is right there, go and lie on it."

She licked her lips, and he leaned close, biting down on that precious lip.

"Stop driving me crazy."

Autumn moaned, but made her way toward the coffee table. She leaned forward putting her hand on the counter. "Here?"

"Yes, sit on it."

She smiled and took a seat on the coffee table. Her gaze was on his as  she spread her legs, showing off that pretty little pussy.