“We were just dancing,” he says, defensively and disappears in the crowd.
Smiling, I shake my head. “You don’t have to be so jealous, we really were just dancing. I wrap my hands around his neck, and he puts his on my hips.
“He was groping you,” he wrinkles his nose. “Only I can do that.”
“Oh, really, Mister Burns?” I purr like a kitty. I trace my finger on his strong chest. I’m feeling courageous, two cocktails already under my belt, and Sophie is carrying the third one toward me.
“Here you go,” she says, but before I can grab it, Jake snatches it.
“Hey, I was planning on drinking that,” I pout.
“You’ve had enough.” He puts the drink on the nearby table, and I start sulking. I lose my balance for a second. Jake catches me before I crash to the ground.
“Whoops,” I giggle. I don’t drink much, so the alcohol quickly goes to my head.
“Sophie, I think I’m going to take this one home. She’s had way too much to drink. Tell Matt congratulations on the opening. I’ll see you guys.” Sophie nods with a straw in between her lips, hugs me, and leaves, most likely to join Matt.
“Do we have to go yet?” I stick my lower lip out. “I was having fun.”
“Yes, I noticed. And a hundred other guys, too. They all had the pleasure of staring at your butt the whole night.”
I giggle as Jake lifts me up from the car and takes me to his house. He sits on the bed and runs his hands over his face. I seductively walk toward him, and place my foot between his spread thighs to gently massage him there. He closes his eyes, but then grabs my ankle.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns.
I push the straps off my shoulders. The dress slides down my body and drops in a pile at my shoes. I’m standing in front of him, wearing only my sexy black lingerie and high heels. Smiling, I kneel between his thighs. I try to open the button on his pants as expertly as I can, considering my head is spinning like crazy.
“Ella.” Putting his hands on my hair, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine. “Even though I want nothing other than your sexy lips on my cock, I think it’s best you go to sleep now. You’re drunk and a little sleep will be good for you.”
“But—”
“Shhh,” he places his fingers against my lips. “Sleep.” He kisses me, and gently puts me on the bed. I place my head on the pillow and close my eyes. Only now do I realize how exhausted I am. I feel the mattress dip under his weight as he lies down next to me, wraps his hand around my middle, and cuddles into me. The smell of his aftershave lulls me into sweet dreams.
I’m awoken by the combination of morning sun peeking through the curtains and wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen. I groan as I turn over because my head is pounding. I slowly open my eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the light. I glance at the clock on the nightstand, see that it’s already 10:30am, and I shoot into a sitting position. Only now do I notice the glass of water and two Aspirin on the nightstand. A smile plays on my lips at his attentiveness and I gulp down the pills. I dress into the shirt that’s hanging from the back of the chair and button three buttons. I comb through my hair with my fingers, but I doubt it helped any, with the rat’s nest on my head. Barefoot, I walk down to the kitchen. Camilla is standing by the stove, contentedly humming some melody. I knock on the doorframe so I wouldn’t startle her. She turns her head and smiles pleasantly at me.
“Good morning, Miss Vaughn. I’m just making breakfast. Sit down,” she points her ladle to the bar stool by the kitchen counter. She sets a glass of orange juice in front of me and returns to the stove.
“Where’s Jake?” I take a gulp of my orange juice.
“Oh, he’s been in the gym all morning. He’ll probably finish soon.” I don’t wait for her to continue. I get up and walk to his gym. As I’m approaching, I hear muffled music coming from the room. When I open the door, I’m deafened by the loud rock music playing from the speakers. At the far end of the room, running on a treadmill, there he is.
Sweaty.
Sexy.
Powerful.
Licking my lips, I approach him. He doesn’t notice me right away as he is too focused on running. He is wearing black basketball shorts (riding low on his hips), his running shoes, and he’s shirtless. Beads of sweat are trickling down his torso, glistening in the sunlight coming from the windows; his muscles moving in accord with the rhythm of the run. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, and then he sees me. Leaning against one of many mirrors built in the wall, I beckon him closer, inviting him with my index finger. Jake steps off the treadmill, wipes his face with a towel, and secures it around his neck. Holding the edge of the towel with his hand, he slowly approaches me, his eyes roaming my body.