Isaac placed the seatbelt around her, securing her into the car. She was touched by his action.
He moved round the car and got into the driver’s side. The engine roared to life the moment he turned the key in the ignition. He pulled away from the parking space. She gave him directions to her apartment. The space between them felt huge in the small car. The closeness they had shared in the hotel room was gone. She would be going back to her secluded life while he went and saw other women.
Biting her lip, she glanced out of the window. Would the next woman get his attention? Would she have flawless skin with natural beauty?
Stemming the thoughts inside her head, she watched the city go by. Before she knew what was happening, Isaac was parked outside of her apartment. She stared at the steps leading into the big house.
He made a move to get out, and she stopped him with a hand on top of his.
“You don’t need to get out. Thank you for driving me home.” She unbuckled her seat belt.
“I look forward to seeing you again. Wait.” He started searching his coat. She saw him pull out a piece of paper. “If you need anything at all, call this number.” He passed her the piece of paper with the number to get in touch. “Phone any time. Day or night.”
She nodded her head and got out of the car. Isaac didn’t pull away from the curb. She walked into her building, gave him a wave. When the door shut safely, he pulled away and was gone.
Brad sat waiting for her when she let herself into the apartment.
“You should have gone to bed,” she said.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. It’s not like you to leave for any length of time.”
“I’m sorry. I enjoyed myself and might go out again.” She ran her fingers through her hair recalling the feel of Isaac’s touch. “How was your day?”
“Fine.”
“Did you see Ben?”
“He doesn’t want to talk to me. I’m going to hit the hay. I’m glad you had a good time.” Brad got up from his seat. He walked to her, kissed her head and left to his room.
Nothing. She had no reaction to him. Brad’s touch was nothing like Isaac’s. Touching her scar, she thought of him. He hadn’t pulled away from her, repulsed by her scar.
Smiling to herself, she got a glass of water from the kitchen. One week until she saw him again. Could she last that long?
Grabbing the piece of paper from her pocket, she saved the number into her phone. No matter what time it was she would be able to get in touch with him.
She went to bed and dreamt pleasant dreams.
****
Isaac lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. The paintwork was flawless, not a single bit of imperfection within the paint. So many people demanded perfection. Anything less than the best was considered second place. Is that how Elle had lived her life since she’d gotten the scar?
When he’d seen her scar he’d felt an overwhelming need to protect her. Brad had not told him the full extent of her pain. Isaac saw it on her face as she looked at him. At every turn she expected him to leave. His cock thickened with the thought of her body under his. One meeting was all it had taken for him to want her. She had no idea who he was. He could be the man he wanted to be without the social media destroying their time together.
Her body made him ache. Lying next to her without touching her had been a miracle. She held everything he was looking for. He wished he’d seen her hair before she dyed it the dark red colour. Closing his eyes, he saw the image of her standing before him. He remembered her breasts in the white, lacy bra. Through the white lace he’d been able to see the dark areola of her nipples. The temptation to take her bra off had forced his attention back to her eyes. The sparkle in her eye had grown with the time she spent with him.
Isaac couldn’t believe he was hard and aching for a woman twenty years his junior, a woman with more complications than he usually liked. His women had to come to him for sex. Nothing else. Conversation wasn’t high on his list. Fucking was the only thing he wanted to do. Hard and rough. Elle needed tenderness and time.
Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he thought about her on her back. The next time he saw her he would get her naked, her legs splayed open so he could see her cunt. He masturbated harder as he saw her spread out on the bed, looking at him with wonder in her eyes. She would trust him. Her reactions would not be rehearsed. Elle would be natural, and he would be her first. The thought of another man touching her sent a bolt of jealousy and rage through him. He would not allow another man to touch her. Elle was his. He didn’t want the world he lived in to spoil her precious quality. Two minutes in his world would destroy everything about her.