It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that a lot of people had paid her compliments today, but the way she was standing, clutching her bag, breathing shallow, and yet standing as tall as she could, I knew she wanted me to like what I saw. It was her lucky day, because I was about to unload a home truth on her.
I reached down and pulled her hand to my lips before leaning down to whisper in her ear. She shivered when she felt my breath on her neck as if her body remembered what it had felt the last time we were this close.
She smelled the way I did after a massage at AquaVell, plus the scent of new clothes. There was something else there too, something that smelled expensive.
“You are the sexiest woman on the planet.”
When I leaned back again, I could see her struggling to contain herself, that happy glow went up a couple levels and made her almost too hot to look at. That slinky black dress really accentuated all her many positives and I could feel the ache in my cock already, the kind of ache that only an all-encompassing pussy massage could relieve.
“Th-thank you for giving me another chance at this interview,” she said.
I raised an eyebrow and then shrugged internally.
OK, you want to run with that for now?
“Yeah. Of course. Come in, I’ve made chicken cordon bleu and a fresh garden salad for dinner, I hope you like it. We can talk while we eat.”
“You made dinner? I would have thought you’d have a chef for that. Was cooking something you enjoyed doing before you won the lottery?”
Kendall pulled out a notebook and pen as she stepped inside, before putting her bag down against the wall. I closed the door and turned to her. I liked cooking dinner about as much as I liked art, but I had big plans for dessert.
*****
Kendall dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “Did you ever track down your parents after you left the group home?”
I took a deep breath and tented my fingers in front of me, wishing she’d leave that topic the fuck alone. After fighting my whole life to move forward, the last thing I wanted to do was look back, but this whole meal was peppered with these questions.
“Why is this so important, Kendall? There’s other things I’d much rather be doing with you. To you. You’re trying to hide it, for some reason, but I know you’re thinking about them too.”
The shy teen, caught between reality and my blunt assessment of it, blushed. She was so fucking cute that it was almost offensive she wasn’t bouncing on my cock yet.
When she was able to look me in the eye again, it was like some of that weight had gone back on her shoulders. She took a deep breath of her own and pursed her lips for a second.
“You ever heard of Woodville?” she asked.
“No.”
“Not many people have. That’s where I’m from. My family has been there for a few generations, and everybody just kind of assumed that we’d all always stay there. It always felt like other people, my parents… everybody but me, were in charge of what I might be able to do with my life, and they didn’t think I could do much. When I left they said I’d come crawling back, and I’m hanging on by a thread, Jace. If things don’t change for me, then it won’t be long until they’re right.”
Kendall’s voice quavered and the pen she had picked up to make note of my answer dropped to the pad.
“I had some little dreams, that’s all. I didn’t expect to come out and set the world alight. I just wanted to be more than… nothing.”
“Fuck ‘em, Kendall. You are more.”
The would-be journalist was quiet for a moment before plucking up all the determination she had. “Jace, I’ve… never had a day like this. Never. I felt…” She held her hands up, searching for the word, and didn’t manage to find it. “And the way you look at me. Nobody looks at me like that. That’s one dream that the good people of Woodville didn’t have to throw in the trash for me, I remember doing that myself. But… I need this interview, Jace and…”
“And what?”
“Were you trying to… buy me today? I don’t think I could live with-”
I stood up and circled the table while Kendall watched me the way a zebra watches a lion. When I was right by her, I reached down and took her hand as I had when she arrived. Instead of raising it to my lips, I pulled her to her feet.
“Come with me,” I said.
“Where?”
“The bedroom.”
“But… please, Jace, I need to… can’t we just keep it professional?”
Oh you’ll be begging for my cock soon enough. Your body is fighting you every step of the way down that “professional” path. I’ll give you the damn interview, but first…