The Infamous Ellen James(24)

Can I just have the actual Trent Hamilton tonight?

I have never been so turned on in my life. This ruggedly handsome man might literally kiss me into a sexual stupor. I begin to come to my senses and remember that we are in the middle of a bar, not in the privacy of my bedroom. I begrudgingly end the kiss, pulling away slightly breathless.

Thrust me. Thrust me. Thrust me. My vagina is practically screaming for attention. She's in full-on "let's get laid mode" and I'm one hundred percent on board with this brilliant plan.

"Wow." Trent's eyes are lustful, and it's very apparent that he is as turned on by that kiss as I am.

"Yeah." He's basically stunned me into some sort of horny silence. I watch Trent take a swig of his beer and find myself being jealous of that fucking beer bottle.

Lucky bottle.

As my brain finally starts to work again, I remember his promise from before our public display of horny shot-taking commenced. I hope this story doesn't end with an embarrassing twist or pathetic display of drunkenness. This is me we are talking about here; I managed to become a YouTube sensation overnight with my obscene demonstration of pelvic thrusting to the Harlem Shake.

"All right, fess up, Casanova. There is obviously some sort of story that I'm not aware of and you are going to tell me every detail." I lightly poke him in the chest.

Trent sets his beer bottle on the bar and grins back at me with amusement. "I have one word for you. Nashville."

“Nashville? As in Nashville, Tennessee? I don't see how that…"

I abruptly stop talking as my brain begins to catch up with the conversation. The last time I was in Nashville, I was presenting to a group of surgeons about the most recent changes to Regency's staffing protocols and nurse-to-patient ratios. My manager Shirley had convinced me to do this presentation in hopes that it would positively promote Regency's new state-of-the-art facilities, and that little presentation didn't end so great. Calling it a disaster is actually putting it nicely. This is just another perfect example of how I somehow manage to find myself in the most absurd situations. Trent is watching me intently as I slowly come to the realization that he witnessed my presentation.

Holy shit!

Trent Hamilton saw my moment of complete mortification. He was a spectator to one of my most embarrassing moments. Ever.

Oh my god! Someone put me out of my misery!

I put my hands over my face and drop my head to the bar. "Oh my god. Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD! You were there? You saw my presentation?" I ask into my hands as I shake my head in pure disbelief.

I can faintly hear Trent laugh a little and then feel his large hand rub my back. "Ellie, don't be embarrassed."

I quickly lift my head up off of the bar and give him an annoyed look. "Don't be embarrassed? Are you screwing with me right now? You witnessed one of the most embarrassing moments of my life! That moment was more embarrassing than the stupid YouTube video Amy posted of me!"

"YouTube video? Wait, what YouTube video?" Trent's voice is filled with curiosity.

"No way, buddy! You are not seeing that YouTube video! One ridiculous display of my uncanny ability to make an idiot of myself is enough for you. And stop trying to change the subject!" I turn away from his deep blue eyes in a lame attempt to hide the mortification that is plastered all over my face.

Trent grasps my chin and pulls my gaze back to his.

"When I first laid eyes on you in that conference room wearing your fuck-me heels and tight black skirt, my cock was hard instantly. I had to adjust myself before I busted my fucking zipper. And then you were so god damn adorable during that presentation, Ellie, that I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I know you were embarrassed, but, sweetheart, I haven't stopped thinking about you since I saw you in Nashville.”

"You calling me adorable is not helping to ease my mortification."

I don't want Trent to think I'm adorable. I want him to think I'm sexy and irresistible; I want him to feel like he can't keep his hands off of me. Adorable is something you call your kid sister, not a girl you plan on taking home and fucking until she can't even remember her name.

Trent closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, his expression is serious, almost seductive. "Did you hear when I said my cock was hard instantly at the sight of you? Let me spell it out for you, because you obviously do not understand what I'm telling you. When I was watching you during that presentation, my mind was not thinking about patient ratios and hospital bullshit. My mind had you naked in forty different positions while I was fucking you senseless on that conference table."

Well, fuck me sideways.

"Oh."

Speechless.

This man has left me entirely speechless and aching for him to do everything he just said. There's a moment of silence between us as we continue to gaze at each other. I feel my breath hitch a little at the increasing intensity in his deep blue eyes.