The Infamous Ellen James(25)

"Ellie, I need to kiss you. Right. Now." He cups my face with his hands and brings my lips mere inches from his.

"Okay," I manage to breathlessly say before he pulls me in for a heart-stopping, mind-blowing, panty-dropping kiss.

After Trent practically kisses me into submission, we continue to talk about the infamous presentation. I explain to him what exactly happened and he finds every detail comical. If I would have been with John when that fiasco occurred, he would have been pissed at me—and really pissed at Amy. I'm kind of baffled by that fact that Trent just finds the story funny. I feel like this guy is just too good to be true. There has to be something wrong with him. Maybe he has webbed feet or a third nipple or some weird sex fetish where he likes to dress up in a bear suit and fuck women in the woods. I just can't imagine that there is actually a guy out there who is sexy, funny, and caring and who manages to embrace my frequent displays of awkwardness.

The rest of the night with Trent is perfect. He continues to make me laugh as we enjoy each other's conversation. He is a complete gentleman at the end of the night, instructing Johnny to call two cabs. To my vagina's disappointment, Trent doesn't attempt to go home with me. He softly kisses me goodnight and makes me promise to let him take me out on an actual date. I program my number into his Blackberry and silently pray that he actually calls.

Amy and I chat the entire way home. She asks me a thousand questions about Trent and makes me tell her every single detail about what it felt like to have his face between my tits. She apparently witnessed our pervy display of tequila shot-taking. After Amy grabs my boobs several times to see if my nipples are still hard, we finally make it back to our apartment. I quickly get ready for bed and practically face-plant into my mattress. The long day at work in combination with the amount of alcohol I consumed at Murphy's has me nearly comatose from exhaustion. As I begin to close my eyes, I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand. I glance at the screen and see a text message from an unknown number.



Unknown: Three things, little spitfire. 1. Save my number. 2. Remember to wear those fuck-me heels on our date. 3. Goodnight, Ellie girl. -Trent





He manages to leave me speechless.

Again.

I fall asleep with thoughts of Trent Hamilton dancing around in my mind. He's in a bear suit, screwing me in the woods, and I'm just yelling for him to growl louder. Webbed feet, third nipple, and weird sex fetishes be damned. Even if Trent happens to have some flaws, there's no doubt in my mind that I really like this guy.





Chapter Thirteen



“It's all fun and games until you're caught with a twelve-inch rubber cock strapped around your waist.”



I wake up the next day in a fan-fucking-tastic mood all thanks to Trent—or Dr. Beautiful as Amy has so generously nicknamed him. Well, she actually wants to call him Dr. Thrust Me, but we managed to agree upon something that didn't have the word thrust in it. Amy and I are chatting over coffee about last night. She might as well start a fan club for Trent Hamilton, because I'm pretty sure Amy is his number one fan. She just keeps gushing over how hot he is and how I need to let him take me to Pound Town.

I take a sip of my coffee and give Amy an annoyed stare. "Let's not turn this into something more than it really is. Trent and I barely know each other, and I think it would be in my best interest if we take things slow. John put me through absolute hell, and I really need to protect my heart right now."

Amy sets her cherry red "Eat Me For Breakfast" coffee mug on the kitchen table and smirks at me. "So letting him take a tequila shot from between your tits is taking it slow?"

"I was kind of drunk and I think my muff was calling the shots by that point in the night." I flush a little with embarrassment as I remember the events of the night.

Did I really let him take a shot from between my tits?

Yes, yes you did, and you enjoyed every second of it.

"Stop acting embarrassed. I was really happy to see you and your vagina living in the moment and not worrying about the consequences." Amy stands up to wash her coffee mug in the sink.

"So that explains why you're always encouraging me to consume obscene amounts of alcohol." I tap my fingers on the table and look at her inquisitively.

She laughs loudly. "Exactly!"

"So you remember how I told you I kept getting a feeling of déjà vu around Trent?"

"Yes." Amy turns off the faucet and leans against the counter, crossing her arms and giving me her full attention.

"Well, I was right. I've met him before, prior to his arrival to Regency." I slowly take a sip of my coffee.

Amy begins edgily tapping her foot against the hardwood kitchen floor. "Out with it!"