Xavier FINAL(40)
“Relocating here then?”
“We could?”
“Irish you should realize I can make shit happen. We just need a couple computers and a new cell phone for you.”
“Will you be here the entire time?”
He looked at me with a blank stare before answering, “No. I have things I’ll have to do. But James will be at your disposal. There’s enough food and everything else will be here in the morning. I want you scouring the Internet for local talent. Find where they will be performing. Then, if we like them, you do your magic and stalk them on the web. We need mad talent signed with us at go. Can you handle that?”
“Of course I can.” We were back to all business and I sat up and grabbed for the water on the nightstand. There was a fresh bottle and some ibuprofen, “Thanks.”
“I’m gonna shower. You get some sleep.”
“Will you be here again tonight? I mean…”
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
He stood looking at me. “I’m gonna turn on some music. You good with that?”
“Sure.”
I laid down and music filled the room through a kick ass built-in surround sound system I hadn’t noticed before.
The song Come Along by Vicci Martinez and Cee Lo Green started. I don’t know why but my body seemed to awaken. The awareness of what was just in the other room beckoning to me, the sexual being inside me that I had ignored for so long awoke from a three year slumber. The desire deep inside coming to a head, brought on by the way Xavier Steel looked at my body with those sexy as hell hazel eyes.
I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I stopped briefly as insecurity caused by being told no for so long stalled me, but only for a moment. Xavier Steel with his luscious lips, trained tongue, and a body that looked like it was made to please a woman was naked; the only thing stopping me was my own insecurity and a door that wasn’t completely closed.
I opened the door and looked at the shower. I saw his arms rise as he washed his hair. Hair that I wanted in my hands. I felt the pulse that was faintly noticeable between my legs only a moment ago quicken. A burn started building, one that could turn into an inferno by his touch.
I turned and looked in the mirror that was beginning to fog up and unclipped my hair and ran my fingers through it. I slipped my pants off and then pulled my sweatshirt over my head. And looked at myself.
The song ended and I saw his phone. I hit repeat before the next started. I turned to walk towards the shower and stopped when I saw him looking at me through the eyes of a man who appeared to be starving. He cinched the towel around his waist and leaned against the wall. His eyes raked my body from head to toe. His heated eyes now burning and turning black.
“Took you long enough.” His voice had a gravely sound to it.
“I decided to see if I blushed everywhere and wanted you to know, I don’t.”
He took a step towards me.
“Irish, you are so fucking sexy.”
The song started again and his lips curled up on one side. “We’ve already wasted six minutes and forty seconds”
He took another step towards me, I leaned in to kiss him, and he leaned back, avoiding. For a moment I felt the insecurities return. Until he reached around me and grabbed my ass in both hands and lifted me and set me on the counter.
He stepped back. “Did you hear that?”
“No.” I closed my eyes.
“Your hot little ass just sizzled when I sat you down on the cold granite. Now where do I begin?” He took my hands. “Open up those eyes. I don’t want you to miss seeing what a real man can do to you.”
“Xavier--.”
“Don’t interrupt.”
“Ten minutes wasted.” The song began again.
“I don’t see it as a waste. I am already fucking every part of you in my head. I’ve wanted this for a long time now. I need to map out where I will begin. I remember now.”
He kissed my lips with the pressure of a fallen feather. He bit and licked each nipple. They hardened even more until it was almost painful.