Page 63 of Beyond Expectations

As we got closer to the city, she broke the silence by rolling off various stats and details about the car. I couldn’t help but smile. Nor could I help by being turned on by her once again. We continued talking the rest of the way back.

She dropped me off at home after grabbing a bite to eat at a fantastic little hole-in-the-wall tapas restaurant she knew. I didn’t offer for her to come up, as I wanted the offer to be made by her.

Plus, I didn’t want her to feel she was in any way obliged, especially not today. It felt weird having her drop me off and kiss me goodnight.

But I was beginning to get the feeling that things with her would always be more complex than I would expect them. And for the first time, that was a thought I very much liked.

***

The following week flew by in a blur. Wednesday night, I went round to Serena’s for dinner. Her apartment was different from what I had expected. She had lofty ceilings, and the layout, although also open plan, had raw wooden beams running through it, which gave it a modern and rustic edge. For dinner, she’d cooked up a Bajan feast. She was a fantastic cook. We talked about cars, work, sports, and everything in between. I had come straight from the office, so I was still in my suit.

Taking our glasses to her couch, we discussed the various places we had traveled worldwide. I could sense she was becoming a little restless, and I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or something else. But it was making me wonder what was bothering her.

“Is everything okay? You seem like something’s bothering you.”

Taking another sip of wine, I waited for her response.

“Well, I have two things I need to ask you.”

My mouth went dry, so I hastily took another sip.

“Go on.”

“My aunt and uncle are having their annual BBQ this Sunday. I was wondering if you would like to come. I understand if you’re too busy or have other plans. I don’t want to be taking up all your free time, I know you’re a busy man.”

I let out a small breath of relief. Why was Serena so nervous about asking me this? Did she think I wouldn’t want to go? Or was she worried about how her family would act upon meeting me? I knew I could be stern and maybe, at times, a bit moody, but that rarely happened in my social life. I usually kept those feelings at work.

“I would love to come. That is only if you genuinely want me there?”

“Of course. Why would you say that?”

“You just seemed a little cautious when asking.”

“I guess it’s just a girl thing. I don’t want to come across as needy or demanding.”

“The only time you are either needy or demanding is when we fuck. And I have no problem with that.”

I leaned over and kissed her. I could taste the wine on her lips.

“And what was number two?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said there were two things you wanted to ask me?”

“Oh, yes. I wanted to know if you wanted to stay the night. It’s getting late, and I don’t want you to be tired at work tomorrow.”

I would have taken her words more seriously had she not mounted me as soon as she said them.

“I will be getting less sleep staying here than I would if I were to leave,” I said as I began kissing down the column of her throat.

And this time, I showed my gratitude as I flipped her on her back and had my way with her on the couch.

After that, we showered together before going to bed for round two. This time, it was her time to have her way with me. And boy, was I one lucky guy.

***

Russell had dropped us off at her aunt’s house about an hour ago, and I wasn’t going to lie. I did start feeling a little nervous the closer we got. But as soon as we arrived, I couldn’t believe how warm and welcoming everyone had been. Well, almost everyone.

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