Page 9 of Night Fever
Hendrick
It’sher.
She looks different now, standing in the middle of my studio, but my god, I know it’s her the instant I turn around to look ather.
A high bun piled atop her head, the gorgeous dark brown locks tied up in the uniform ballet dancer’s style and just a few loose tendrils falling around her heart-shaped face. Those perfect, big, soft tits inside a black tank-top and sports bra, and that tiny waist, the curve of which I know like the back of my hand. I haven’t been able to get that elegant curve out of my head since lastnight.
When she saw me, and when I saw her, I knew it was over. I knew it was over for me forever. I’d try to find her, and if I couldn’t find her again, I didn’t know how the hell I’d be able to look at another women everagain.
My eyes continue down from her waist to those hips - the curvy hips that I grazed my fingers along, making her so fucking wet for me, so easy to slide my cock insideher.
It feels like an eternity, but it’s probably just a few seconds before I allow my eyes to graze up to her face, taking in the full completeness of herbeauty.
The girl who stole theocean.
And all of this happens on some deep, subconscious level, until I realize that her fucking father is my good friend from over inAfghanistan.
How could I have not noticed him standing there next to her this whole time? Or maybe I noticed him, but it just didn’tmatter.
“Taylor,” I say, walking toward her. She slips behind her father slightly, as though she’s seen aghost.
“How do you know my name?” sheasks.
“You’re registered for six weeks of classes with me,” I say, “of course I know yourname.”
“Come now Taylor,” her fathersays.
Fuck. There’s no way he knows what his daughter was doing mere hours ago - and there’s no way he knows that I was doing it toher.
I watch as she picks her bag up from the floor and dashes to the elevators, quickly passing them and hitting the bar to the big door leading to the staircase of thestudio.
“Taylor!” her dad says, taking a few steps afterher.
“Wait,” I say, putting my hands out to my friend, “what the hell wasthat?”
Deacon turns around to me and shakes his head, a look of concern and defeat washing over hisface.
“I thought she would like it,” he says, “fuck, she evensaidshe likedit.”
My eyes flash to the door she just ran through, and I put my hand out again, indicating silently to Deacon that I would go check on her. He nods in agreement and I make my way to thestaircase.
Busting through the door, I feel adrenaline flowing through my body, being pumped through my veins as though I’ve turned into a junkie who shot something foreign into himself. I feel my feet flying as I race down the narrow stairs, and I look over the banister to get a glimpse of thegirl.
“Hey,” I shout down to her when I see her still racing down, “stop.”
I watch as she keeps running away from me, and I feel my heart cracking along its edges, clenching like it’s about to contract and explode insideme.
Why the fuck is this girl running away from me? I have two guesses, and neither of them isacceptable.
I almost catch up to her as she slips out the exit at the bottom of the staircase, and I’m right behind her as we’re both deposited in the small courtyard on the interior of thebuilding.
“That was so not necessary,” she says, walking away from me quickly, finding a seat on a bench beside the gate to a small garden. Her chest is heaving up and down as her fingers find the the edge of the bench, and she leans over slightly, breathingheavily.
“Yes, it was necessary,” I reply, standing above her. “I still owe you adrink.”
I watch as her chin tips up slightly and she smilessoftly.
“Forgive me for freaking out,” she says. “I guess I wasn’t expecting to see youagain.”
