Page 32 of Last First Date
I give him the best side eye I can manage because we're both naked and have had our mouths all over each other recently. "Why on earth would anyone do that? They're not exactly in ready supply for me, so when I find one, you'd better believe I'm in right away. No putting that thing on layaway."
He smiles wickedly, like he's already doing something extra dirty to me. "Well, I've heard that waiting can make an orgasm even better. Stronger and more powerful. Like if you hold off on coming, it might just blow your mind."
My lips curl down in disapproval. "That's just stupid. A good orgasm already blows my mind. Why on earth would I want to mess with a good thing? If it's not broken, I'm not going to try to fix it."
His lips squish up into an adorable little pout. "Don't you trust me?"
I startle a little. "What does that have to do with anything? Obviously. I trust you with my body, which is a big deal to me at least."
His eyes narrow a little at the tone in my voice, but why are we even having this conversation? I need to get some sleep right now. "Cut the crap, Darcy. We're having a conversation right now."
"You cut the crap, Abernathy. Look, either you're going to seduce me into doing it yet again or you're going to be a gentleman about it and let me sleep. You want to just cut to the chase and tell me whether we're going to do it again right now or if you're going to let me sleep?" I fake the biggest yawn I can under the circumstances, which isn't difficult given the amount of fatigue weighing me down right now.
"Okay baby. For today, we are tabling the discussion about delayed gratification, but I promise we're going to revisit it." His eyes are flaring with that irresistible heat again, and I'd better shut this down now or else we'll be at it for hours.
Because there's no way this man understands the idea of a quickie. He's definitely an all-nighter type, as he proved to me relentlessly last night. And I can't even today. "I'm too tired for all the sexy talk. Just cuddle with me and let me get a little sleep before I have to go this afternoon."
He settles down against me again, wrapping me up in his strong arms. "Where are you going anyway?"
I sigh. "Dance lessons. I don't really want to, but I don't have much of a choice with the stupid gala coming up in a couple of weeks. I don’t think the stripper moves from you and the other guys at the station are going to do anything for me with the country club set."
He sits up again and looms over me. I kind of want to scream at him to let me sleep, but then his face scrunches up and it's super cute. "Dance lessons? That's so yesterday, Albrecht."
Sheesh. Was that only yesterday? It feels like forever ago when he was giving the station pole a workout like it'd never seen before. I’m not going to be able to walk through that part of the station without blushing ever again.
He leans down and kisses me on the tip of my nose. "Anyway, that whole thing is just plain dumb. I mean, I guess I'd be willing to go with you to that stupid fundraiser, even if you can't dance."
Ugh, this infuriating man. Here we are having what was almost a nice, tender morning after and he had to go and pull out the pity date talk with me. "What do you mean, youguessyou'd be willing to go? What does that even mean?"
He backs up like I've actually hit him. I guess even he can hear the edge in my voice. "Don't act stupid, Darcy. It means I'll go with you to that fundraiser. Duh."
What the fuck is his problem that he can't even say something nice without somehow ruining it? Like he was so close to saying the right thing here, and then his natural asshole tendencies kicked in and instead he's somehow made it sound shitty. Like I should be thanking him for deigning to even agree to take me to the gala.
I push him off me and sit up, sheet tucked up in one fist. "Well, Mister Duh, don't put yourself out on my account. As it turns out, I already have a date to the gala. And unlike you, he's the kind of man who cares about at least looking classy, so I'm going to go get some sleep and then go to the goddamned dance lessons I have scheduled."
He stands up abruptly and towers over me, every part of him positively bristling with rage. "You. Have a date. And yet you're here in my bed, sucking my dick, not his. Well if that isn't classy then I certainly don't know what is."
I stand up, still clutching his sheet around me. "How dare you. You can't act the right way even with a road map and instructions, can you? All you have to do is not be a total asshole to the woman you spent last night fucking, but I guess you can't even do that much for me."
"Hey, at least I managed to give you what you needed before you get dressed up to go out with the man you actually want to be seen with.” His teeth are bared in a snarl and his nostrils are flared wide as he spits out the next words at me. “You remember. Because your mother told you to."
"Well now that you mention it, my mother already knows he's coming with me. What do you expect me to do? Just not take him?" I shrug my shoulders at him, even though I can feel my heart pounding all the way in my throat. "Okay, I guess. I mean, why wouldn't I ditch Hesse and take you instead when you're being so fucking charming right now?"
I finally find my underwear, but they're a mess. Everything about this entire event is a mess right now, and I can't get out of here fast enough. I stomp over to the pile of my clothing and awkwardly get dressed underneath the sheet that I'm holding in my teeth.
Abernathy won't even do me the favor of waiting in the other room. He follows me out to the living room and watches, glaring at me, as I struggle with my clothes and his sheet.
"Hope you at least had a good time, Albrecht. I'm sure you'll have an equally good time with Hesse Kotner at the gala too. If you know what I mean." His arms are crossed in front of him, but he's still naked and every bit as hot as he was before he opened his mouth and ruined everything and that makes me even more angry.
Because if he’s going to act like I’m a piece of crap, then he should at least have the decency to be less hot right now.
"Keep it classy, Abernathy." I flip him off and slam the door behind me as I leave.
I manage to hold off on crying until I get to my car, but then I can't seem to stop.
Thomas
Well, that escalated quickly. I could have sworn we were about to have some epic morning sex. Or at least some epic morning cuddling and smooching, followed by some more all night long sex. And instead she drops the bomb on me about having a date with that douchebag Hesse Kotner for the gala.You know, because her mommy wanted her to.
