Page 10 of The Blue Rose
I turn around, “I’m so sorry, Jess, I forgot to introduce you.” I point to her, “Jessica, Aster, Aster, Jessica.”
He looks at her with confusion pinching his eyes. He’s probably confused with why a girl like her would hang out with a girl like me. The way he’s looking at her, is like he's looking through her. Looking back at me with curious eyes, he tilts his head, not giving her the time of day.
I should be upset that he’s ignoring my best friend, but I’m not. She’s the one who always attracts all the attention, while I’m just in the background. For once I feel like the star, the one in the spotlight, so my caring has gone out the window.
Jess scoffs and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to head over to the books. It seems Aster here is very much interested in you. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and for once get your dick wet.” She winks and walks away, leaving us alone and me praying he didn’t hear the end of that.
I love the girl, but she can be a little too forward at times, especially for me, and I honestly hate it.
My phone lights up a minute later. I go to check it, but Aster touches my hand bringing my full attention back to him.
“When you’re with me, I want all of your attention on only me.”
I nod my head aimlessly and put my phone into my bag. He’s demanding, and I usually hate men like that, but with him I find myself wanting to do exactly what he says. If he told me to open up, I’d ask how wide? If he wanted to spit in my mouth, as gross as that is, I’d swallow every drop. He’s like a drill sergeant, a sexy one, and I’m his lieutenant following every order given.
“Good girl,”Oh fuck me, please fuck me.I have been dreaming of a man to say those words to me ever since I started reading romance novels. Those two words have me wanting to drop to my knees right now, just to hear him say them again.
My eyes drop to his crotch, seeing the outline in his jeans of his hard on. Making me smile, knowing the feelings I’m having are the same as his. He speaks, making my eyes snap back up to his.I hope he didn’t see me ogling his dick.“Now, do you want to tell me why you look like you’re trying to forget the world tonight, little lamb?”
That takes me by surprise, we go from flirty, to serious.Talk about whiplash.I did just have that whole fiasco with my dad, but there is no way in hell I want to unravel my burdens on him. The look in his eyes tells me he isn’t taking no for an answer.
I take a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh,“Did I look like I wanted to forget my problems?” I thought I was doing a good job at masking my pain like I usually do, but he saw right through me. The only one who can see through my bullshit is Jessica, no one else has, until him.
His eyes soften, making them look more blue, then green. “You looked like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders tonight, and I would like to help lift some of it. If you’ll let me?”
This man just keeps surprising me. Not only are his tattoos amazing; I definitely want to see the hidden ones. I might even take him up on his offer and let him do one on me. He’s hot, tall, has a way with words, and now considerate. No way he’s real, someone has to be pranking me. I start looking around, trying to see if there are any cameras. Nothing, okay, so I pinch myself next, definitely not dreaming.Where did he come from?
I stare at him, curiosity, and disbelief weighing my mind. “I appreciate that, but I don’t want to bore you with my trivial life problems.” Plus, I don’t want to tell some hot stranger my issues, and scare him away when he actually seems to be interested in me. Maybe he is more interested in getting into my pants? Especially with all the earlier comments, I wouldn’t be surprisedor opposed to. After all this time, I could go find an empty stall in the bathroom and let him have his way with me.
“What if I want to be bothered by them?”
I sit stunned and unsure what to think about him.Should I tell him about my daddy problems or just table it for another night?He’s looking at me with the same face, so I slam down the rest of my drink, take a deep breath, and tell him the events of today.
Fuck it, maybe telling him will help me lift the weights off my shoulders.
He sits back, listening to me ramble on and complain about my father, and he’s so attentive, responding with head nods and small noises to let me know he’s listening, but letting me talk and get it all out. When I’m all done, breathing heavy and taking another sip of my third drink, he finally speaks.
“Thank you for telling me, I don’t blame you for getting out of the car and walking away, I think it was the right decision.” He places his hand under my chin and lifts it up so I’m looking at him, my eyes glassy. “You have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for, it sounds like your father needs to come back begging on his knees for your forgiveness.”
I laugh through the sniffling. “Thanks Aster, that really does mean a lot”
He swipes the tear, that I didn’t even realize had fallen. “Now, don’t you feel better getting that all off of your chest?”
“Yeah, actually, I do. I guess unloading your heart to a stranger really does help.”
He puts his hand on his chest, sitting back as if I hurt him. “Serena, I thought we were friends, not strangers, especially after such a deep conversation,” he jokes.
I laugh a little, “Well, it takes a little longer than that, to reach friend status. I say you’re getting close to acquaintance status. Maybe a few more dates and you can call yourself a friend.”
He smirks, “Oh is this a date? I thought this was just two strangers getting to know each other and having a drink. One telling the other about the horrible day she was having.”
“Well, I didn’t necessarily mean it was a date. Shit! Sorry, I meant like-”
He grabs my hand, and I feel a stronger shock throughout my whole body that surprises us both. Our hands shoot back, both of us startled from the power behind it. He stares at me with curious eyes, bringing his hand back to lay back on mine. “Relax, Serena, I was just fucking with you, but if you wanted to go on a date all you had to do was ask.”
“Shit, yeah. I mean do you want to go on a date with me?” I lean forward, eager for his answer. Getting butterflies from the rubbing of his thumb on my hand.
He leans in so close I can smell the sandalwood on his skin, and mint on his breath. He’s inches from my lips, my body alighting at his nearness.Is he actually going to kiss me this time?He whispers, “I would love to go on a date with you.”
