Page 13 of Hardcore Vanilla
Number two had been an absolute hell to the no.
‘Drama queen’ didn't even begin to cover it. And not in the fun drama queen kind of way that Sharon lived her life, but an actual drama queen who was sure the entire world was against her. Sharon appreciated a person's need for attention, she even appreciated that sometimes negative attention could be more satisfying than positive attention, but she couldn't have a roommate who thrived on being miserable.
Nope. Debbie downers not allowed. Just drinking one coffee with the woman had been enough to make Sharon feel drained.
Fortunately, Grumpy Captain America had come to the rescue when he decided to be Flirty Captain America via text message, so her day was starting to look up a bit.
As if on cue, her phone buzzed.
Jake: Wear it with black strappy shoes and stockings and garters.
She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at the order - because it was definitely phrased as an order and not a request. Which, of course, got her engine going. There was a reason she kept going back to Stronghold even though she hadn't found a Dom that she meshed with yet.
A little smile played on her lips as her fingers swiped over the phone screen.
Sharon: Bossy. I thought you weren't a Dom =P
That was one of Jake's big things. He hung out at Stronghold, he watched scenes at Stronghold, and she now knew he was pretty bossy in the bedroom, but he was also adamant that he wasn't into BDSM. Why he was such a stickler on that point she had no idea, but he was.
Her phone buzzed again.
Jake: I'm not. I just know what I like.
Sharon: Well I guess we'll find out whether or not I'm a good girl or a bad girl tonight ;)
Smirking, she dropped her phone back into her purse and drank the last dregs of her coffee. She needed to get back to work.
Unsurprisingly, Jake didn't text again. No threats about what he would do if she was a bad girl... or what rewards he would give her for being a good one. None of the responses she would expect if he were a Dom. She didn't know if that was disappointing or refreshing.
Then again, it wasn't like they were trying to build a real relationship here.
Fuck buddies. It was going to be a little weird being fuck buddies with someone she hung out with on occasion, but it wasn't like they hung out to see each other. They were just hanging out with mutual friends.
Which was also why she wasn't going to invite him to her cousin's wedding, like Andrew had suggested. It would just be too weird.
As she walked up the street, Sharon mused which would be harder... finding a roommate or finding a date for the wedding.
******
Hello, beautiful.
She'd worn the shoes. They went really nicely with the very short, very tight, very low-cut, very red dress she was wearing. Jake grinned as he stepped back, opening the door wider so she could saunter into his apartment. She was eyeballing him as well.
Unlike her, he hadn't dressed up. He was comfortably dressed in his favorite pair of jeans, which were well-worn to the point of being soft and hung low on his hips. He'd been told by more than one woman that they looked hot on him.
"Really?" Sharon asked, her dark eyes lingering on his chest even as she shook her head at him. "I got all dressed up and you're not even half dressed."
Grinning, he ran his hand down his front, right where she was looking. "I'm pretty sure you like looking at me half-dressed. I know I like looking at you all dressed up like that."
Her black hair was like an ebony cloud around her shoulders, brushing over her bare skin. The way she was standing, one hip popped, her legs slightly spread apart, was both confrontational and sexy. Her purse hung down by her side, her other hand on her hip as she pursed bright red lips at him. The color matched her dress.
Jake couldn't wait to find out if she was wearing matching panties... Or, better yet, no panties at all.
"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Not why I'm here, Jakie-poo."
Immediately he scowled. "Don't call me that."
