Page 19 of Oh Boy!
Nathan
And just like that, my dirty mind conjures the perfect visual: me fisting her blonde hair, her taking me to the back of her throat, us having a fucking great time as a prelude to more.
My hungry cock gets the message and twitches, straining against the zipper of my black jeans. It requests to be set free ASAP. I inwardly curse Virgil for spoiling my fun by causing me to rush out on the athletic woman I was having marathon sex with only to find out he was running late.
My brows knit as I try to make sense of our short exchange. “I’m confused, and it’s not a feeling that I particularly enjoy.” I mess up my trademark perfectly styled hair while she openly ogles me. Rupert insisted that she see me again. WTF? “Listen, I’m not sure what’s going on between you and Rupert. Truth is, I wish it weren’t my business, but I like you. I like you a lot. A lot more than I should like a friend. But you see, sharing isn’t my thing, so I’m going to have to step back from this.”
I hear someone call my name from behind me. Grumbling my irritation, I tilt my head in the direction of the voice and shake my head at Mr. Van Dyke, the gallery owner. Now is not the time. He can wait for a bit; my art speaks for itself. My attention returns to Sally. “As I was saying, yeah… I should step back and leave you two be. Whether you guys are in an open relationship and that’s why he dragged you here, to see me, shouldn’t matter. I’m a selfish bastard and won’t settle. Now that I think about it, I can’t be your friend because I want more.” I don’t dare get any closer, since the urge to steal her mouth is overwhelming. “So much more, Sally. As much as I like Rupert, I’m not ready to be part of your sandwich or whatever it is you have in mind. It was a pleasure meeting you, Sally Mitchell, and thank you for coming. Say bye to your boyfriend for me. I wish you a good life.” I back away, incapable of turning away from her just yet.
“Rupert’s not my boyfriend,” she claims in a low voice. Once she drops the bomb, her entire demeanor changes. Standing straighter, she regains her composure as her blue eyes challenge me. My jaw drops. I demand clarification, and she promises to provide it soon, but not here. She’s right; this isn’t the right venue. However,soonis too late. I can’t wrap my head around what she’s insinuating. “I’m ready.” She rolls her shoulders, which makes her hair bounce in the most sensual way. “Meet me at the closest Starbucks. Go left when you exit the gallery. It’s only a block away.”
As tempted as I am to inform the owner that I’m on a break and follow her, I refrain. First, she might prefer to walk there on her own to avoid the potential awkward silence. Second, Virgil would bitch if I ditched him, although I’m sure that they’d be fine without me… but the thought of being unprofessional doesn’t sit well with me. I make it there over an hour later, half-relieved to see that she’s still here, half-annoyed that it took me so long.
“Sorry it took me so long.” I drop onto the beat-up tan couch opposite Sally’s club armchair, grateful that the gallery crowd evaporated in relatively short order and dished out money for my art! “Thank you for your patience.” She wrenches her eyes away from her phone at the sound of my voice, a wide smile lighting up her gorgeous face. My smile is apologetic; should I scold myself for the pussy-whipped man that I become around her? With a short nod, she acknowledges my presence as if approving of my decision to keep her company. I shrug out of my blazer, folding it neatly next to me, then bend at the waist to deposit my tall coffee on the low round table. Once I’m settled, I carefully remove the lid to allow the beverage to cool off. I watch the steam, registering that I usually don’t drink coffee this late. “Whatcha having?” I jut my chin at her drink and notice the name on her cup. “Barbie, huh?”
A knowing smirk crosses her face. “Chai.” This one insignificant word opens the floodgates, and she explains everything. Her fake relationship with her closeted celebrity best friend, which she describes as the perfect deal for both of them. Her aversion to being intoxicated, which got her into trouble once, although she doesn’t care to elaborate and prying would be stupid. Her irritation towards me for igniting something buried deep inside, something that she fought as hard as she could. To no avail. “You should know that you come across as self-absorbed and self-important.”
A roar of laughter escapes my lips right after I gulp the last drop of coffee; I didn’t dare interrupt her confession, so I listened and drank. “Why, thank you… but I think your forgot self-righteous,” I tease, my hand splayed over my racing heart. “It’s refreshing to see that someone finally saw through me!”
With that Sally rounds the small table, her shoulder bumping my mine as she reaches my side. I slide to the corner of the couch and snatch her wrist playfully, grasping too late that the same action made her cringe earlier. Only this time, she lets go of her fear and crashes next to me with a smirk. I love this side of her.
“You are utterly infuriating, Nathan Price.”
My thumb caresses the inside of her wrist. “Why, thank you… again!” I wink at her, and her pupils dilate with need within seconds. The woman has the ability to flip between hot and cold in no time.
She scoots closer, avoiding my gaze by following the imaginary patterns that her fingers trace on my jeans. Her delicate perfume permeates my mind, body, and soul. Does she realize how horny she’s making me? How addictive she is? How badly I want her? But part of me knows better. If I act on my desire, she’ll flee; I can’t allow that. So, I make small talk about the opening. The more that I talk, the more that she angles her body towards me.
And just like that, she startles me yet again by straddling me in a swift move, cupping the back of my head and crashing her eager mouth against mine.
At last.
