Page 17 of Screwed
He lets out a ragged breath. “I buy out businesses and sell them,” he says with absolutely no emotion.
“Like businesses that are bankrupt?” I push.
“Some are, some aren’t. If I can make money, I will.” This is so interesting to me, until he continues. “I put a lot of people out of work. I’m not someone they like to see coming.”
“So it doesn’t bother you that you are ultimately stealing people’s jobs?” I ask.
He blows out a breath and turns his hardened gaze toward me. “Jana, listen to me carefully. I’m not a nice guy. I don’t give a shit who I step on, who I hurt or what happens. The only person that matters to me, is me. This thing we have going, it’s fantasy and you are trying to make it real. It’s not fucking real, it won’t be fucking real. Now, get the hell out of my bedroom,” he snaps.
More hurt than I should be, I nod my head and walk out. Once I climb into bed, I feel a tear run down my cheek and I push it away. He’s such a fucking prick, yet I can’t help but think there is more to him. Like he is hiding behind his asshole ways. He sat with me and watched a movie, and he did that because I was upset. It wasn’t to play out a fantasy, it was to comfort me.
I close my eyes and can’t get the image of his cold, hard blues out of my head.
**
The next day I don’t see Shawn at all. When I woke up, he was gone. When I got home, he was still gone. I don’t even have his damn cell phone number to check and see if he’s alright. It’s frustrating and sad that he feels the need to hide, just because I want to get to know him.
When I get home the following day, Shawn sits in the kitchen. I don’t know what to say, so I just go into my room to change out of my scrubs. As I pull my top off, my door pushes open.
“What?” I ask, not bothering to turn around.
“We have plans tonight,” he says.
I spin around in just my bra and scrub bottoms and raise a brow. “I’m sorry are you asking me or telling me?”
“I don’t ask for anything, Jana, you should know this. We are going out to dinner and after we are going to come back here and fulfil a fantasy.” He goes to walk out, but stops in the doorway. “It’s an expensive restaurant, so wear a dress,” he says, closing the door behind him.
It’s fucked up, I know it is, but I can’t help but be turned on when he is so demanding. I go through the clothes I brought with me and I realize I have nothing nice to wear. I decide that I need to visit my mom’s closet, I’m sure she has something that will look good on me.
Shawn opens his door, as I open mine. He doesn’t say anything, just lets his eyes run all over my tits. “I need to borrow a dress from my mom,” I say.
“I guess formal wear wasn’t necessary for your vacation, huh?” he jokes, with a small grin.
“For someone who says he finds little humor in things, you always seem to,” I say with a smile and walk away.
After finding the perfect dress, I go back into my room and get ready. Taking extra time to do my hair and makeup. I pull out my black lace bra and panties, sliding them on, before stepping into the red, silk dress I borrowed. It clings to my body, showing off all my curves. Grabbing my black heels, I walk out into the living room.
Shawn turns when he hears me coming and a slow grin spreads on his face. He releases a deep, gravelly growl as I draw near. I can feel his eyes roaming all over my body, landing on my tits that are showing a good amount of cleavage. He looks sexy as fuck in his expensive suit, with one hand in his pocket.
He uses the other hand to push through his soft, brown hair. “You look stunning, Jana,” he says, locking his eyes with mine. It’s an intimate moment, which I’ve noticed he lets happen every so often.
Smiling, I sit down on the couch. “So do you.” I drop my heels on the couch and cross my legs, as I get ready to slide them on.
“Let me help you,” he says, dropping to his knees in front of me. Slowly he pushes the dress up my legs, letting his hands glide across my skin. Grabbing one of my shoes, he pushes it onto my foot and motions for the next. Repeating his actions, he gets my other shoe on. He doesn’t get up though, his hands travel up the rest of the way, resting on my bare thighs. “This almost makes me want to skip dinner and take you straight to my bed.”
The more he touches me, the more turned on I’m getting. “I’m not that hungry,” I breathe out.
Bending forward, he places soft kisses on the inside of my thighs, causing my legs to open wider. “Funny, I’m starving,” he says, in his deep, sexy voice. He continues kissing my thighs until he reaches my panties. I can feel them getting wet and I’m silently begging for his mouth to make contact. Lifting his eyes, he meets mine. “This pussy needs attention.” Sitting back, he pulls my dress down, and grins. “After dinner.”
My eyes close as sexual frustration grabs ahold of me. “I hate when you tease me like this,” I say.
Helping me stand, he pulls me against him, resting his hands on my ass. “Sweetheart, this is part of the fun and it’s only the beginning.”
**
We’ve been at dinner for almost three hours. I’d never heard of this restaurant before now, but he’s right it’s expensive. This will probably be the one and only time I’m here, so I’ve been enjoying everything about it. From the expensive linens to the crystal glasses, it’s beautiful. And the food, my God is amazing.
Shawn and I have been having a great time. He’s been relaxed and can’t seem to keep his hands off me. Which is a bit strange, considering he doesn’t like to touch me when anyone is looking. He’s even kissed me briefly, causing butterflies to takeover my stomach. We’ve talked quite a bit tonight, as long as I don’t get too personal with him. He keeps the chatter to superficial things, and I try to act like it doesn’t bother me. Because, this is all about fantasies and I need to keep remembering that.
