Charity's Warrior (8 page)

He came back to the bed, back to my side, and said, "I do still plan on taking you to dinner, but before we get ready, you have to tell me about the job. I'm too excited to wait. What did Lena say?"

"Well first off, let me tell you I know she saved your ass and that's how you two met," I teased.

"That's not even true," he said, choking through more laughter. "I totally saved her ass."

"Yeah," I said smartly, "she said you'd say that, and not to listen to you."

"Wow, trapped me before I had a chance." He laughed harder.

"Seriously, it went great," I continued. "As soon as we discussed my past experiences, and she knew I had run companies and managed people, budgets, and had even done my own advertising, the interview was basically over. From then on, Lena was telling me what I was going to be doing there, and getting me ready. It felt more like orientation than an interview. I met my boss, saw where I'll be sitting—even got my security access."

Justin was listening intently. "You're a warrior, I told you."

He’s so fucking wonderful!

I smile at his compliment. "Lena gave me the quick version of what the company does, basically big brother for companies with security concerns, both external and internal. They monitor access from the firewall down to file level and computer monitoring, and they also watch for staff's web accesses, personal use of equipment, and provide theft protection on mobile equipment."

He smiled at me and rubbed my leg. "That's all I know about them as well. You said you'll be working for the Sales and Marketing team?"

I nodded.

"I think it's more sales than marketing," he said. "The only people who seemed to know who they are, are the big companies that need them. But according to Lena, they are much bigger, financially, than we can imagine. She told me once to pick a number I thought was their yearly revenue, then she said to double it, and then told me I was probably still off by half."

"Wow." I was a bit stunned. "I thought they were just a small, privately held company."

"They are—they're just not
financially
small," he replied.

I'd like to say that we are so comfortable together that we both seemed to forget that we were naked, but that's not true. My eyes were consuming him the entire time, taking in every moment in case it was the only one I will ever have with him. I never once forgot about the hot places our skin was touching, that his cock is laying there as the centerpiece of his incredible display of muscle and sexuality, or that he was looking at me the same way.

God damn, there are even muscles between his ribs!

We talk for a few more minutes, before Justin asks me if I am hungry.

"Starving," I answer.

He jumped up and told me to stay there while he got my clothes. Who the hell
is
this guy?
I do deserve this!
While he was gone, I relish in the pride of my newly found bravery. I wanted him, had him, and relaxed naked in the afterglow with him, except for my shoes, of course.

Okay, now that I am thinking about it, I am starting to feel a little silly and embarrassed. I feel like a porn star after the director yells cut. Scene over. You're no longer a sexual vixen; you're just a naked tart—in heels!

Justin to the rescue
again
as he steps in with all my clothes draped over his arm, suddenly stopping and staring at me. "Christ!" he breathes. "You are so unbelievably beautiful. My eyes just can't get enough."

Okay, I'm back to vixen porn star!

He hands me my things. "Go use the bathroom first," he offers. "Towels are right in the cabinet. You can use the shower or whatever you're comfortable with. I'll get ready after."

No, really, who the fuck is this guy and why aren’t they all like him?

There was no way I was taking a shower, not without any of my things here, but I had a hard time imagining myself hiking my ass up to his stink. Maybe it was a little too late, but if we were going to do the
date
thing for dinner, I want to be a little cleaner than I feel right now. I checked, and his shower head was on a hose.

Perfect! I showered from the waist down.

I came out of the bathroom fully dressed, and Justin eyed me up and down. "You look
too
good," he said, smiling. "I feel like I need to start over again."

Okay, for the record, I am NOT against that!

I ogle him as he walks toward the bathroom. "Hurry up, I'm hungry," I teased, feeling my heart thump.

While he is in there, I remind myself of what Tricia had told me. Justin was a great guy, but not a long term one.
Just enjoy the moments.
He wasn't long getting ready, and we headed out as soon as he was done.

We were in the elevator when Justin turns to me and asks, "So, how much longer do you have in the hotel? Are you looking for a place yet?"

"Well, now that I have a light at the end of the tunnel, I can go for a few more weeks while I start looking. The sooner I can find a place the better."

Justin started, "If you need help—"

"Don't even tell me you can help with that, too," I snarled, cutting him off nearly mid-word.

He laughed again. "There's an apartment open in this building, and since I live here, and did the research before I moved in, I know it's one of the best rents in the city. And you've already seen a model," he joked.

"Are you shitting me?" I asked as the elevator doors opened and we crossed the large lobby.

"No," he said, “I’m dead serious. The manager has been telling all the tenets, asking if they knew anyone interested before they advertise it."

I shrugged. "Might not be such a great idea being in the same building, we could wind up being enemies. We could end up stuck having to face each other and regretting it."

"It's possible, I can't deny that, but I really can't think of a scenario where we would end up enemies, and this is a pretty big building. Chances are we would rarely see each other if we weren't friends. There are people in the building that I've never seen before." Justin stopped for a moment to hail a cab. "You're call," he said as the taxi came to a stop in front of us, "I'm just suggesting you consider it and compare the price."

It is a great building, and it is in lower Manhattan, where I'll be working. I'd be an ass not to at least think about it.

"I'll consider it," I said, dropping into the back seat and sliding over for him to get in.

He smiled and took out his phone. "127 Mulberry, Casa Bella," he ordered the driver.

He punched his phone a bit with his thumbs and my text notification went off. "That's the building management office," he said. "They'll be in Monday. I'll call them for you since you might be busy on your first day. I can get you some numbers and let them know not to advertise just yet—otherwise you'll miss it. This apartment is gone as soon as people find out about it.

"Thank you," I said, "for saving me again."

"It's just been good timing. You were looking for work when my friend was looking to hire, and you need an apartment when my building has an opening. Good timing," he insisted.

"And at the bar, what about that?" I asked, smiling.

"Compulsion to do the right thing," he answered, refusing to admit conversational defeat. "Women should never be treated like that, especially not blazing hot warriors."

"Well," I said, "you threw a compliment in there, so I guess I can't argue."

His laughter fills the cab, and I love hearing it. It makes me laugh, with him—hard.
Too hard
. And of course, out came my hideous little snort. I cringe and wait for him to comment on it, but he doesn't, doesn't even seem to notice it. We made jokes and conversation all the way to the restaurant.

Casa Bella was my first trip into Little Italy. The moment I'd heard him say Mulberry Street to the taxi driver, I was excited, my mouth watering. It did not disappoint with its stucco walls and wooden chairs, Italian paintings hanging everywhere. We finished off a bottle of vino and are well into our second. The breads were amazing, barely outdone by the muscles and pasta we had devoured before Justin insisted on their layer cake for dessert.

The way he smiled at me all night was lifting me so high I was nervous about coming down. This was why there is a long wake of devastated girls behind him, and I'm honestly not sure how aware of it he is. I feel special with him. I keep wondering if maybe he has never looked at anyone like this, that this is for me only, and I know not to let that happen. There was coffee in front of me, but also the last gulp of wine in my glass. Justin made me laugh again, and I got lost in his eyes—I gulped the wine.

Little Italy was everything I'd dreamed an Italian meal in New York could be, and I prepared myself, since I was becoming a New Yorker, that eventually I might be so jaded that it would not seem so spectacular, but for now it was wonderful.

We hop into another cab and have the driver aimed at my hotel. I am secretly a little disappointed, not wanting the night to end, but as we sit next to each other, I realize our night isn't ending, hardly. Earlier we had been impatient, our lust exploding from the pressure. We had quenched our thirst, but we hadn't extinguished our desire, not in the least.

Our legs are touching in the middle of the seat, and Justin placed his hand very high up on my thigh. I'm not even sure that area qualifies as part of the thigh, and he leans over to me and begins kissing my neck. I want to play too, but I'm not about to be shy, so I put my hand right on his cock and squeezed it, feeling it growing through his jeans. He moves his hands up between my legs, using his finger to press on my clit. I rub my thumb right where I know the head of his cock is as he slides his tongue into my mouth. We kiss all the way to my hotel and practically jerked each other off as we ignore the driver.

I try to pay for the cab when we get there, but Justin wasn't having that. Our mouths found each other’s again in the elevator until the doors opened and we were in the hall. The swipe key was ready in my hand and we were alone in my room in minutes.

As the door shuts, I pull Justin's move, slamming him up against the wall and pinning his hands back. It was more gesture than strength, we both know that, but he complies. The bulge in his pants was huge, and I went right at it, whipping his belt open, undoing the button, ripping at the zipper until his cock was free.

He was just as hard as earlier, an almost purple hint at its top. I put my tongue on his balls and slowly ran it up the entire length of him and when I got to the top I swallowed it. I wanted to hear his growl again, and I got it. As hard as I could, I began sucking him, imagining I was going to suck the cum out of him before he was even ready, all while I was looking up at him, letting him watch his hardness riding in and out of my face and my fingers played and tickled the place just behind his balls.

"Oh my God," he breathed, "that's incredible!"

I couldn't stop my proud smile, so while my lips parted, releasing the pressure on him, I flicked my tongue around his cocks slit, almost trying to go in it. He growled again and tries to push himself off the wall, but I push him back. Justin was stunned. I went back to making him watch, enjoying the taste of him, loving the control. His breathing started to get louder, and I felt his cock swelling slightly to an even more impressive size, preparing to climax.

"Enough," he demanded, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me away, pulling my mouth off him. He didn't help me up, though; instead he twists me down to the floor, turning me so that my ass is facing him.

There was nothing nice in the way he forced my dress up, or how he grabbed my V-string down to my knees. He was being an animal, and I felt myself practically gushing between my legs. I'd never been taken like this before, not painful at all, but forceful. I ache for him to enter me.

Fingers dove into me as soon he dropped to his knees behind me. They were not slow this time, curling in rapid hooks that torture my G-spot, pulling my wetness out with them. The thumb of his other hand, strums my swollen clit, holding open the tender folds, exposing the sensitive tip to the pad of his finger.