Fighting Temptation (Bay State Series Book 1) (4 page)

Honestly I could take him with a side of whip cream with a cherry on top. Hopefully we can act like responsible, professional adults.

“You too, have a good night.”

desire

When I got home from our meeting I was  feeling somewhat relieved. Not sure why. I got to see the object of my recent fantasies but couldn't act on my attraction for her. Sure I flirted a bit, nothing too extreme. That will come with time. I guess knowing I'll be seeing a lot more of her sated me somehow. So when Brent called me later that night to invite me to the club again, I was all for it.

Walking into the club I spot the guys in the back corner booth waving me over.

“Hey what's up fuckers? Long time no see.”

“Yeah you would think some of us we're sick of seeing your ugly face.” One of my guys Frank from IT says.

“Haha very funny, don't forget who signs your paycheck.”

“Hey Braydon, that little hottie in the green is staring at you. Isn't that the chick you said cornered you at the door the last time we were here? You should probably see if you can take her home tonight. We all know you could use it. You've been a real dick lately.” That earned Brent a punch in the arm, and they all bust out laughing.

“Yeah, what's been bothering you? You sure as hell haven't been your self.” I look at Frank to answer him, when his brother George adds, “You need to get laid man. If you don't want the red head though I'll take her.” 

    “Works just gonna be different come Monday and I think it's messing with me a little bit. I don't like change all that much. I'm sure after a couple of weeks I'll be back to normal.” I grasp for an easy excuse and look up to the stage where the hottie in question is spread around the pole half naked with her nipple rings twinkling in the lights, her eyes instantly connect with mine and she licks her lips as she squats down to the ground, then sashays back up.

     Looking back to my friends I just relax as I listen in on their conversation about the upcoming Patriots game against the Bills. We all have tickets to the game, and they're finalizing plans for the day.

Just as I start to say something, I feel a hand brush against my upper back. As I turn, I find my self staring into some impressive cleavage, which is peaking out of an ivy covered barely there bra. I look up to meet the steamy jade eyes of the red head.

She wasn't wearing that top a few minutes ago. They must have to be somewhat dressed to come onto the floor. “Hello again sexy. How about we go out back for that private dance now?” All of the guys are looking at me with raised eyebrows and shit eating grins. Oh what the hell? Might as well try and enjoy myself.

“Sure lead the way.” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, for their sake.

“Follow me hot stuff.” As I'm following her to a room in the opposite corner of the club she turns around and sticks a couple fingers in her mouth and sucks for a few seconds before removing them with a loud pop. I have to admit it's one hot move, but one I'd much rather have someone else doing for my benefit.

Damn it, can I just forget about her for one night?

She directs me to take a seat in the middle of the mirrored room. She closes and locks the door with a click and heads for the stereo on the wall. Once she starts the music she starts moving towards me swaying her hips back and forth.

“I hope you like Bump and Grind, cuz that's what your gonna get.” Couldn't she have picked a more original song?

She starts to to rub her tits and move her hands south all the way to her ankles, bending her body in half and turning around before making her way back up. Conveniently sticking her skirt covered ass in my face and shaking it for me. Looking over her shoulder at me she licks her lips with a wink. When she makes it to her waist she sticks her thumbs in her waistband of her skirt and starts to shimmy out of it, rotating her hips and circling around to end with her tits in my face. As she's shaking those perky tits for me she reaches back and releases her bra, freeing them. She leans back and puts one foot up on my knee, then comes back in and puts her tits just inches from my face. I can't help but think if this was a certain someone else, I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

Seriously, I don't understand how I can have one naked woman grinding all over me and still be thinking of another one. I would be all over Ilyanna. Hands, lips, tongue, like a starving man. But with this nameless chick, I have absolutely no hunger to. She takes her foot off of my leg and turns to sit down on my lap, grinding her ass against my crotch. I'm positive she can feel, or I should say not feel the effect she's not having on me. It's like Ilyanna has ruined me for all other woman and I haven't even slept with her yet.

Yet?

    Whoa, I'm getting way ahead of  myself here.

Still grinding on me while I have this silent internal struggle, she stands, turns around, spreads my legs and gyrates down to the ground in between them, coming back up slowly she rubs herself against the length of my front.

  When the song mercifully finishes she gets dressed. I grab for my wallet but she stops me. “First ones on me, you can come back anytime.” She winks at me and leaves the room without another word. She had to have realized that she had no affect on me. Either that or she thinks I have a small dick.

I laugh to myself. That is so not the case. I think there maybe only one person my cock will get hard for. This is so not good.

When I get back to the table, the guys are still talking about the Pats game on Sunday. “So does she look as good naked as she does with clothes on?” Brent laughs.

“Yeah she's definitely hot, guess I just don't have a thing for red heads.”

George gives me a strange look. “Are you telling me you weren't affected by that? Shit! If she would've taken it off for me I'd be hard for a week.”

“Well then you have her next time, there won't be a repeat for me.” I shrug. “Anyway, where are we meeting up before the game?”

   And just like that the subject's change. Thank God. I'm sure they all think something's seriously wrong with me. I'm usually the first one pointing out the hot pieces of ass.

Like I could give a flying fuck.

After finalizing the plans for the day, Frank and George are about to call it a night. I take a quick look around the club and the red head as I still have to call her because she never gave me a name is nowhere in sight.  “I think I'm heading out too guys. Gonna go see my dad for a bit tomorrow and that's a bitch of a ride. See you Sunday, I'll be wearing number twelve.” Of course we laugh at that, we all wear our Brady jerseys to every game.

As I head for the door I spot a hostess, pull out my wallet and hand her a fifty. “Can you give this to the red head that was wearing the poison ivy outfit, I didn't get a chance to give her a tip before she took off.”

“No problem, you must mean Desire. She just left a little while ago. Have a good night sir, see you next time.”

If there's gonna be a next time.......

                                *****

The next afternoon I was heading up to Maine to spend some time with my parents. My dad came home from the hospital this morning. Everything looked normal, so they felt no need to keep him any longer. I lost my favorite rock station shortly after crossing the border into New Hampshire so I plugged in my Ipod and got lost in some Slip Knot, Korn, and Five Finger Death Punch. My favorite music to get lost in when I'm pissed off.

My mom caught me up to speed with everything the doctors said while my dad tried to listen in but kept nodding off. “Your dad's been really tired today.” She tells me when he finally gives in and falls asleep in his recliner.

  “He gave us quite a scare didn't he? I was so scared I wasn't gonna make it here in time to see him.”

    “Your dad's a strong man, I don't think he's ready to leave us yet.”

    “I know he's strong, but I don't think most people are ever really ready to leave. If I ever find the right woman I want you both there to give you grandbabies and share in all of our memories. Mom? How do you know if you've found the one?”

“Where is this coming from? Not that I wouldn't be thrilled. You just seemed so set to never let yourself go there after Heather.”

“I think what I maybe starting to feel for this woman is so much more than I ever thought I had with Heather. The only problem is, I don't even know her. Not really, we've spoken on the phone maybe twice, exchanged a few texts and met in person once. And there're other complications.”

    “You know what I say, if something is meant to be it will work itself out,” She says smiling. “So tell me all about her and these complications you think you have.”

“Remember my friend John from college?” She just nods and motions for me to continue.

“She's his fiancé's best friend and he asked me to hire her as a favor so she could move here from Tennessee with them. I agreed right away but wanted to go through the motions. I had her send a resume, and once I saw her name, I had to see her. Her name is very unique, I had to put a face to it. Once I looked at her picture it's like something clicked and if that wasn't bad enough, once I heard her voice I was done for. I rearranged some of my staff to make her my assistant before even meeting her. I don't regret doing it, I just regret my iron clad rule of not mixing business with pleasure.” She sits  and listens patiently to my speech, absorbing every last word. I know her well, if she has something to say she will. But she'll let me get everything out first. “Mom, when I saw her I knew I was a goner. I just don't know what to do, I can't stop thinking about her. All day and night she's in my head.

Sensing I'm done she takes a deep breath. “Braydon I hope we raised you well enough to know that nothing will get in the way of true love.” I started to speak and she shut me down with her palm in my face.

Love? I didn't say anything about love. Maybe I was thinking about lust but not love. Shit! I just don't know anymore. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Now I know it's not love yet, that takes time. But are you willing to lose her if you don't take a chance on this? Rules are rules, but they're your own. Meant to be broken when you see fit.”

“Thanks, I'll think about what you said. It's driving me crazy. She starts Monday and I don't know how I'm going to act around her. I don't want to chase her away by trying to be too cold, but at the same time I don't want to do the same thing by coming on too strong.”

“I have faith that you'll figure it out. You're a very intelligent man.”

                                *****

“Fuck yeah, touch down!” We all high five, whoop and holler. The Patriots are up by ten at the end of the half.

We're heading to the concessions to grab some more beers and take a piss break when Brent breaks through the noise of the crowds of people around us, all having the same idea. “So that chick really didn't do nothing for you? Really? Seriously?” Why can't he just leave it the fuck alone? He's been going on about it all morning. Actually they all have, it's not like I'm gonna get a hard on from everything with tit's, a pussy and an ass.

“No dumb ass! What made you think I was gonna change my mind from the first fifty fucking times you asked me?” I know they're trying to piss me off. It's working so well, one of them might end up with a black eye.

“Okay, okay, let's talk about something else. I think the fact that he can't get it up's pissing him off.” This time it's Frank. He's cracking up laughing. I'm gonna crack his fucking skull in a minute.

“Watch it fuck face, I'm not in the mood. I got it up plenty for your sister last night.” This sends Brent into hysterics, George not so much. She's his sister too.

Frank shoves me, getting in my face. “That's not funny asshole. That's my baby sister your talking about. Leave Tanya out of this. I know your full of shit anyway, she's away at school.”

“Then fucking drop the red head okay? I'm not attracted to her, get over it!” I know my face is bright red, I'm fucking pissed. I shouldn't have to defend myself to them. We've all been like brothers since school, with the exception of Brent, who joined us earlier this year after graduating college. At twenty three he's the youngest in our circle of friends. He's had no problem fitting in. I know they're just fucking with me. Usually this shit has no affect on me. Just another reason why I'm certain I've gone crazy. I need to bang my new assistant and get it over with before I lose my damn mind.

“Are we gonna stand here like a bunch of bitches in a cat fight, or go back to our seats for the second half?” We follow Brent back to the stands, pushing through the throng of drunk and disorderly fans at the end of our row. Thankfully we're far enough away from them that they don't ruin the game for us.

I'm uncharacteristically quite the rest of the game, I can hear them talking behind the noise of the crowd. No doubt about me, they're worried. Can't say I blame them, I'm worried about me too.

                                 *****

Before going to bed, I pour myself a jack and coke, crank AAF on the stereo in the living room, plop my ass on the couch and think about what my mother said.

Could she be the one?

     Is that why I've been acting like this?

I down my drink and get ready to take a shower, leaving the music on that's wired to every room to try and calm my frazzled nerves. As soon as I step into the shower Disturbed comes on. Yeah, I'm down with the sickness alright. Followed by ADIDAS by Korn, fucking story of my life.