Naked Truth (8 page)

“Watch and learn, Tiger.”

He places his little yellow ball a little off center then steps up.  After he takes a few practice swings, he lightly taps the ball and I watch as it glides toward me at the perfect speed, at the perfect angle, to reach it’s destination in a…

“Hole in one, baby!” he hoots and hollers, jumping up and down like a kid.  He raises the child-sized golf club over his head shouting, “Victory! Phil takes it for the win!”

I try to hold my smile, but I just can’t. He is absolutely, breathtakingly perfect, and I want to keep him forever.

“How old are you, 15?” I ask playfully, my hands on my hips.

He stops jumping and looks at me, confused by my question.

“28, why?” he answers.

“You’ve had 28 years to get over yourself, acting all crazy like that,” I tease, rolling my eyes.

Jordan drops his club rather ungracefully then begins to stalk his way toward me, stomping through the fake green grass.  He has a look on his face; I can’t place it.  I think he is pissed. He had to know that I was just kidding, right?

As he gets closer, I begin to get really nervous, so I start stepping backward, retreating for safety.  But he is much bigger and his legs eat the ground quickly.  I keep backing away until I bump into the freaking windmill at the end of the 18
th
hole. Within seconds, he is right up on me.

Our bodies are so close; you couldn’t pass a string between us. He smells so delicious, my brain starts going haywire.  I can’t speak. I can’t think.  I have to keep reminding myself to breathe.

His hands are still by his sides, and he’s not making any moves, which is good because it gives me a chance to regroup.  Feeling the heat radiate from his body is making mine tingle. My brain starts flashing pictures at me. Pictures I have only had the pleasure of dreaming about - his broad shoulders, his ripped abs, his tight ass.  I clench my thighs together.

I begin to raise my hands toward his chest in hopes to cop a feel, but before I get the chance, he catches my wrists and brings them above my head.  My eyes snap to his and there is no anger there, he doesn’t want to hurt me.  What I do see is heat and lust and that freaks me out for a whole other reason.  I’m about a hundred percent sure that I couldn’t ever satisfy a man this sexy.

Before I get a chance to completely chastise myself, Jordan bends down and lowers his head toward mine. Slowly, he begins rubbing his cheek against mine, and then moves toward my ear. He sucks lightly on the lobe and my breath hitches.  I feel my panties beginning to soak and am a little embarrassed by how turned on I am by such a small thing.  I really don’t think there is anything he can do or say right now that could be any more intimate.

He pulls away from my ear slightly. Then in the raspiest, sexiest, dirtiest whisper, he makes a liar out of me. “Oh, I can get over myself. But it would take me another 28 years to get over you.”

-7-

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell her. We were having so much fun and she was so relaxed.  But I am going to take her to lunch next week and do it for sure.  No doubt about it. Meanwhile, we continue to text, chat, and face time throughout the week. But tomorrow is Wednesday, Violetday, and I want to take her to lunch.  Not only to tell her about Susie and her manipulative ways, but also to ask her something important.

I shoot off a text to check if she can get out for lunch tomorrow.

Pike: It must suck

She answers almost instantly.

Violet: What?

Pike: Missing me so much

Violet: LOL. OMG you are such a goober

Pike: So what you are saying is you would like my nuts dipped in chocolate?

Damn, I am funny!

Violet: Jordan!

Pike: nom nom nom

It takes her longer to answer this time and I start to sweat a little. Shit, I hope that wasn’t too much. 

Violet: You are out of control

Pike: You love it

Violet: I do

Thank fucking Christ.

Pike: Can I take you to lunch tomorrow?

Violet: Sure! But I only get an hour

Pike: I only need 5 minutes! BAM!

Violet: Not something you want to admit to too many ladies

She’s so cute.  I gotta see if I can get her to curse one of these days.

Pike: There’s only one lady

I can’t believe I just admitted that to her.

Violet: You’re gonna make me blush

Ah, my favorite friend has arrived.

Pike: I love it when you blush

Violet: Tomorrow?

Pike: Tomorrow, my flower

I arrive at the bank at my usual time.  I shoot the shit with Cliff, the security guard, for a minute like always, then skirt the desks, and get in line to see my girl. There is one person ahead of me, and both Violet and Susie have customers. There doesn’t seem to be any other tellers working today. Violet finishes her transactions with the older woman who is always here the same time as I am - divorcée Mrs. Harlow, who has grabbed my ass more times than I’d like to admit - and then calls over the man in front of me. I’ve never seen him before.  As my luck would have it, Susie finishes up then flags me over.

“That’s okay, I’ll wait,” I tell her blandly.

“But I am open,” she argues.

“I see that, but I’ll wait for Violet.”

She doesn’t seem very pleased.  I mean, come on.  She goes from desperate flirtation, to cold shoulder, to now I owe her something.  No thank you.  This bitch runs hot and cold, and I don’t trust her for a minute. And the last thing I need is for her to draw attention to the tension between us.

Thankfully, Violet finishes with her customer quickly - he only had a few questions - then waves me over. The negative energy I was feeling from Susie dissipates, and I am staring at pure positive delightfulness. My flower.

“How may I service you today, Mr. Taylor?” she asks with a devilish gleam in her eye, which I don’t think I’ve seen yet.

That little minx. She said that to get a rise out of me, and clearly she knows how to do it because my dick zings with impatience the moment those words left her lips.  The lack of oxygen to my brain has tied my tongue just long enough to garner me speechless.  Before I realize that I haven’t answered, I look up to see Susie perching over Violet’s shoulder, leering at me. Shit, maybe coming inside wasn’t a good idea.

“My window’s free, Jordan, if you’d like to come over,” she tries again.

Knowing what she’s doing, right in front of Violet, has my blood boiling.  But I manage to keep my cool, nonetheless.

“I’m good right here with Violet.”

“But I’m sure I could do a better job at giving you a hand, Jordan.”  She tries to be sultry and winks at me, but it has the opposite effect. I am repulsed. Her attention seeking desperation is causing bile to rise into my throat.

“Susie, it’s Mr. Taylor, not Jordan, and I won’t be needing your help, thank you.” I try one last time to be civil, but the cunt goes for the jugular.

“That’s not what you were saying the other night,” she says and I can’t stop the boulder even if I tried.

“Excuse me?” Violet and I both ask in unison, but sadly, I know exactly where she is going with this. Damn it!

“You remember,
Jordan
.” She emphasizes my name again. The name I allow only Violet to call me.  “I can still feel your tight grip, your strong fingers wrapped around my ankle,” she contorts the truth.

“I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, Susie, but Violet is who I want.”

“That?” she points to Violet.  “Why would any man chose that over this?” She then runs her hands up and down her body like she is showcasing herself, up for bid on the
Price Is Right
.

“Even on your best day, Susie, you couldn’t match up to Violet on her worst. You may be attractive. Pretty even to some other men.  But let me tell you. You are a fucking horrible, nasty, and miserable person on the inside.  You may be able to seduce a man.  Trick him into your bed. But once he gets to know you, he’s out,” I lash out and I don’t even feel guilty for it.

Violets snaps her head back and forth between us and I am scared as shit that she believes her.

“Violet…” I start but she gives me the hand. The shut-up-if-you-know-what’s-good-for-you hand.

I lower my head in defeat. All I know is that when Susie was trying to lure me over, my flower turned into a shrinking Violet.  I will not let that happen on my watch.

When I turn back to her, after this immature, idiotic, and uncalled for interaction, her head is held high and her shoulders are straight.  My feisty girl is back.

“Interesting thing happened last weekend while you were on vacation,” she informs Susie.

“Oh yeah, what? You learned how not to dress like a cow?” she mocks.

I growl but Violet just laughs it off.  I envy her strength.

“Nope.  Although that was funny. Not as funny as this. Last weekend, while I was working overtime to fill in for you, who never called in, I was promoted.”

Susie whips her head around quickly, looking for some coworker she can confirm this with. She looks a little off balance. Panicky even.

“You got promoted?”  I ask, so proud of her.

She nods and smiles at me, but then refocuses on bitch-face, Susie.

“Head teller,” she announces.

Susie shakes her head no repeatedly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”  I ask, disappointed that I am just hearing about this now.

She shrugs.  “I don’t know.  Didn’t want to toot my own horn, I guess.”

I nod in understanding, and at her modesty.

After making sure I’m not upset, she turns back to Susie.  “And you know what my first official task is?”

She’s now shaking her head wildly. “No, what?” she asks meekly, her tail now between her legs.

“It’s to fire your unprofessional, disrespectful, impertinent as…self.”

My girl almost said “ass.”  She got so close to cursing, but alas, her professionalism took over.

“You can’t do that,” she whines.

“I just did,” Violet states as a matter of fact.

I can barely contain my laughter.  I keep it zipped. I have to cover my mouth with my hands, but I do it. I control myself.  Right until the minute she skulks back to her window, grabs her personal shit, and is escorted out by Cliff.

Violet lasts two seconds longer than I do.

“Let’s get lunch, babe,” she orders and I don’t dare argue.

“Yes, boss.”

I salute her and she chuckles as we walk toward the exit.

Crisis averted.

Do I ask? Do I want to know?  As we get close to the door, we stop for a minute so I can have a chat with Cliff, who just returned from walking Susie out.

“We are going to head out for a quick lunch. I pulled Jeanine from the loan department to man my window until I get back.”

“Yes, Miss Carmichael,” he answers politely but I give him a look.

He smiles. “Yes, Violet.”

Better.

“I should be back within the hour. Can I bring you anything?”

“No, thank you, ma’am…Violet.”  He caught himself that time and that makes me happy.

Jordan grabs my hand and threads his fingers through mine as we head outside. I just can’t not say something. I need to know.

I stop midstride, forcing him to stop short as well, which pulls me a little off balance.  He turns to look at me.

“Violet?” he asks, his head cocked in question.

“I have to know,” I voice, while taking a step back from his reach.

He nods in understanding.  “Ask me anything.”

“I don’t want to know any details.  Just tell me, did you touch her?”

Without missing a beat, he says, “Only long enough to swat her away.”

I release a breath I didn’t even know I was holding and am finally able to relax and enjoy our time together.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he repeats with an air of confusion.

“Yeah, why? Shouldn’t it be?” I ask, raising my hand, making a questioning motion.

“Yeah, but…guess I’m not used to a woman trusting my word.”