Rebound (6 page)

“
I didn’t see that one
coming. I was sure you two had a thing. I was envious of the way
you two danced. It was sexy. When I saw you tonight, dancing on
your friend, I couldn’t resist feeling you close to my body.” I was
sure that my cheeks turned bright red.

“
What you saw was a
professional dancer, hopefully a new instructor at the
Conservatory, and his former partner who quit on him when she no
longer could hack it as a ballerina. The only time our bodies show
a sexual connection is when we dance. Nothing more.” I looked him
deeply in the eyes.

I almost swooned. “So what were you
doing by the fitness studio? Usually, most men steer clear when
there’s a fitness class, which is why the room was constructed so
far away from the weight room.” I gave him an inquisitive
look.

He smiled a wide grin. I’d been
waiting to see his toothy smile, and it was worth it. “I was
looking for you.” He replied with a laugh.

“
You were? What for?” I
was intrigued.

“
I’d finally gotten the
nerve to ask you out, but was deflated when I saw you two wrapped
in each other.”

“
Wow. That’s a shame. I’m
sorry you didn’t ask me out. I would’ve considered it.”

“
Considered it?” He asked
with feigned offense. I stumbled a bit trying to get comfortable in
these damn high heels. He grabbed me at the waist before I tumbled
backwards. “How much have you had to drink tonight?” He asked,
lifting my chin up with his two fingers, looking deep into my
eyes.

I leaned in and responded, “Well,
Doctor, enough to have fun. Not enough to lose control. Why? You
want me capacitated when I let you take me home and fuck me?”
Without thinking I stated, matter of fact.

“
I thought you’d never
ask.” He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I gasped, and
moaned when his tongue entered my mouth and played with my tongue.
He pulled away and grinned. Without another word, he grabbed my arm
at the elbow, pulling me toward the direction of the front door. He
pushed aside the bystanders mulling around the dance floor. My
brain finally overrode my clit, and I stopped walking.

I pulled him to me. He stopped walking
and I leaned up to his ear. “Wait, I can’t leave with you. I can’t
leave them.” I said as I looked over to them. Chelsea looked at us
quizzically.

“
Get your things. Tell
them you’re leaving with me. I’m sure they’ll understand.” He
authoritatively stated. But I could see a hint of pleading in his
eyes. I was torn. The heat rising from my belly wanted to go with
him, but my heart told me to stay for Chelz. She’s been there for
me from rock bottom till now. I want to be there for her on her
special night.

I rose up to his lips and gave him a
deep kiss. I pulled away and said, “I’m here for my friend’s
bachelorette party. Any other time, I would. I’m maid of honor and
I’m throwing this night out for her. I have to go back to my
friends now. I’ll see you around?” I said with a hopeful smile and
a squeeze of his large hand, wishing they were all over my naked
body. I slowly released his hand until the tips of our fingers
lightly touched.

As I walked away, a twinge of fear
coursed through my body that he would pick up another woman to take
home. I’ve noticed how women looked at him as we walked to the
dance floor and while we were dancing. I saw how my girls reacted
when I pointed him out. He’s so devastatingly handsome and sexy
that I’m afraid to lose him before I even have him. And he was
interested in me. He wanted to take me out on a date. It wasn’t
just about tonight’s display of dirty dancing, but about me as a
person. However, I had a commitment to Chelsea and no one was going
to take me away from her last night out as a single
lady.

I looked back at him a couple of times
as I walked back to the gals in the lounge area. He stood there
just watching me walk away. I bet he didn’t have a lot of women
turn him down. When I reached our seating area, Chelsea poured me
another shot. I knocked it back. I didn’t dare look back again for
fear that I would see a woman make her move on him.

After what felt like a million
minutes, I glanced in the direction where I left him, I saw him
walk toward his friends at their lounge area, shaking his head at
his friend. I watched as Dashing sat down between his friends,
raised his long leg and rested it on his other leg. He leaned back
and put his arm on top of the sofa back, and glared at me. His foot
fidgeting, jaw tense, and lips pursed in a tight line.

I was startled by his dark eyes, and I
looked away to talk to the girls. Each time I turned my gaze toward
him, I found him still staring at me with intensity and the same
seriousness as in his doctor’s office. He was analyzing me, trying
to figure out how to overturn my rejection. I’m sure that I left
him with quite the blue balls.

It was so loud in the club, but I felt
a deafening silence as he glared at me. Of all the nights that I
encountered him, did it have to be on this night? Seeing my serious
demeanor, the girls urged me to dance. Keta grabbed my hands and
pulled me up off the sofa. She grabbed my shoulders and started
dancing with me. I laughed, and started to relax with
her.

The server came back to our table with
more mixed drinks. I hadn’t ordered, but the girls must’ve ordered
me one because Darby handed me a drink. I took a sip and put it
down on the glass coffee table.

“
He can’t take his eyes
off of you.” Darby informed. I casually looked over and sure
enough, he was still watching me.

“
He’s hot isn’t he?” I
asked and she vigorously nodded her head in agreement. “He wanted
to take me home, but I declined. Did I make a huge mistake?” I
asked, immediately realizing that the mistake was asking Darby if
I’d made a mistake because Darby is such a prude and would never
have a one night stand. I’m not such a prude, but I’ve also never
placed myself in the category of being highly fuckable.

“
I would’ve.” She said,
and sipped her drink while looking at him lustfully.

“
Back off, bitch. He’s
mine.” We laughed and hugged as we moved to the music. It was nice
to know that I wasn’t the only woman who would bang this
Adonis.

The newest Reggaeton song came on,
Keta and I looked at each other and grinned. It was in our dance
queue for our classes. I walked over to the other end of the couch
where she sat next to Marta. She stood up, and we started doing a
combination Salsa and Hip Hop dance together. I couldn’t help but
look over to Doctor Dashing. I think I saw a smile form at the
corner of his mouth. I smiled back at him, feeling the regret of
not spending more time with him.

Keta grabbed me and lead me into a few
Salsa moves. She twirled me and tried to dip me. I felt myself
falling down. As I tumbled backward, my leg rose upward and my left
shin hit on the bottom edge of the glass table, and I fell onto the
low couch. I felt a sharp pain and gasped. I instantly put my hand
on my shin. When I felt something wet on my palm, I lifted my hand
toward my face and saw blood on my hand. Keta saw the blood too and
grabbed some of the damp napkins on the table. She knelt on the
floor and put pressure on my leg.

The rest of the girls surrounded me,
looking to see if I was okay. I saw them get pushed out of the way.
The dashing doctor put a large forearm in between them. He dropped
to my side, kneeling on one knee, he picked up my leg, placing it
on his right leg, which was bent in a ninety degree angle. He
peeled my hand holding the napkins which rested on my
leg.

Blood immediately pooled from the
opening. He took my hand in his and placed it back on my shin,
putting pressure on the leg once again. “Keep this on here. You’re
going to need stitches.” He looked at me reassuringly and gave me
the curt smile I remembered from my office visit. I realized he was
in doctor mode.

“
Do I have to go to the
hospital?” I asked concerned. I couldn’t keep getting injured. It
would cost me a fortune.

Sensing my concern, he answered, “No.
I’ll go get my kit. This one’s on me. I’ll be right back.” He
squeezed my hand on my shin. “It will clot soon and stop bleeding,
but I need you to keep the pressure on.” He turned to the girls and
yelled out, “I’ll be right back.”

The girls stood close and Chelsea sat
next to me. Chelz held my free hand. “You’re fine, sweetie. It’s a
small cut. Probably a couple of stitches. Dr. Dashing will be
back.” She said with a smile.

I started to cry, “I ruined your
night. This is supposed to be your party, and here I am bleeding.
I’m a walking calamity.” I pulled my free hand from hers and dabbed
at the corners of my eyes trying to wipe the tears that were
welling up. “I just wanted you to have a great time. And I wanted
to enjoy this with you. He even asked me to go home with him, but I
told him ‘no’ because you’re important to me. You’re my best
friend.” The alcohol and the pain led me to blubber my
words.

“
Perla, you mean to tell
me that that hunk of deliciousness asked you to go home with him
and you told him ‘no’ because of me?” She asked with angry
undertones.

“
Yeah. I wasn’t going to
walk out on your big day.” I responded.

“
My big day is my wedding.
Your present big day is going home with him. You haven’t gotten him
out of your mind. He’s asked you to spend the night with him. Now
you know that he’s into you too. I wish you could’ve seen
yourselves dancing, it was like an inferno out there. When he comes
back, let him stitch you up and let him take you home and fuck you
good, so that you aren’t the sex deprived whiney bitch that you’ve
been for the last year. Here he comes.” She pulled me to her and
patted my chin.

Keta moved out of the way and allowed
him to sit at the couch. He pulled my lower leg onto his lap,
removed my hand from my shin, and slowly peeled the napkins. The
blood had stopped flowing, but the cut was deep enough to see the
meaty tissue inside of my skin. He reached into his bag and pulled
out a small flashlight. He turned it on and handed it to Chelz to
hold. She illuminated the wound while he dug in his bag again and
retrieved a package. He put gloves on his large hands. All I could
think about were the size of his fingers and how that translates to
the size of his penis. I bit my bottom lip thinking about it. Even
injured, I was fixated on sex. Chelsea was right I was sex
deprived. Doctor Dashing reached for another white sterile package.
He opened the package and pulled out a needle, and that’s when I
passed out.

I woke up in a dark room, and I couldn’t tell where I was. I
had a splitting headache. My leg hurt, and I had to pee so badly. I
looked around hoping that my eyes would adjust to the limited
lighting. I found a stream of light coming from the end of the
curtain.

I lifted up my body, reclining on my
elbows, and heard light breathing beside me. I startled and
scrambled out of the strange bed. It was definitely a man in the
bed. There is only one man I would’ve gone home with last night,
and that was Dashing. I knew my girls would never let me go home
with a complete stranger. I hoped Dashing was the sleeping giant in
the bed. It took me a few seconds to think through the events of
last night, which led me to this very moment. I remembered Doctor
Dashing dancing provocatively with me. I also remembered the
mortifying moment when I told him that he could take me home and
fuck me. Did he fuck me? And I missed it?

I remembered that I cut my shin. He
said he would stitch me up. I couldn’t remember what happened
next.

I looked down at what I was wearing.
By the feel, size and length, I seemed to be wearing a man’s
undershirt. It was super soft. I reached for the collar and sniffed
it. A light lavender scent tickled my nose. Underneath the shirt, I
felt my bra and panties fully in place on my body. I touched my
panties at my fold and it was dry. A sighed in relief that I hadn’t
had sex. I wanted to fuck him completely sober. I didn’t want to
forget any second of the experience. Good or bad, I wanted to be
with him and revel in the experience.

I leaned in and looked to confirm that
it was Dashing. His face was turned away from me. The physical size
of the sleeping giant was consistent with his body. I poked at his
shoulder hoping that he would turn his face toward me. He didn’t.
He snuggled deeper into the bed, burrowing his body in the
mattress.

The need to urinate overtook me. I
walked toward the bedroom door, which was left slightly ajar. I
walked into the living room on a quest for a toilet. It was also
dark in the living room, but could see the outline of sunlight
around the drapes. I walked over to the long heavy drapes and
peeled it back, allowing the sunlight to blaze into the living
room. I couldn’t tell the time from the dawning of the sun. My eyes
hadn’t adjusted to the brightness. When they adjusted, I saw that
we we’re very high up. The view was spectacular. From the location
of the building, I could tell we were in midtown Boston. I could
see so many landmarks, and the view of the water was
spectacular.

I could no longer hold my urine, and
turned around to continue seeking the bathroom. When I looked up, I
saw Dashing standing before me. He was bare chested, a dusting of
trimmed hair on his chest, and he was wearing boxers. God, he
looked so sexy. The pressure in my bladder was replaced with my
flip-flopping stomach and aroused sex. The nerves traveled up to my
throat. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I wrapped my arms around
myself in an attempt to cover my body. I crossed my legs to
withhold the urine that dared drip from between my legs.