“It’s fine, my feet can handle it. I need the practice wearing them for the fights anyway.” We exit at a door that says roof access.
“Watch your step,” he tells me placing a hand at the base of my back. There’s a small drop from the door to the roof.
I wasn’t expecting such a beautiful view of the sunset. “I love the view up here. It is truly breath taking Parker. Thank you for showing me.”
“You are most welcome.”
We stand together enamored by the busy city that is below us. Everyone looks like ants scurrying along the sidewalk.
“I’m really looking forward to working with you Brandi. I hope this isn’t out of line, but you’re beautiful. I was captured by your beauty the first time I saw you. You remind me so much if someone I used to know.”
I want to ask who, but I don’t know him well enough to oppress for details.
“Thank you,” I reply warmly.
“I guess you’d like to get home and off your feet.” He leads me back down the stairs to the elevator. We ride down four floors and walk down two halls before getting on another elevator. My feet are feeling pretty achy by the time we reach our destination in the parking garage. The lights are a lot dimmer than normal. It gives me goose bumps. I know I have nothing to be creeped out by. I am being escorted to my car on the top floor of the garage by Parker. I had to park on the top; there weren’t any spots left on the lower levels when I arrived.
I don’t even notice that his yellow corvette is parked right next my jeep, until I am at my driver's side door. I am thankful that he still hasn’t placed me as being the girl with the guys who dented in his car.
“Can I ask you something funny Parker?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“What do you think of the nickname women have for you?” I don’t know why I am so curious to hear his response to my question. Nor can I believe that really just came out of my mouth.
“Which one? I’ve been called many things, but if you are referring to PG—Pussy Getter. I don’t like it all. It makes me seem like someone who is clearly only interested in one thing. That’s just not the case. I just haven’t found a woman who can hold my attention very long.” But the way his eyes look when he talks leads me to think otherwise they almost match the sadness Royce’s eyes have held when he would talk to me about Elizabeth.
He pulls me towards him. The movement is unexpected. “Can you hold my attention?” Parker traces my jaw with his finger.
“I’m a woman of many talents,” I throw his words from earlier back at him.
He laughs and tugs my hand leading me to the front of his car.
“I like you,” he tells me.
“I think I like you too,” I tease, unable to believe that I am doing this right now—flirting with Parker Garrett. A part of me is doing it because Royce told me to stay away. Why does he get to dictate anything I do? He gave up the right to tell me what to do when we broke up.
“Why are you obsessed with the number seven?” Parker has my back pressed down on the hood of his car.
He bends down holding his mouth so close to mine that I can feel his lips graze mine as he speaks.
“For one, it’s my lucky number. Two, it’s the number of positions I’m going to have you in. And third, most importantly it is the number of times I am going to get you off.” He pulls me off the car and back to standing toe to toe with him. “Now turn your fine ass around so I can work on that zipper.”
My legs are trembling with goose bumps and excitement. I can’t believe this is really happening. That I am here in this moment with Parker Garrett of all people. Taking my time, I slowly turn my back to him.
“Place your palms flat on the hood of the car.”
The dent in the hood has already been repaired. Then again a man with his money probably has a fleet of Corvettes.
I do as he instructs me. As I bend forward he places a knee between my legs and spreads them apart. His mouth is against my ear as he whispers hoarsely, “Are you sure about this Brandi?”
I can’t find my voice so I moan lightly and he slowly undoes the zipper of my strapless dress. Trailing kisses down my back as he slides my dress down to my ankles he grips my hips hard. His hands are large but smooth. Parker works his way up to the front of my torso and squeezes my left breast.
“Have you ever been fucked good and hard because I’m about to fuck you like an animal.” He growls as he bites the sensitive skin between my neck and my shoulder. In one swift motion my panties are ripped from my body. The cool air against my skin is the only indication that I was ever wearing any. I am thankful that he can’t see my face right now. It’s hard telling the contorted expression my face is making in pleasure right now. My hips instinctively roll into his crotch, and my back arches in response to his finger as it massages my clit. “Do you like it rough?”
He pinches my nipple with his free hand as I pant, “yes.”
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, well one man –Royce. I don’t want to think about him right now though.