2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

I felt something clench inside of me at the sound of her laugh, it was like she didn’t laugh often. And I wanted to change that.

“I know my way around,” I held out my hand. She stared apprehensively before she eventually took it, and stood up.

It was kind of nice, her not jumping at the bit to talk to me or touch me. On the way out here, I could barely get a few steps in before a woman had some pickup line, or bumped into me by accident. On purpose. They were all pretty, decent enough to spend a night with. But I just couldn’t do it, had no interest. But this woman…she was something else.

“Walk with me.”

She chewed the inside of her lip nervously, but came with me anyway. I didn’t let go of her hand, and she fit nicely by my side. She was very warm.

And she smelled like flowers; not the blooming type, but the kind they bottle up and sell for a ridiculous price.

I twined my fingers with hers. I wanted to ask her more of something, of anything. But all I, could think about was getting inside of her, tasting her.

Her brow furrowed as she looked up at me, but she didn’t say anything. She may know who I am, but she didn’t say anything. I appreciated it more than I thought I would.

“How did you end up coming to this event tonight?”

I think I was making baseless conversation to make up for the heat I felt between us. I had a burning itch to kiss those peachy lips of hers, to feel her up against me. But I had to read her well first, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to be a one-time thing or not…I was getting ahead of myself anyway.

“Um, a friend invited me. I thought it would be something to do other than…what I usually do.” She trailed. I think she was rambling. Did I make her nervous?

I hoped not. I was more comfortable around her than I was with anyone else.

“And what is that?”

I stopped her by the stone wall, lined with over growing creeping plants. Gently, I placed my hand on the other side of her hip. I was inches away from her, feeling the tug of war between us. She has to want me too, the way her eyes were looking at me; wide and curious.

“Um, Netflix. And frozen dinners.” I couldn’t help but laugh. She was honest, I missed that in people.

No one in my social circle was honest at all, they were all just trying to fit in.

“Hmm, never tried that.” I licked my lips, and her eyes caught mine, then drifted down to my lips too.

“This isn’t my usual scene, if you couldn’t tell.” She let out a nervous giggle. Somehow the sound went straight to my cock, just hardening it further. But I didn’t understand what she meant so my brow only furrowed in response.

“No, not at all. Why do you say that?” I asked her. She stepped off to the side and walked slowly, and I followed her.

“No reason. I thought it was obvious I didn’t fit in. Why else would I be out here, while everyone is in there?” She gestured to the ballroom, where I heard the cheering. It must be the blind auction.

“You look better than any other woman in there, in my opinion.” I looked down my nose at her, and I saw her cheeks blush scarlet under the moon light. She was shy, but she had a curiosity to her. Why else would she be walking hand in hand with a complete stranger in a secluded maze?

“Thanks. But this isn’t even my dress.” She gestured to her large ball of blue taffeta and form fitted bodice. Whether it was hers or not, it was made for her.

“Pft, half these people rented their outfits.”

“But aren’t they all…really rich?” She said the word like it was some sort of poison.

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “but a dress or a tux isn’t a sound investment. That’s all they’re about.” I explained, or maybe it was just my two sense.

“What about your tux?” She gestured to my last minute tailored suit. I laughed a bit.

“Uh, I bought this. But I hate suits.” I didn’t want to tell her about the threshold between some of us. Most of the money in there couldn’t actually buy a six thousand dollar suit this last minute. It was like I wanted to be someone else around her, maybe because she didn’t automatically know me or come after me just to get into my wallet.

It’s one of the reasons I don’t want to bother with the dating scene again. The women google me and pretend not to know anything about me. I don’t want that, I don’t want someone who will use me like Vivian did ever since I made my first million.

“I’m not really a dress person either.” She smirked, glancing up at me and then looking away when she saw I was looking at her.

I loved how timid she was. It made the primal male in me come out, and wanted to bring her out of her shell.