Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

"Do you know how beautiful you are Dallas?"

"Yes," I breathed like an idiot. Why had I said that? Yeah I was sure of myself but now was not the time to be such a bitch. He rewarded me with laughter instead of calling me a self-centered bitch, which made me smile.

"I thought you did. This is the first time I have seen you really smile tonight. I must say that you, Dallas, have the most amazing smile I have ever seen. You look like Christmas morning."

Wow. Had anyone ever said anything like that to me before? No. And for some reason coming from him it meant so much more. This guy, this un-believably sexy guy, thinks my smile looks like Christmas morning. I smiled even wider. My all –American- girl smile that had been my key to success, my ticket to drive any man crazy, and the only thing that mattered to me was that he liked it.

Shaking his head, as if making himself think clearer, he returned to the task at hand. Here I was, standing in his bathroom only inches from him in my lacy black bra and matching thong, and all I wanted was for him to strip me and fuck me right here on this bathroom floor. He looped his thumbs under the thin lace of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs, and like a perfect gentlemen, held his hand up to me to hold while I stepped out of them. Standing, he threw my soaked panties on top of my dress and reached around behind me to unclasp my bra. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne as he leaned over me causing my face to be level with his chest. Why did he have to smell so fucking good? He took my bra and laid it with my other clothes and I noticed that ever since I had become naked he had not once let his eyes leave mine.

Was he afraid to look at me? Answering my unspoken question he said, "I promised not to make you feel uncomfortable, and I won't. I have seen many beautiful women, but you Miss Dallas, are perfect and I'll be damned if I let my eyes wander over something I can't have- at least not tonight." The sincerity of his gaze had me hanging my mouth open like an idiot. Why not tonight? There would not be a tomorrow. Would there?

"What's wrong with tonight?" I asked, kicking myself for opening my big fat mouth. I could really ruin a moment.

"How about you get a bath?" Without another word, he leaned over, shut off the water, and helped me step in. I let out a sigh as I sank down in the hot water. It was perfect. The bathtub was actually a Jacuzzi tub. The small pillow at the back fit perfectly under my head as I stretched my legs out and let the jets massage my body. The water was perfumed with pomegranate and the sides of the tub were lined with many different shampoos and body washes.

"It's nice to see someone enjoying that tub." His voice broke through my cloudy thoughts. How had I forgotten he was even there? "I hardly ever have time to use it. Let me know when you are finished and I'll help you get out." With that, he left. How strange. I thought he would join me.

Too tired to think, I washed my hair, wincing when my fingers glided over the sore spot on the back of my head. I took the wash cloth that was folded neatly on the side of the tub and washed my body noticing for the first time my bruised ass and elbows. The excitement of the night had helped me to not notice, but as the adrenaline was wearing off, I was becoming aware of the pain my body was in. I didn't realize how bad of a fall I had taken. I leaned back into the water letting the sound of the jets soothe me.

"You are gonna be mighty wrinkly if you sleep in that bathtub all night."

I jumped at the sound of Luke’s voice. "I must have fallen asleep," I replied, shivering from the water that was now cool.

He chuckled, "Here I warmed you a towel in the dryer. I figured you would be cold by now, but I didn't want to disturb you." Was this guy for real?

"Thanks." I seemed to be saying that a lot tonight. He grabbed my hand to help me up and pain shot all the way down to my toes. My head was throbbing and my ass felt like someone had beaten me with a crowbar.

"Steady babe. Are you ok?" he asked with concern on his face.

"It if I put any weight on my left leg," I said holding onto his hands for balance. "I think I bruised my tail bone when I fell." Without any further question, he scooped me into his arms, soaking wet, and carried me into the bedroom. Setting me on the bed, he quickly went back to the bathroom to retrieve the towels. He covered me with one towel and gently began patting my hair dry with the other.