Mr Garcia

“Who made great coffee—”

“Horrible coffee,” he cuts me off.

“You kept coming back because it was so good.”

“I was trying to warn people away. Duty of care to humanity.”

I giggle. “And at the same time, I was broke and looking for another job.”

He doesn’t like this part of the story. “Don’t remind me.”

I hesitate, unsure if I should go on, but I want to go over this with him. We haven’t discussed it all. “And you came to the club.”

He pulls my hips toward his. “And I choked you out.”

“You did more than that. You blew my mind.”

The air between us crackles with electricity.

“And we spent a wonderful two weeks together… until.”

His tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Enough of the train wreck. I don’t want to talk about it,” he murmurs against my lips as he kisses me softly.

“I fell for you then, and you threw me to the side.”

He stiffens and pulls back from me. “Why are we going over this shit?”

“Don’t you ever think about these things?”

“Not if I can help it.”

“Why not?”

“Because all I see is a whole lot of reasons why we don’t work.”

I hold my hands out wide. “And yet, here we are.”

Our eyes are locked.

I take my overnight bag down and begin to throw my clothes into it. I pack my toiletry bag, a few clothes for tomorrow, and even some work clothes for Monday. I don’t know why I feel the urge to lay it all out on the table for him, but I do.

“This is our last chance, Seb. If we don’t get it right this time, I’m going home to America, and I’ll never see you again.”

“Is that a warning?”

“No.”

“Then why bring it up?”

“I want you to know why this is important to me. I’m not being over dramatic but I need to strip us back and try again for real this time.”

He exhales heavily. “Why would you even think of this crap? It won’t work. Sex has nothing to do with our problems.”

Maybe he’s right and this is totally ridiculous. “My therapist told me to do this for years, and I never wanted to. But tonight, I’ve been thinking maybe it was just the person I was with at the time.”

“Oh.” He fakes a smile. “That makes me feel so much better. You couldn’t stop having sex with him, but you’re more than happy to stop it with me.” He walks toward my bedroom door. “I don’t want to hear your fucking bullshit, April. Are you coming to my house or not?”

“Having a conversation is not bullshit, Sebastian,” I call after him.

“Listen.” He puts his head back around the doorframe. “I like having sex. If I wanted a platonic therapy session, I would go to an exuberantly expensive therapist for useless advice.”

I roll my eyes.

“And don’t roll your eyes at me,” he snaps.

Seriously, this man is an idiot. Can’t he at least understand where I’m coming from?

“Well, I’m doing this for me,” I huff.

“That’s great. You do your little thing for you, and I’ll be jerking off beside you for me.”

I roll my eyes again.

“And don’t be surprised if some of my semen finds its way into your virginal mouth.”

I smirk.

“I’m just saying.” He holds his hands up. “The term choked out may have just found a new meaning.”

“Why are you such a sex maniac? All you think about is coming.”

“Because your insanely hot. Now, hurry the fuck up or I’m leaving without you.” He walks out of the bedroom, and I hear him grab his keys and head for the door.

I smile after him. My deep and meaningful with Mr. Garcia wasn’t exactly sweet and understanding but it’s a start.

And that’s all I'm asking for.

“April!” He groans.

I pick up my bag and head for the door. “Coming, dear.”

I hear the shower turn off as I lie in bed, and my stomach flutters. Sebastian and I have made out in the garage before we even got inside, in the kitchen, made out in the hallway, halfway up the stairs, and it is crystal clear that I didn’t think this plan through at all.

We are hot together and maybe he’s right.

I just want to fuck him already.

No.

He walks out of the en-suite bathroom with a white towel around his waist. My eyes drop down his thick, rippled torso, and my breath catches.

Sebastian Garcia is one hell of a beautiful man.

His eyes find mine, and he unwraps his towel and lets it fall to the floor.

Fucking hell……perfection.

He’s tall, dark, rippled with muscles, and has the biggest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. This man is the epitome of sexuality.

His thick, hard cock hangs heavily between his legs, and he climbs into bed beside me. He lies on his back and puts his hands behind his head.

Arousal begins to flood through my body.