I made small talk with Vonda pretending to be interested in her, providing more shots. I gave the signal and Dave escorted his date onto the dance floor, giving me a moment alone with Vonda.
"You know Vonda, there is a reason why Dave called me here tonight. I suspect you know what it is." I really did not suspect she knew much of anything but it was always good to boost an ego, especially if you wanted something from that person. She shook her head and gave me her best flirtatious smile. "I hope that you don't take this the wrong way but Dave can't get you off his mind." Vonda pulled back — this could go either way. Either the bonds of sisterhood would prevail or sexual curiosity would get the better of her. I bet on the latter.
"What do you mean?" Vonda looked nervously at the dance floor.
I touched her shoulder comfortingly, something I learned in medical school. "Oh no, he likes your sister. He would never hurt her and if you say no he would never blame you. But he can't stop thinking about what it would be like for the three of you to be together. Have you ever tried that, Vonda? You know, played around with a few partners?"
She looked serious and I held my breath and then came the smile. I knew Dave was good. He owed me big time. I whispered in her ear and waited for the couple to come off the dance floor. I excused myself as the three of them huddled together. It did not take long to see that the conversation went Dave's way. Soon they left and I walked back to the bar. I had nothing going on so I decided to stay to check out this after-hours club. It seemed like the perfect idea until she walked in. It was Lilly Brightwood.
Chapter Seven
Lilly
Awash in pink lighting, gold fixtures and red furniture, the swanky downtown bar appeared posh and upscale. It was only 8 o'clock but the crowd was already gathering to hear hot young talent Riley Patterson. Kate hugged the hostess; apparently they knew one another and she led us to a private booth near the stage. We ordered drinks and waited for Riley to make his appearance. I could not shake the feeling that someone was staring at me and I was not wrong. Standing at the bar in an elegant dark blue suit and a white shirt was Bullet. I knew he saw me even though he stood there looking casual with his hand in his pocket.
"Kate! He's here," I whispered and instinctively fussed over my hair. "No! Don't look. It’s Dr. Steinmann."
"What am I supposed to do? Look or not look?" Kate froze with an amused look on her face. "Calm down. You act as if you have never been attracted to a guy before. You are not covering new ground here, Lil." She turned and looked at the bar and gave Dr. Steinmann a wave.
"No, don't call him over here! He’s my doctor!"
Kate laughed aloud and shook her head. "Unless you need an emergency boob job he is not your doctor right this second. Relax girl. Let Kate handle this." My pulse quickened along with the music; I could feel my face redden. Could I really be attracted to a guy named Bullet? Of course I was — who wouldn't be?
"Good evening, Lilly. Nice to see you again." I did not recognize the cologne he was wearing but he smelled like a tuxedo in a bottle.
"Hi, Bullet, this is my friend Kate." Kate gave him a courteous smile and invited him to sit with us. I wanted to kick her under the table but was afraid I would hit the metal pole. "When did you get into town?" I asked.
"Yesterday. I am taking a little vacation time. Heard about this place and thought I would come check it out. I know this sounds cliché but do you come here often?"
"No. This is my first time but Kate has a friend who is playing tonight. Maybe you have heard of him — Riley Patterson?"
He nodded, "I have heard of him. I look forward to hearing him."
I could tell that Bullet had had a few drinks before we arrived but hey, he was on vacation. Presumably he was not driving or performing surgery anytime soon. He offered to buy a round of drinks and Kate gave him the go-ahead. Thankfully, he did not drink with us but Kate and I had multiple shots. By the time Riley took the stage, I felt relaxed and ready to party. His pleasant smelling cologne, his bright smile and his gorgeous dark hair made my heart and other parts of my body throb. Riley sang tune after tune and before I knew it, Bullet and I were on the dance floor. He pulled me close, his arm around my waist and his hand in mine and we followed the rhythm of the songs.
Never once did he step on my open toed shoes. I caught a glimpse of us dancing in the full sized mirrors that lined the stage. My silver dress fluttered as he twirled me. I felt beautiful and alive. I couldn't help but smile at all the girls who looked at us with a touch of envy in their eyes.
Somewhere between the second and third song, our faces drew closer. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and my hand was on his chest. With a tilt of my head, I looked him in his blue eyes. Oh yes, he wanted me — and the feeling was mutual. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone. I couldn't remember how long, eight months? Nine months? I wanted him. He was gorgeous and he moved around the dance floor like someone who knew what he was doing.
"I'm sure this is a bad idea." Even as I said it, I knew I didn't mean it.
Without a smile but with plenty of seriousness, he asked, "How can you be sure?"
"It just seems like it would be." There was no need to clarify what I was talking about; he knew full well what I meant. "Isn't there some kind of rule about sleeping with a client?"
"You are not a client yet, Lilly. Tonight it is just you and me, Lilly and Bullet. We only have to go as far as you want. I just know that I want you." By the look on his face, I knew that he did. The feeling was completely mutual.
"Where should we go?" I was glad he didn’t say something snarky like "Anywhere you want."
"I'm in the Radisson just next door." I don't know what made me agree, I was not an impetuous person. Not since Evan, but I whispered in his ear, "Okay." Without a word, we walked to my friend's table. At some point Riley had left the stage and was now sitting with Kate. I didn’t wait around to introduce them. I whispered in her ear. “I am leaving. Will you be okay?" Kate gave me a sly smile and a nod.
Before we stepped outside, he paused inside the doorway. "Are you sure?" I didn't answer, just took his hand and followed him out the door. Besides holding hands, we didn't kiss or touch one another during our quick walk to the elevator or the ride up. We went all the way up to the penthouse; Bullet paused inside of the door and waved his key at the panel. He walked in, turned on a few lights and flipped on the stereo. Rolling in the deep...Adele sang with all her heart as Bullet slid out of his jacket and reached for my hand. We continued our dance — he was not in a hurry, not yet, but I could feel his passion rising, bubbling below the surface of his calm exterior.
Suddenly his full lips were on mine and I met his kiss with fervor. My hands were in his hair, it felt silky in my fingers. He followed my lead and plunged his big hands in my curls then he pulled away and stroked my jaw with his thumbs. I whispered his name, "Bullet..." He kissed me again and my fingers flew over the buttons on his crisp white shirt. I opened it, pleased to see that his chest muscles were toned and defined. I ran my hands over his skin and he gave me a pleased smile. He knew his body was gorgeous — now I did too. I stepped back and slid off my shoes. I reached behind my neck and unhooked my dress. The silky, silver fabric slid off my body and I daintily stepped out of it. It was a bold move but between the music and a few shots of tequila, I felt powerful and sexy. I stepped out of the dress wearing only my pink lace bra and panties set. Feeling playful, I spun around and showed off my body, placing my hands on my hips.
In a single stride, he stood in front of me and picked me up, holding me in his arms. He carried me to the big king size bed, kissing me all the way. I wanted him out of his clothes; I wanted to be out of mine. I wanted to see him, touch him, and feel him — in every way possible. He gently set me on the edge of the bed and got on his knees. He was a tall man, easily 6 feet tall — I was only 5' 6". Bullet's serious expression made me anxious but his hands on my breasts called my attention back to the moment. Slowly, as if he was unwrapping a present, he slid my bra straps off my shoulders, one at a time. He kept his eyes on me as he unclasped the hooks, never breaking his gaze. He tossed the bra to the side and his hands cupped my breasts. I let him explore and leaned back, tossing my blonde curls behind me. My tresses tickled my back and added to the sensuousness of the moment. His warm mouth met my breasts, and I arched my back to give him more. I really wanted larger breasts!
Mm... I couldn’t help but moan a little. His mouth was delightful—he used the perfect amount of pressure, not too hard, not too soft. My nipples stiffened in response and my desire rose. Bullet stood in front of me and I reached out to unbuckle his pants. He waited for me patiently as I fumbled with the belt and the button on his pants. Curious and uncharacteristically brave in the bedroom, I slid his pants down and his underwear. In a quick, smooth move, he tossed his clothes out of the way. He stood in front of me, completely nude, his body flawless. Bullet's penis was erect and sizable. I knew I would not be disappointed. I touched it with my hand and looked up to see his head slanted to the side and he had a serious smile on his face.