Teach Me 2x

He grinned. I took notice of his lips, pink and full. I thought he was probably amazing in bed. I wanted to test that theory.

But then I saw Isabell across the room, waving at me, calling me to come over. She was heading for the curtained-off area where we had first met. I saw Ava and other girls were already there.

This was the worst time. What if I didn’t go? Maybe I could just stay with Owen and maybe even leave with him?

But I was only biding my time. I was on a mission.

“Is everything okay? You look distracted.”

“Yeah, um, it’s just that my friend is taking her time at the restroom. I’m worried she might be in trouble. I better go check.”

He was immediately concerned. His posture changed. He was ready to spring into action. “Do you want me to come with you? I know most of these guys, if they’re out of line, I can take care of them.”

I was impressed, but couldn’t say yes as much as I wanted to.

“No, thanks. I’ll be fine. Can you wait here?”

“If you’re sure. I hope your friend is okay.”

I smiled and hopped off the stool and headed towards the crowd of girls, ready to tell Ava and Isabell that I’d changed my mind.

Owen was my new goal.

6

Owen

I watched as Sydney left the bar, and it was as if somebody was sucking the air out of the room. Suddenly I felt empty and useless sitting there, drinking whiskey on my own. I should have followed her, dealt with whatever prick was picking on her friend. And then I could have taken her home.

I began hearing all the sounds in the room again, and they pissed me off: there was a couple of drunk guys to my left, sharing tales of their sexual conquests – each sounded more like bullshit than the previous one – and to my right was a group of young girls taking selfies with their colorful cocktails, giggling like a bunch of idiots. The music was awful, the bass too deep, reverberating in my chest and making me uncomfortable.

I looked toward the bathrooms but Sydney had disappeared.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Sydney. Her laughter, her light blue eyes, so lively and real. So, unlike anything I saw around me. And her freckles! And those lips! I could just imagine them wet, wrapped around my cock. I was giving her five more minutes and then I was going to bust into the ladies’ room myself and take her home.

There was something special about that girl, and it made me want to spend every minute with her. The word love never occurred to me – I didn’t believe in bullshit like that – but the attraction, the chemistry was there, like a force field around us that had cut off the rest of the world. I couldn’t shake that feeling, I didn’t want to.

What I wanted was to bend her over my Porsche and fuck her.

Hard.

She hadn’t asked what I did for a living, or what brand my suit was, or how much I made.

She didn’t care about any of that.

She was real. And I was real with her. I had forgotten how that felt, not to be fake, not to wear a mask for other people. But with Sydney, I didn’t seem to have to hide. And I would give anything to experience that again.

I knew a nice restaurant not far from the club. Maybe I would be decent enough to take her out to dinner first. Learn her last name before she would be screaming mine.

I ordered another drink, looking at myself in the mirror wall of the bar. I looked good. People liked when you looked a certain way. And I was in the business of talking to a lot of people.

One of them, I saw, was quickly making his way to the bar.

“So, I believe the District Attorney just walked in.” Lawson was at my side, still drunk. I guessed there was more than alcohol involved.

Idiot.

“That’s great,” I replied, just to say something. Sydney was on my mind.