I reached my hand out and grabbed his cock through his jeans. I could feel how hard and huge he was, and I let out another small moan. I rubbed its length, savoring the thickness and the size, and he let out a small grunt.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom flew open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang. We stopped immediately, and his head snapped up in the direction of the intruder.
“Fuck off,” he said loudly.
“Rex, it’s Clutch. You got a job,” came the response. The voice was deep and serious. Rex slid his hand from my shorts and disentangled our bodies.
“This second?” he asked.
“Right now. Take a minute, get your shit together, then meet us out back.” The door to the bathroom slammed shut, and the intruder was gone.
I looked up at Rex, and he let out a quiet curse. He zipped and buttoned his pants then opened the stall door.
“Sorry, but I have to go,” he said. I couldn’t believe it. Was he fucking serious?
“You need to go right this second?”
“Sorry. Not the kind of job I can say no to.”
Wow. What a complete asshole. I stared at him open mouthed, flushed through with emotion and desire, and beyond pissed that he was about to walk out on me.
He walked over to the sink and splashed some water on his face as I gathered myself together. I couldn’t believe he was stopping, and my body was still amped up. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to smack him or kiss him again.
“Well, are you coming back?” I said lamely, not sure what else to do.
He turned and looked back at me. His eyes were still filled with passion, but there was also a sadness to his look that I didn’t understand.
“You seem nice. I had a good time. But you should leave here and never look back. This isn’t the kind of place for someone like you.” He was starting to sound like a broken record and it pissed me off a little bit.
I shook my head, annoyed. “Quit saying that. How do you know I want to get involved with you, anyway?”
He was quiet for a second. “I guess I don’t.”
“Okay then. You should take my number. If you want to do this again sometime, call me. Otherwise, good luck I guess.”
He let out a sigh, and I could tell he was conflicted. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to have second thoughts, but something was bugging him. He certainly was decisive when he took me into the bathroom a few minutes ago. It was pretty clear that the prospect of the upcoming job had shifted him into a completely different mindset.
“Fine,” he said then dug from his pocket the oldest phone I had never seen. He handed it to me, and I almost laughed.
“What, is this thing from 2002?” I asked.
He grinned. “Probably, but it works. Got a problem, spoiled girl?”
“Asshole,” I said, as I typed my number into his contacts. When I finished, I gave it back to him. He slipped it into his pocket.
“Maybe I’ll call you,” he said. I gave him a sly smile, and shrugged.
“Call or not, whatever.”
He grinned, and I felt myself melt again. There was something dark and alluring about him, and I realized it was exactly what I needed. He was the adrenaline missing from my otherwise even-keel life. He turned and opened the bathroom door, and held it for me as I walked by. We went back out into the main room together, and I noticed the bar had cleared out considerably. It was a little eerie to enter the empty space, but I didn’t dwell on it too much.
“Get home safe,” he said.
I looked at him, but didn’t want to leave. “Yeah, good luck with your job.”
He nodded then turned and walked back toward the bathrooms. He pushed through an emergency exit door, and was gone.
I stood looking out over the mostly empty space for a second then walked toward the front door, pushed it open, and left. I had chills and goose bumps all over my body, and I realized I felt more alive than I had in a long time.
Chapter Five
Back in my apartment, pulse still racing with the memory of Rex’s hands on my hips, I looked at my body in a full-length mirror and wondered what he saw. I knew he lingered over my figure, my breasts, legs, and ass, and I was sure he liked my long blonde hair. But he kept calling me prissy and spoiled, and I couldn’t understand why. I wasn’t exactly wearing Prada or speaking with a British accent the whole night. He still somehow saw through me.
Even though my parents lost all their money, it was true that I had a rich upbringing. Private schools, big house, stable of horses, the whole cliché upper class rearing. I even had a nanny when I was younger. All of that changed, of course, when my father went to jail for embezzling from his company, and my mother fled to Florida in disgrace.