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“What you mean? Do you really expect me to go out with a guy who had a gang bang with me and ten of his biker friends?”
“Look, I understand that it’s kind of weird for him to show up here out of the blue like that… But did you see what he looks like?!” Stacy exclaims and I know exactly what she means. He looked even hotter than I remembered him in my fantasies and I know that any girl in her right mind would absolutely leap at the opportunity of going out with a guy like him.
“I know he’s fairly hot, but I just don’t think we’ll ever be able to get past the strange way we met and I’m kind of scared I’ll just end up sitting there all night long with him, feeling uncomfortable or something,” I say in an incoherent attempt to justify my behavior.
“Jenny Williams, that sentence you just uttered was so incoherent it should be taken outside and shot,” Stacy says with a broad grin, “you know very well that you want him more than you want anything else in this world and if I were you I would just get past my own stubbornness and give the guy a chance!”
I think about it for a moment and realized that my best friend has a point. “Perhaps you’re right Stacy but, as you can see, he’s gone now and I didn’t take his number so there’s absolutely no way for me to fall down at his feet and do as you suggest.”
“Don’t you worry honey, from the way he kept staring at your body while you stood there all indignantly, telling him off, I get the feeling he will be back,” Stacy says with a broad grin.
“How the hell do you know about the way he looked at me? Were you eavesdropping?” I ask with mock indignation.
“No, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was standing right here out in the open, watching the whole thing to make sure I don’t miss out on any juicy detail of it,” she says and we both burst out laughing.
He really is hot, isn’t he?” I say when we finally calmed down.
“Baby, he’s hot and then some… He’s so hot I think he gives a whole new definition to the entire concept of hotness. Perhaps we should describe him as uber-hot or something,” Stacy says and finally turns around to leave me to my work again.
I sit there and I try to run through the incident in my mind again to figure out why I acted the way I did. I want him so much, yet a certain part of me is afraid that he just came around because he wants to use me for sex. But, even as I consider this possibility, I find myself wondering if it would be such a bad thing to have a purely physical relationship with a guy like the blonde biker… and I wonder what the hell his name is again? Did he say that it was Brad? Whatever his name is, I suddenly start thinking that, even if it’s only for one night, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing just to jump into his bed and experience some of that same passion again which I shared with him and all his biker friends.… Might even be nice to have him all to myself this time!
I tried to do some work but I find it really hard to concentrate now. The gorgeous hunk is now more than just a figment of my fantasies and the fact that he’s been here, right here in my office, makes the whole thing very real. I suddenly wonder how the experience at the mansion has changed me. I used to be quite reserved and dismissive of guys by reason of the fact that they never seemed to measure up to the perfect picture of the perfect man I always keep in my mind… a perfect picture which looks exactly like my late father. Right now, I don’t think I’m all that reserved anymore… after all, I now have an incredible sex orgy in my past and it would be hard for me to act all innocent and pure after that. But I still feel like I want to keep all guys at arm’s length and I’m not really sure I’m ready to allow anyone to get close to me just yet. Even if it is just for sex.
I get back to work and finally finish my article. I glance at my watch and notice that it’s time to go home. Stacy pops in and asks me if I feel like going to the bar for a couple of drinks, but I really don’t feel up to it so I turn her down.
“No thanks babe, I think I’m just going to turn in early tonight and I’ll see you here tomorrow morning, bright and early,” I say and Stacy waves me goodbye before she leaves.
I get up, grab my coat and lock the office door behind me before getting into my brand-new BMW and start driving off home. It feels good to go in style and I know that Stacy also enjoys the brand-new Mini Cooper she’s bought herself with the money I loaned her. Whatever happens between me and the blonde hunk with the Dragon tattoos, I still feel very happy with the place I find myself in and even if there is still a part of my life which is slightly empty by reason of the absence of a man in it, I feel like I’m gonna be just fine.
I decide that tomorrow’s worries can look after themselves as I put my foot down on the gas and drive home in style.
The next day at the office feels slightly different, almost as if the place isn’t the same anymore. I realized that it now feels as if the place has a history which includes more than just work and the celebration of a new business. It is now place where I have seen him again… The gorgeous hunk from the mansion and I get the feeling that I will never ever be able to get him out of my mind again, now that he has been right here in the sanctity of my own office.
Chapter 8: Brad
Over the next couple of days I try absolutely everything within my power to get Jenny to agree to see me again. I’m not sure if she’s trying to play a little game with me, but the first time I call her she asks me what my name is. I can swear that I’ve told her before that my name is Brad and this is the first time in my entire life that a girl has forgotten my name… I repeatedly ask her out and I get the feeling that I’m really close; that she actually wants to go out with me. But, for some unknown reason, she always clams up at the last second and every time I phone her she tells me that she has to go and take care of some urgent work.
I finally realize that calling her over the phone is not going to do the trick and decide that I’m going to need a different approach. The fact that I managed to find her at all is almost like a sign from above that we are meant to be together and I’m not about to let her reluctant attitude stand in our way. Not now… now that we have a real chance at having something special together.
I find myself thinking about the old saying that we only want the things we can’t have and I guess there’s a lot of truth to it. The fact that she keeps turning me down is just making me want her more! I think about the whole situation and it seems to me that the whole thing with Jenny is such an absolute conundrum… such a contradiction in terms. You would think that a girl who was willing to give herself to eleven men at the same time would be very open, but Jenny turns out to be one of the most reserved women I’ve ever met in my entire life. It’s almost
as if she thinks I’m not quite good enough for her. This is quite a turnaround for me, as I normally have girls chasing after me and falling at my feet, just for the honor of spending one evening in my bed.
I finally decide that there is only one way to do this thing. I have to go back to her office, even though she sent me packing with my tail between my legs the previous time I tried it. This time, I stop right in front of her office, and not a block away like I did the previous time. I rev my Harley’s engine a couple of times and make sure that I make such a loud racket that she has to come outside to see what the hell is going on.
“What on earth is that noise?!” she shouts as she walks outside onto the street and I think to myself that she looks really gorgeous when she’s slightly angry like that.
“Hi there, I just thought I’d stop by and show you my new bike!” I shout to make myself audible above the noise of the Harley. Then I finally kill the engine so we can hear each other talking.
“Good Lord but it makes a racket!” she exclaims, but I can see that she’s not really angry. I would describe the expression on her face as something between admiration and surprise.
“Well, that’s a Harley Davidson for you,” I say with a broad grin, “why don’t we go for a ride?” I think something about the direct way in which I asked her has caught her offside and she doesn’t turn me down immediately like she’s done so many times before. I sense an opening and immediately follow up.
“Come on, let’s just go for a short little spin and I’ll have you back here in no time at all,” I say in my best Boy Scout’s voice of honor.
“I really shouldn’t…” She starts to say and I realize that I have to be very firm now, unless I want to see this conversation going the same way all my previous advances of gone.
“Look, just take this one ride with me and I promise I’ll leave you alone after that, okay?” I say and I can immediately see that this makes an impression on her.
