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And he let me.
He sucked my juices off my fingertips, the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. Kissed me back so fiercely. Grabbed my body like it belonged to him, like he couldn't resist me, like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
And then he rejected me.
I was ashamed and confused, sexually frustrated and angry. I just had to get through the rest of this stupid party, go home, and forget any of this ever happened.
The trouble was, I kept seeing Nathaniel everywhere I went.
He seemed to be everywhere I turned, despite the fact that there were two hundred people at the party. He’d be at the bar, getting a cocktail. He’d be standing with a group of real estate brokers and developers, deep in conversation, yet shooting furtive glances over at me. He’d be in the corner of the room by himself, only to have my mom come up and place a hand on his shoulder, probably asking why he was skulking around on the fringes of the party instead of socializing.
No matter how many times I tried to flit to another room or how much boring conversation I endured listening to my dad’s golf buddies, Nathaniel was there.
Finally, I decided enough was enough.
I had to get away from here.
First, I asked my sister Larissa if she’d take me home. We were roommates, along with our friend Trudy, so we had come to the party together. Larissa was the designated driver tonight.
But she wasn’t ready to leave.“Too much good food to stop at two plates,”she had said. Larissa had the appetite of a triathlete in training… because she was one. She was a total gym rat, into swimming and extreme sports ever since I could remember, and now she was getting into weightlifting, which she was wild about. She burned a lot of calories, so she needed a lot of sustenance. I didn’t have the heart to force her away from her beloved buffet table.
I couldn’t ask Melinda to drive me home either, because she’d had a few glasses of champagne and had planned on catching a ride with Larissa and me.
I tried hinting to a few friends of my mom and dad that I could use a lift. But everyone was either too tipsy or having too much fun for me to try forcing the matter. I resigned myself to calling a rideshare service, which would be fine, as long as they would get here fast.With the rain tonight, I worried that the wait would end up being unbearably long, and I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
Weaving my way through the crowd of waiters and real estate moguls, I made my way into the kitchen where I had hidden away my purse in a locked cupboard. The kitchen was empty since the caterers had their own staging area in tents on the side of the house. I was crouched on the floor, rifling through my bag for my phone when I heard someone walk into the room. I peered up to find my dad with a quizzical look on his face.
“What are you looking for, sweetie?”
“I’m just getting a little tired. I’m going to call an Uber since Larissa is still taking advantage of the buffet.” I tried not to think about what had happened between Nathaniel and me in the powder room.
“Come with me, kiddo. I’ll make sure youget home safe.” Dad extended his hand out to help me up from the floor. I let him pull me to my feet, swinging my purse strap over my shoulder, and followed him in silence, not wanting to blurt out anything crazy like,“I almost fucked your best friend twenty minutes ago.”
My dad walked me out toward the high-ceilinged foyer, and my heart skipped.
No, no, no.
Nathaniel was there, putting on his coat.
“Hey Nate,” my dad said, cheery and oblivious, “you mind taking Amelia home? She’s tuckered out and her sisters want to stay for a while longer.”
Nate’s steely gaze seemed as though it would pierce right through me.
“Of course, David,” he said, nodding dutifully.
“I know you’ll take good care of her.”
“I will.” His eyes flitted back to mine for a fraction of a second, then he grabbed his umbrella and fished in his coat pocket for his car keys.
My dad gave me a peck on the forehead and a little squeeze goodbye.
“Night, honey,” Dad said.
“Night, Dad.” I hugged him back, my head swimming with how uncomfortable this drive was going to be. How mortifying it felt to be forced into sharing a car ride with the man I had thrown myself at in a dark bathroom at my parents’ house.
Dad walked away, back toward the party. He trusted Nathaniel completely.
Nathaniel held the front door open for me and led me out to his car, a silver luxury sedan. I hadn’t brought my own umbrella, so he held his over my head as we darted out to the car, dodging puddles. He opened the passenger’s side door–making sure I stayed dry, watching as I got buckled in–before collapsing the umbrella and stashing it in the backseat along with his coat. Then he dashed around the front of the car and got into the driver’s seat.
