“If there is one thing you’ll learn fast about me, it’s that I work very quickly and I always get what I want.” He winks at me. It’s not arrogant in the least. It doesn’t imply that he assumes he’s going to get in my pants but more that he’s up to the challenge of proving that he’d like to have a shot at getting so close to me that maybe I’ll let him into them. He is more than willing to put in the work to do it.
“I love pizza,” I point out.
“Pizza it is.” He walks over to a dresser, opens a drawer, and pulls out some things. He walks back to me with an oversized shirt and thick socks. “In case you want to get more comfortable.” He drops them on the bed for me before leaving back out of the bedroom.
After the day I’ve had, nothing sounds better. I stand, disposing of my clothes right onto the floor. I put his shirt and socks on before climbing right back into the bed. I start searching through the television shows. This all feels a little too normal. As if I’ve done it many times before.
“This keeps buzzing.” Jay walks in with my purse in his hand. Normally I’d have no doubt it was my sister blowing up my phone, but a small amount of worry pools in my stomach that it might be Thomas.
“Thanks.” I take it from his hand, but he doesn't let go at first.
“I’d never want to tell you what you should be doing with your life, Dove. It’s your job, but I know a lot of law offices around town. I can put in a good word for you.” I start to open my mouth, but he stops me. “I’m really not trying to overstep, and of course you’d have to prove yourself, which I have no doubt you will, but there are always other options.”
“That’s sweet of you. I’ll keep that in mind.” I start to take my bag from him. “Please don’t mention this stuff about my job to my sister.”
Something crosses his face for a moment before he gives me a nod and lets my purse go. “Not a word,” he promises before he heads back out of the room. When he returns a little while later, I’m cuddled deep into his bed. He drops boxes of pizza on the bed that I in no way think we’ll ever be able to finish. Not that we don't give it a go.
He slips into the other side of the bed, making sure there is a nice amount of space between us. Space that I actually hate. At some point sleep finds me, and I’m pretty sure I’m the one closing that space between us.ElevenJayI try not to stare too hard at Dove’s body because my momma drilled into me that you respect women by looking them in the eye when you’re talking to them. I do a fair job of that, but when you’re not talking, and a goddess is sleeping on your bed, what then? What are the rules for that kind of encounter? And when she creeps closer to you in her sleep until her warm body is curled next to yours, do you slip your arm around her or do you lie still, sweat beading across your forehead while a hard-on rages below the waist?
I finally get out of bed and take a break in the bathroom. The cold water does a lot for my sweat and almost nothing for my erection. She’s just so fucking perfect from her peach-shaped tits to her round ass and curvy hips. Then there’s her legs—long and strong and the perfect necklace. Like I should be wearing her thighs around my head like they’re earrings. I slam the heel of my palm against my temple and try to knock some lust out and some sense in.
What I’d really like to do is get my camera and photograph her. The monorail view one on the tripod with a wide-angle bellows and a film back for black and white old school photos. I’d take off the navy comforter and lay her nude on the white sheets. The drapes would be closed, and the only light would be from a key light directed on different spots on her body. I’d start with her face and focus on the cheek, eyes, mouth, nose. I’d move on to her ear, covering parts of it with strands of hair. Next, I’d sweep the sheets down, inch by slow inch, revealing and exposing as I went along, creating a virtual strip tease to be revisited time and again. I’d place her hand on her breast, her fingers closed around a taut nipple. I’d have her roll that pert bud and squeeze tight until the whites showed on the end of her fingers.