Oddly, I don’t feel as cheap and dirty in the light of day as I thought I would. I feel lighthearted. Yes, I’m essentially a paid call girl. Not something to write home about. Obviously not a long-term arrangement. But I feel more supported than I can ever remember. Yeah, I’m in bed with a mobster, which is probably dangerous as fuck, but for the moment, the perks outweigh the risk. I really didn’t want to sleep on Gina’s couch or move back home with my mom. That would feel like defeat. Yeah, this is way better. For now.
As I let these new perceptions land in me, I own that last night I felt sexy, desirable, and cared for. Waking up in the luxurious apartment this morning was amazing. It’s funny how much clearer your thoughts are when you’re in beautiful surroundings. My world completely pivoted with a yes to Bobby–to this agreement–that feels like a yes to me, to being treated for a change. I’m so ready for something going my way. And so far, the strings attached aren’t so distasteful. The sex rocked my world.
I go shopping after work to buy some clothes, picking out a short skirt as Bobby requested. When I return to the apartment, I find two beefy and tattooed guys moving boxes from a truck into the elevator.
I spy my cosmetic bag on the top of one of the open boxes. “Oh! That’s mine?”
“Are you Lexi?” one of them asks.
“Yes!”
“Great. Bobby sent us. I’m Tommy. This is Junior. We’ve got all your stuff.”
I gape in surprise, trying to peek in the boxes they’re moving. “Did you pack it, too?”
“Yep,” the young man called Junior said. “Bobby has storage in the basement of this place. That’s where we moved your furniture.”
Oh God. The thought of them moving my flea market-finds embarrasses the hell out of me. At least Bobby didn’t see them.
I follow them into the apartment. “Thank you so much. This was really nice of you.”
“Hey, anything for Bobby’s girl,” Tommy says.
Bobby’s girl.I don’t mind the sound of that. Especially considering the perks that seem to come with it. And Tommy sounded like he respects me because I’m Bobby’s girl. No questions asked. Just acceptance.
I search through the boxes, digging out my sexiest lingerie and a bustier to wear with the requested skirt for our date. Bobby did his part. I’m definitely going to do mine. I notice I’m having fun. There’s a lightheartedness, a playfulness, I haven’t felt since before the accident.
When I hear his key scrape in the lock, I rub my glossed lips together and trot out to meet him. “Hey.”
He looks as sexy as ever, his designer suit draping his muscular frame with a slouchy elegance.
I did my best to impress, and my appearance has its intended effect. He closes the door and leans his back against it. “Oh no.” His eyes rake up and down my body.
My breath hitches. “What?”
“I cannot go out with you looking like that.”
I cock my head, assuming he’s pleased, but not sure. I don’t know him well enough yet. “Why not?”
“Because I will be blue-balling it all through dinner.”
I smile seductively. “Well, maybe we should take care of that before we go, then.”
“Nah,” he says, not moving from the door. “I don’t want to muss your hair when you’re looking so good.”
“Muss my hair?” I smirk, grabbing the hem of my short skirt and yanking it up to flash him my see-through mesh and lace panties before I kick off my heels and go running for the bedroom.Catch me if you can.
The sound of his low chuckle precedes thundering footsteps, and he catches me around the waist just as I reach the door. I give a shriek of excitement.
“Now you’re in big trouble.” He sets my feet back on the ground. I start to take off again, only to have him block me and pin me back against the wall by my upper arms.
I kick my dangling feet, giggling. He insinuates his thigh between mine, leaning forward and dragging his mouth up my neck. I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Oh God,” he moans. “Do you know what you’re doing to me? You’re going to get yourself fucked right here against this wall. Is that what you want?”
His words set me on fire, the coarseness of his language flicking the switch from hot to flaming. His fingers bite into the flesh of my arms, but I don’t want it to end. “Yeah,” I breathe.
His eyelids flicker, and he inhales deeply, releasing my arms to cup my breasts. With my back planted against the wall and my legs wound around his waist, he holds me pinned in position. I lose my mind completely, so crazed with desire I can’t wait another instant to have him inside me. I reach for the button on his slacks, managing to undo it as he kneads my ass with his hands. He reaches back with one hand to grab his wallet out of his pocket before he wriggles to shimmy his slacks down. After retrieving a condom from the billfold and putting it between his teeth, he tosses the wallet on the floor with the pants. He slips his finger in the gusset of my panties. Finding me wet, he makes an approving noise. I snatch the condom from his mouth and rip open the wrapper, grasping his cock with a firm grip to slide it on.