Date = 5 April
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV Enrique
WARNING sex scene!!!
I notice the moment she enters the VIP section; the moment I’ve been dreading all day. Will it be awkward between us now? Does she regret last night? But she doesn’t give me a second glance … hell, I didn’t even get a first glance; she just rushes into the staff room to get changed. She seems stressed out. Is it because we stepped over the line? Damn, I shouldn’t have let that happen.
But fuck, I needed it so bad. Is that selfish of me? Ship, I’m such a prick. I feel proud of myself … not because I’m a prick, but at least sometimes I remember not to swear so much. It’s difficult but we’re all trying at least … for Leyla and my soon-to-come niece … or nephew … but I’m hoping it’s a girl.
Where has she been? I’ve phoned Anton and he said she left the house hours ago. Not that I’m stalking her or anything I just can’t seem to get her out of my mind. I never had a problem forgetting about a girl, until now. It’s as if she flooded my system and got stuck in there.
I serve a few customers and then she reappears, her arms to the back, straining to tie her black apron. The action pushes out her chest, stretching the apron tight over her tits. I remember the feeling of them in my palms, and my dick stirs. Maybe I should change the staff uniform to bottle green instead of wine-red shirts. She looks pretty in green and it makes her eyes pop.
Then she looks at me for the first time, a small smile on her lips … those full fuckable lips. Maybe next time I could claim her mouth, and the thought is distracting … and arousing. I blink.
“You’re late!” Her smile drops and I notice the puffiness under her eyes. Has she been crying? Because of last night? Or me?
“I was a little distracted, sorry,” she looks down and fidgets with her fingers. I can’t stand the sight of her right now; the sad innocent way her lashes fall onto her cheeks claws at my barriers. Cause after last night, I know she’s not innocent at all. Fuck … flip. I need her to stay away from my mind … and last night is the last thing I want to think about.
“Don’t let it happen again!” My voice comes out harsh. I didn’t mean it like that. Her eyes are still diverted, so I don’t know what she’s thinking. It’s frustrating. She walks around to stand behind the bar, puts on a big smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, and starts serving out drinks. Great job Blackburn, you broke the girl.
“Aria, you’re here!” My sister returns from the bathroom; flops down on one of the high chairs and grabs Aria’s hands over the counter. Since Damion had to leave for some or other racing thing, she’s gonna stay with us for a few days or so.
“Did you see the news?” Mel whispers and my ginger nods quietly. What the fuck is wrong with her? Does she regret what happened last night? Is she going to leave me? The thought of it suffocates me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the press the truth,” Mel winks at her.
“No,” Aria says quickly and I frown. What the hell now? Mel also looks a bit confused.
“No, let them think it’s me for now. Soon you won’t be able to hide it, but until then it gives you and that little bean some time to grow without worries.” I’m impressed. And I agree with her. If the press finds out Mel is the pregnant one, they would not leave her in peace for even a moment. And right now, neither she nor the baby needs all that pressure and stress.
“Are you sure?” She takes Aria’s hands in hers. Aria gives her a big smile.
“Yep, it would be fun playing a trick on them for once … and I’m so glad you’re staying with us … we’re gonna have so much fun together,” Aria gleams. Whoopie, so much fun. Two impulsive hormonal girls under my roof; great. Maybe I should just stay at the club tonight. That way I don’t have to share a bed with Aria. It won’t be easy sleeping with her without fucking her from now on. Fucking shit, what did I get myself into.
A crowd attacks the bar and I’m thankful for the distraction, cause her wildflower scent lingers in the air; taunting me. You fucked her Blackburn! And you fucke … flipped up. But why did it feel so right for the first time? Better than any fuck I’ve ever had? I mean, I ate spaghetti-freaking-bolognese … can you believe it? Spaghetti bolognese! And I didn’t puke … I actually liked it. It’s fucking crazy!
Irritated, I close my eyes and circle my left hand’s fingers hard on my temple. Just thinking about this shit is fucking frustrating. And fucking stop swearing, Blackburn. Aria won’t like it if you swear in front of Leyla.
Since when did I start worrying about what Aria thinks? Duh, since you’ve met her, stupid.
I watch her out of the corner of my eye, pouring a drink for a guy, ignoring his hungry looks and flirtations. It pisses me off. I’m not sure what last night was, but right now I want to do it again. I ‘accidentally’ reach out to the same glass she does, touching her hand. She freezes and looks me straight in the eye; her lips slightly parted. She’s affected alright; the thought of her getting wet comes to mind and I suppress a moan. I slowly remove my hand, making sure to softly skim my fingers over her skin. She gasps. I give her a wolfish grin.
“Maybe we should take a break … in my office,” I whisper very softly. She rolls her eyes and continues her work, but the sudden redness of her cheeks doesn’t escape me. That wasn’t a ‘no’ and my desire grows. I’ve never been this easily turned on by anyone. Love. The word rings in my ear.
What happened to staying away? To keeping my distance? Am I this desperate? This has to stop.
“Eh, Mel, do you maybe have keys to Logan’s house?” Aria asks out of the blue. What the fuck? What does she want in my brother’s home?
“Why?” I bud in, trying to hold my voice level. The surprise on her face tells me she didn’t know I was listening.
“Eh … why … hmm, I’ve lost an earring … and I think the last time I wore it was at Logan’s house,” she mumbles, blushing, her voice wavering. An earring? Lost in Logan’s house. You haven’t been in that house for ages … not that I know of anyway.
“When was that?” I persist. I need to know this.
“Eh, I went with Lee to get something from Big Red,” she then pushes out her chin. “Not that it’s any of your business,” she dismisses me as if I’m a child. I fucking hate it. And by the way … it is my business little lady …
“We have a contract stating otherwise,” I whisper softly in her ear, out of earshot of my sister. She rolls her eyes again and I’m butt-twitchingly mad, so she gets her ass smacked, hard enough to make her yelp. Wolf-whistles, applause, and cheers, rank up from the tanked sots surrounding the bar … for a moment I forgot where we are so I bite on my teeth to stay calm.
It doesn’t help and I do the first thing that springs to mind; I grab her and claim her with a kiss, releasing a whole day of anxiety and tension into it, my tongue possessing her; sending every man in the bar a message that she is off-limits.
The next moment a sharp pain hits me in the stomach and I jolt back in shock. She fucking hit me! I look up to find her teasing expression fixed on me. And I just want her even more.
My sister sips on her ginger ale, a wide smile on her face. She’s enjoying my humiliation a little too much. Aria turns to serve yet another drunk guy that’s trying to get into her pants. As if nothing has happened.
“Draft please.” In comes an order, and I turn my back to them to pour some from the beer tab.
“Ah, Aria, nice to see you again, babe.” The voice throws me a bit and I spill some beer on my hand. I want to shove that word down his fucking throat; my uninjured hand balls into a fist. Now is not the time for jealousy or anger, but one day, I swear I’m gonna kill that fucker.
I turn around slowly, handing the beer to the dude that ordered it, trying my best to control my temper. Aria suddenly grabs my arm, tucking into my side as if she’s trying to hide … or become invisible. Is she scared of Brian? Did he do something to her? Mel slowly turns her head from Aria to Brian, a frown on her face.
“Excuse us,” I throw my dishcloth onto the counter and retreat from behind the bar, Aria still clinging to me like a nut. Even the way she walks is tense. I call a waiter over and tell him to fill in for us at the bar.
Reaching my office, I push Aria inside. Then I lock the door. Aria is literally shaking. Maybe she’s coming down with something? She walks to the window and grabs the windowsill, but I’m running out of patience. What happened with Brian? I’m all stressed up and horny – should I shake her or fuck her?