AIDAN
It wasn’t too far a stretch to realize that Clio was going to drive me crazy. Every touch, every taste of her just made me want so much more.
There was a big part of me that realized that I was barreling headlong into one hell of a heartache, but I also could not have stopped myself if I wanted to.
She was like an addiction. I was already plotting how I could get my next fix.
Hearing her tell me that she wanted everything I had to give had been nearly orgasmic all on its own, but what we did on that piano?
God knew I’d never look at that piano again and not think of Clio, our pleasure and longing all rolled into one. Not to mention the little memento I’d grabbed off the floor after Lila went to go shower.
Clio’s pink panties now resided in my pocket, and I was not planning on giving them back.
Now, we were on our way to pick up dinner, and shy, little Clio was lighting into me with a vehemence that was not helping my barely contained desire. “What the hell are you thinking having me come with you?”
“What? You don’t want to spend more time with me? A couple of orgasms and you’re done?” I teased.
She would not be deterred. “You know better than that, but you forget how smart Lila is. A couple of more stunts like this and she’ll have the whole thing figured out.”
“Clio, calm down. Everything’s fine. Granted, that was a close call, so we’ll have to be more careful in the future. We just got a little carried away this time,” I said calmly.
She cut her eyes to me. “And do you think we’ll get less carried away in the future?” she asked sarcastically, and I laughed because I knew there was no way we were going to be able to hold back in any form.
The next time I had the chance, Clio would be mine completely, and that was a determination that my body would not be denied.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked her, my heart pounding at the possibility that she would call the whole damn thing off when we’d barely gotten started.
Her shoulders sagged, and she gave me a quick but revealing look. “What do you think?”
I smiled at her then. “I think that your body needs much more attention, and I also think I’m the man for the job.” She was looking out the passenger side window, but I could see the smile she was trying to hide.
“Am I right? Or am I just full of shit here?” I asked teasingly.
She looked over at me with a mischievous smile when she said, “Both.”
I laughed and shook my head. I liked seeing this side of her, and as we drove to the takeout place, I managed to see that side a few more times.
We were walking back to the car when she asked conversationally, “Hey, what did you do with my panties?”
“Oh, those? They’re in my pocket,” I informed her casually.
“Of course,” she said with a grin. “How convenient. I can just shove those in my purse now,” she said, holding out her hand.
I clasped her outstretched hand in mine and looked down into her face with a lascivious grin. “You want them that bad, Clio, come get them yourself,” I told her.
“You’ve got to be kidding me? You’re holding my panties hostage now?” she asked incredulously.
“You bet. Thought I would just keep them for myself, so I have to have some memento from the piano.” I dropped my voice playfully.
“But if you really need them,” I said, turning to face her, arms stretched out, “come get them. Just keep in mind, I just now got that part of my body to calm down enough so that I wouldn’t scare strangers I passed by.”
She laughed at our banter and heeded my warning. “Alright, point made. I don’t want to wake the beast,” she teased.
“Oh, you have no idea, my Clio,” I said fondly as I opened her door for her. I could not believe my good fortune as we drove back to the beach house.
I hadn’t felt this light in a long time. Clio was so easy to talk to, and she was a good listener. Best of all, there seemed to be no agenda with her. All of the women I’d dated in the recent past had stars in their eyes over my connections to Hollywood.
I made a point to not talk about celebrities, only referring to my work in the vaguest of terms, but it never failed. At some point, they would bring it up and want to know if I had any juicy celebrity gossip. A few of them even revealed themselves to be aspiring reporters.
I didn’t talk about work with Clio, but I got the distinct impression that she wouldn’t be the least bit impressed. In fact, the only people Clio talked about with stars in her eyes were all dead musicians.
Not only did I find this comforting, but it also seemed completely on brand for Clio. She liked what she liked unapologetically, but from what she said, that had made it hard for her to fit in growing up.
I found the drive back to be much too short. If we had been in different circumstances, I could easily see myself talking to her into the wee hours of the morning.
Before we hit the porch stairs, she pulled me back, a concerned look on her face.
“Aidan, earlier was…amazing,” she said, blushing.
“I know,” I said without one ounce of teasing.
She smiled but sobered as she looked at the front door. “But we really need to be more careful, that was way too close.”
“Don’t worry, Clio. I shall be the very picture of discretion from here on out,” I assured her.
***
“So, then I was like, ‘Okay, Chad, but clearly, we’re both here for the same thing, so why do you think it’s okay to sit around and play on your phone while I do all the work?'” Lila went on about her new internship partners and all the people she met on her first day.