Saviour (Saviour #1)(7)
“So, you come here often?”
I raise my eyebrows and look at him.
“Really, that’s the best you can do?”
He runs his hand through his hair and laughs, looking around self-consciously, what? Is he actually looking around for another conquest as he talks to me? Another little bimbette, or would she be a Gabette, what am I doing? I’m so out of my depth, I need to get out of here.
“Sorry, that was poor, I’m sorry, I’m really shit at this”
“Oh I doubt that” And yes, I did mean that to sound sarcastic. He tilts his head to one side and unleashes a full on smile, that’s what it is, it is not just his smile or his eyes, it’s a combination of the two, he smiles with his eyes as much as he does with that beautiful mouth. I raise my chin and swallow, hard, f*ck me but he’s hot.
“What? Do you doubt that I’m not very good at hitting on women?” Is he mocking me, I bite down on the inside of my bottom lip as I try to think of an answer, I shrug and reply,
“I do doubt that, I very much doubt that, in the short while since we have been introduced you have had more than one woman obviously trying to throw herself at you”
“This is true but that doesn’t make me any good at conversation, if you want me to take you outside and f*ck you, that’s easy, no worries, let’s go, that, I am very good at, what I’m not so good at though is standing and talking, holding a conversation that goes beyond…get your knickers off… but give me a break, I’m trying here”
Was he actually giving me a choice? Was he actually asking me if I want to go outside, for a f*ck? I might just have said yes to the f*ck, just the thought of it has set my skin on fire again and has caused that familiar sensation stirring between my legs and I shift my position, just slightly but enough to make my jeans rub me. I don’t quite know what to say. I knock back the rest of my drink and without even asking; he heads to the bar and gets us another. He puts his down on the table next to us when he returns and then passes mine to me, as he does he puts his hand on the middle of my back and just that slight touch is setting my skin on fire again, I turn and look at him, his hand feels red hot on my skin through the chiffon of my blouse but I am head to toe goose bumps, I have no bra on and my nipples instantly become erect, I am so turned on by his touch, I actually feel light headed. His eyes look all over my face, did he feel that too or did he just know that would be my reaction? He leans in and I think I might faint as I panic that he’s going to kiss me,
“So talk to me, tell me about yourself Lauren, is that a hint of an English accent I hear?”
I can smell him, he smells clean, sexy, citrus, musk, man, young, hot, sexy man and I really want him, on me, in me, over me, any way I can get him, I want him. I am stunned, just a few words, two drinks, or is it three and one touch and I am quite prepared to become an adulteress…something I have never been. Speak Lauren, engage your brain for Christ sake, open your mouth, form words and converse with the man, before he thinks you’re a complete idiot….England, yes England, I know about that place, I can talk about that…So I use that as the ice breaker, He has mentioned England and he will probably soon be wishing that he hadn’t, it’s one of my favourite subjects.
I tell him about growing up in London, about moving to Australia and my trips back over to visit, he actually listens intently and asks me lots of questions, I’m impressed with his knowledge on all things English, he has even heard of Essex Girls, thanks to a certain program shown on cable in Aus, he even asks if I have been Vajazzled, of course I tell him yes!
Then it’s my turn to ask the questions, he is not quite so forthcoming and doesn’t give too much away.
“So Jo tells me you run a construction business, is that right?”
“Yeah, I run it with my brothers. Keeps us busy and pays the bills”
Okaaay, looks like that’s about as much info I will be getting on that subject…
We chat for a while about construction, design and the state of the world economy, before moving on to hobbies, music, and sport. With every topic, he gives a little bit more of himself up, becomes less guarded, he obviously laughs at my unrelenting wit and in return he makes me laugh and I relax a little, forgetting everything other than him and our conversation. Until that is, the topic of relationships comes up, it’s not his fault, it is an innocent enough question, I just wasn’t prepared for it…
“So, what's your ‘status’ at the moment?” he asks with a smile “Relationship wise?”
For a horrible moment I think I’m going to cry. The alcohol and my confession to the girls earlier have bought things to the surface and I'm feeling ridiculously emotional. I swallow hard and choke back the sob that’s threatening to escape, I scratch at the back of my neck as I try to compose myself, he is watching me intently and I think he realises I am struggling before I even do. I blink a couple of times to get my thoughts straight before speaking and as I do, a lone, traitorous tear slips from my eye and down my cheek.
“Shit, shit, I'm sorry” he says moving closer to me
“That bad hey, that new? Sorry I didn't know, f*ck, I'm sorry. I'm such a dick”
I smile and shake my head, get a f*ckin grip woman.
“Ahhh, no really, it's not your fault, how embarrassing, it's just that it’s an ‘It’s complicated’ status and very new, in fact, I've not even left him yet”