Not Good For You

Rachel

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"You will see."

"Do you treat all of your potential fucks like this?" I snort.

Jack turns his head and flashes me an angry look before turning back to the road, "One; you are not a potential fuck, and two; don't let me hear you talk like that again."

"You don't seem like the girlfriend having type."

"Time to get to know me then."

Hmmm.

After a few minutes of driving, he pulls up next to a small pizza place. Pizza really? He's just dragged me out of a nice Italian restaurant to buy me a takeaway pizza?

I watch as Jack gets out of the car and enters the takeaway. He chats and laughs to one of the workers before carrying a large box back out to the car. He climbs back into the car and shoves the box towards me.

Argghhh that's hot!

Jack drives off quickly again while I try to keep the piping hot box off my thighs.

"Pass me a slice." He asks me.

I raise my eyebrows to him again before opening the box. The steam and the smell of melted cheese and pepperoni hits my face as I open it and my mouth waters.
Pepperoni, my favourite!

I pick up a slice and extend it over towards him. He doesn't lift his hands off the wheel, he just opens his mouth expecting me to feed him.

I oblige instead of causing another argument and lean over to place the pizza into his mouth.
I laugh as a string of melted cheese lands on his bottom lip and chin. His eyes twinkle and he smirks before taking his finger, wiping it off and sucking his finger gently.

I'm not going to lie, that turned me the hell on!

"Are you still not going to tell me where we are going?"

"We are almost there."

Another ten minutes of driving and we are parked on top of a cliffs edge. I look out of the window to see the city below covered in thousands of twinkly lights.
It is absolutely breath-taking!

"Wow!" I breathe.

"Better than a busy restaurant?"

"Much better. This view is incredible, Jack."

"I knew you would like it. What's your curfew tonight for the babysitter?" Jack asks me, grabbing another slice of pizza. "Dig in."

I grab a slice myself and take a bite. I moan in appreciation. This pizza is incredible too, "I don't have to be back. My friend is having my daughter overnight."

Maybe I shouldn't have told him that.

"Great. Let's get to know each other then. How old is your daughter?"

"She's 8 next month." I answer him before taking another bite of my pizza.

"Cute. Name?"

"Isla. Do you have any children?"

"No. I have a fucking crazy ex-wife though." Jack mutters.

"Oh."

"Isla's dad still in the picture?"

"No. We last saw him about three years ago and that ended in an argument." I confess. "He's not a nice guy."

"I'm not a nice guy either." Jack tell me matter of factly.

"I gathered that. The way you've been manhandling me."

"You love it." He winks.

There's me nearly melting again.

"Actually, it would be nice to with a gentleman for once."

"There's nothing gentlemanly about me, baby. You will soon find that out." Jack tells me, grabbing another slice of pizza.

I do the same while studying his face closely. He really is absolutely perfect; I can't see any physical flaws.

"How old are you?" I ask him.

"32."

"What do you do?"

"I own a marketing company."

"You're doing well for yourself then." I smile.

"So are you... owning your own coffee shop."

I shrug. I suppose I was, "So... tell me why you are relentlessly pursuing me?"

"I told you. I see something. I like it. I want it, I get it."

"Sounds childish. That's a bit presumptuous and arrogant."

"Not to me."

I smile slightly and look out to the view while enjoying my pizza.

"I've never bought anyone else here." Jack says so quietly that I almost didn't hear him.

"Really?"

I think of him as some kind of playboy, having women left, right and centre, but maybe deep down, he is a nice guy.

"Really." He confirms.

"Why?" I ask quietly.

"I've never been captivated by anyone before."

"You've only seen me three times?"

Is this some sort of game he is playing with me? To get into my knickers?

"Once was enough."

The butterflies are flying again and suddenly I feel sick and can't eat anymore pizza. I place the box onto his lap and clasp my hands together.

"You've only eaten two slices?"

"I'm not hungry anymore."

"Shall I take you home?" He offers.

"Soon, please."

"Ok." Jack eats another couple of slices of pizza and we sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the view.

After a few minutes, his hand grasps my thigh and I feel electric shocks radiate all over my body.

Woah!

"You are so beautiful; do you know that?"

I turn to face him, my leg still tingling and look into his bright green eyes. It kind of scares me what I see there; lust and desire mixed with confusion.

"You are kind of hot yourself." I giggle.

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Authors note

Maybe Jack is sweet underneath that playboy lifestyle 🤔