West 76th Street - H.S

Chapter 7.

A/N: This is your warning... You only get one. You will never know when the spice is coming from here on out.... But like... also... enjoy (;

CADENCE:

    I'm not supposed to be wearing anything right now.. But the thought of wearing nothing through New York City didn't seem appealing to me.. I might be willing to try anything for sex but I'm not willing to try that.. So I am wearing lingerie.. It's just a lacy bra, and underwear combo, one of my favorites actually. I love the color dark green on my skin. It reminds me of.. Of poison.. It reminds me that I'm delicate to the touch.. Just enough of me and you'll be on the greatest high of your life and too much of me.. Well that's for him to find out I guess. A coat itches my skin, covering the lace from the world as well, one of those coats that hits my calves, accompanied by my favorite heels.

    I strolled past the bookstore to get here now. It does take a little bit longer to get to his apartment this way but I think it's worth it. It does make me proud.. Knowing I own this store, knowing that I did it with my own wit and power.. It makes me feel really damn good actually. I'm approaching his apartment now too and the more I think about it the more I know how good he makes me feel. I question if it's just physical.. Because physically of course we both feel good. The way yesterday played out, the way he handed over control just like that, and enjoyed every second of it shows that we have a physical connection.

    Of course I fucked Miles. He always wanted sex and of course I always accepted. It took him too many short times, and many months to actually make me cum, and it wasn't even him, it was the vibrator I had convinced him to let me use. Despite it bruising his ego, he got over it.. Then I think of Harry, and the fact that he had me for one night, and he made me cum more than once.. There's of course a physical attraction, and that helps with the sexual attraction.. But there's more.. At least to me, and it's.. It's frightening.

    It's frightening to me because I didn't come to New York to find someone, or be with anyone. This wasn't what I needed, and I don't think he's particular to that either. I know he's claimed to be the relationship type, but he doesn't know what a relationship with me is like. He doesn't understand how it could be dating someone like me because I cannot reiterate enough  how not only possessive but protective I will be of him. I move fast.. Faster than most, but only if I can trust someone... and I do trust him. I trust him enough to let him fuck me, and I don't know how or why, but I do. I walk through the front doors of his building, nodding to the doorman that I saw last time, and then I go to the elevator, moving up to his floor, and approaching the door as well, knocking softly.

    "You actually showed up." He opens the door for me as he speaks out, and I notice him in pressed black slacks and a loosely unbuttoned white shirt. It's wrinkled, like it's been messed up during his day. He's definitely not the type to go out wearing a shirt that isn't perfectly pressed. Though I don't know what he does, I know it must be hands on.. I feel like it has to be.

    "Why wouldn't I show up?" I ask him.

    "Because you kicked me out yesterday, and you have barely replied since then. I wasn't sure if you wanted my company anymore." He tells me, closing the door behind me as I walk in.

    "I told you, I needed to establish boundaries. I wasn't texting you back because I was working.. As were you.. So you shouldn't have been texting me either." I chastise him, walking straight to his kitchen. He follows behind me, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves so he can roll them up.   

    "Who says I was working?" He asks me.

    "Your outfit suggests it was a possibility.. I don't assume you lounge around your house in pressed slacks, and clean button up shirts?" I ask, walking around the island. I turn over my shoulder, and turn back to him, taking my hands to roll his sleeves for him.