Desire (RATED R)

Chapter 1

Christ. I find myself looking through Maya Cross's facebook profile. May god help me please. I came accross a picture of her and finally saw the color of her beautiful eyes. They were a deep shade of blue. She was fucking attractive. She's beautiful actually.

Yeah baby, I want you on your knees looking at me with those big blue eyes. I continued to look through her photos and profile making sure she wasn't seeing anyone. Hopefully she wasn't because that would totally drive me nuts. Even if she did, it wouldn't stop me, I'd just get rid of the prick who'd be in the picture.

Finally my phone rings, distracting me from stalking her profile. "Bass." I answered.

"Yes hello, Mr. Boss, it's Jessica. From the salon, my friend fainted." Said a female voice.

Ugh. Just when I thought I could stop focusing on Maya Cross. "Oh, yes. Is everything alright?" Flow of concern filled my question. To be honest it was true, I was worried about Mrs. Cross. Fuck my life.

"Yes actually. Maya, she woke up we're at the hospital right now. She just wanted me to let you know that she's sorry for the burden."

"Burden?" Never that baby. "Not at all Jessica. I am coming down right now to make sure everything is okay. Which hospital?"

"Um, we're at Presbyterian." She replies.

Yes baby, now I can finally talk to Miss Maya Cross. "Okay, I'll get there as soon as I can. Thanks for letting me know."

I call Ray to come pick me up and take me to the hospital. Mmm, I wonder what she'll think of me. Most women, well more than most find me quite attractive. I never had trouble with females since I was good looking but I never really wanted a woman like I wanted Maya Cross. It's all new to me actually. I hate this feeling.

Ray pulls up at the destination and I head out to find the receptionist. The woman at the desk kept smiling and blushing after she saw me. She didn't even ask me for ID or my name. For all she knows I'm a psyco terrorist planning to bomb the place. Jesus. I can't with these people.

My heart races as I get near to her room. This never happens to me. What the fuck? I straighten up and be as relaxed as I could, which was very difficult. I walk into room C12 and see the beautiful girl in the hospital bed. My heart stops when she looked at me.

It's showtime Bass, get your gear ready. I thought about what just popped into my head, my gear was my cock. As amusing as that was, I put on my polite and relaxed face on to approach her.

"Hello Miss Cross, are you alright?" I asked.

Her big blue eyes and lashes fluttering at me seeking my attention. She was so beautiful. "I'm fine Mr. Bass. Thank you for checking up." She smiles.

Her voice. So soft, innocent and soothing. She was blushing, her cheeks turning pink. Hmm, is it pink anywhere else in her body? I remove those thoughts aside and check back into reality. "No problem. Glad you're okay."

Silence surrounded us. Trying to figure out how to create conversation with her so this awkwardness would go away. "Are they releasing you today?"

"Yes, I'm waiting for the cab to come so I can go home." She answers.

A cab? Oh no baby. "No need. I will drop you home, it's the least I can do Miss Cross."

"It's fine Mr. Bass. You don't have to, pretty sure your a very busy man and have better things to do. Call me Maya please." She replies with her sexy mouth.

Yes baby I do have better things to do. Like fuck your brains out. I didn't say that out loud though, no matter how true it was. "I insist Maya." Mmmm, Maya. I love how my tongue feels when I say her name. Maya. Maya, Maya. Okay that's enough now.