Desire (RATED R)

Chapter 2

I woke up with an ache in my pants. Fuck. I glance at my clock and see it was 6:00 am. I quickly get up and go out for my morning run as usual. I return an hour later and slip into the shower.

I wonder how Maya looks with water dripping all over her body. Her wetness. My cock was throbbing and twisting. Ugh it was a torture to think about Maya at the moment. Who the fuck am I kidding? It was torture all the time. I pour shampoo in my hair and soap all over my body.

I placed my hands over the few scars that was on my chest, near my heart. Touching the scars bring back flashbacks from when my mother passed away. I try not think about it often, but it was difficult since I have nightmares about it all the time. I don't allow anyone to touch me around my chest, it frightens me. Yeah I'm a puss. Everywhere else is fine, doesn't really bother me. As close as someones touch gets to my chest I stiffen or begin to panic, it brings back painful memories that I wish I could someday bury.

I dry myself out of the shower and pick out something to wear to impress little Miss Maya. I thought a green v-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans would do the trick. Woman apparently had a weakness for my jawline and collar bones, might as well take some advantage of it. I put on some black boots and comb my hair to give a hot mess look to it. Damn, I look good. Lets see if it's enough for little Miss Maya.

It was 9:00 am when I recieved a text.

To: Tristan Bass
From: Maya Cross

Mr. Bass, what time will I be expecting you?

February 7th, 2015
9:00 am

My heart raced as I read that text. What the fuck is wrong with me? I get my shit together and send a quick reply.

To: Maya Cross
From: Tristan Bass

Around 10, I will try to get there quickly as possible.

February 7th, 2015
9:03 am

I put my phone down on the breakfast table and sit on one of the stools.

"What would I like to eat today Mr. Bass?" Asked Ms. Ross.

Ms. Ross was my house keeper and my cook. She's worked for me for 4 years. She was in her mid 40s, she had brown hair and grey eyes. For someone her age she was stunning. She cared for me like I was her son and I appreciated her for it. "Hmmm, a PB&J would be fine Ms. Ross."

"Alright Tristan." She replies.

A very few people call me by my given name, family and some close friends mostly. Ms. Ross was like family to me so I allow her to call me it. At times she respects me enough to call me Mr. Bass, as I do to her.

I finish eating the sandwich and head down to the black SUV where Ray was waiting for me. "Loui Vitton on 5th Avenue Ray."

"Okay sir." He replies and drives into traffic.

I think about the previous day and then our coversation last night. Maya had me under some type of spell, I've never had any emotions like this. As Ray drives through 5th avenue my stomach twists and so does my cock. Christ. I try to stay calm and relaxed as I could but I feel nervous. I don't often get nervous, well not like this. She is making me like this.

We stop in front of the store and Ray gets out to open my door. I quickly step out, eager to see the lovely Maya Cross. Showtime Bass. I enter the store and search for Miss Cross. I spotted her, woah. My cock begins to ache again when I saw her long legs revealed by her short blue dress. Her hair was in a messy, but professional bun exposing her back. She was outstanding. I head over to greet her when a woman approches me. Fuck.