Isla's POV
"See you tomorrow." Tamara called as we reached our cars.
"I can hardly wait." I said dryly.
She laughed. "Obviously we pissed someone off to get stuck with afternoon shift."
"Obviously." I mumbled, getting in my car.
For some reason, out of the blue, Tamara and I had suddenly been put on afternoon shift starting tomorrow. Afternoons were the worst, nutters, druggies and car accidents, I hated it.
I drove home more than a little angry, short staffed my ass, we had pissed someone off and now we would pay.
I got home and had a shower, I thought about cleaning up a little but fuck that, I couldn't be bothered.
I layed down on the couch, turning the television on and snoozing, well in between thinking. I still had to find a date for this stupid dinner party Friday night and I had no clue who to take. There were a couple of guys I dated occasionally and I guess one of them would have to do.
I'd call them later, I wanted to nap first and I drifted off to sleep only to be woken by the door bell.
I sat up, feeling a little disoriented. Who the fuck would that be? All my friends new not to disturb me on a work day, I was generally in a foul mood.
I opened the door and just stared. There was Matt, standing there with a pizza box. What was he doing here and how the hell did he find out where I lived?
"What do you want?"
"Well that's a nice greeting." He said pushing past me. "It's nice to see you too."
"Look, now is not a good time."
"But I brought pizza." He said, plonking his ass on my couch.
I looked at him. Was he serious?
"Want some?" He smiled, opening the box.
I shook my head and sat down. I mean pizza was pizza and I was kind of hungry.
I grabbed a slice and started eating it.
"I thought we could watch a movie." He mumbled through a mouthful of pizza.
A movie right!
"Yeah right, a movie." I said sarcastically.
He nodded. "What have you got?"
I pointed at my cabinet and he got up looking through my dvd collection.
"Horror or Comedy?"
"I don't fucking care." I groaned.
He shrugged, grabbing one and putting it on.
We sat there watching the movie. Matt kept laughing and I had to admit, he had a nice laugh.
Stop it, I mentally scolded myself, his laugh is horrible. Only it wasn't and as the movie progressed I noticed that he was getting closer to me until our shoulders were touching.
I wasn't surprised, I mean the only reason he came over was for a quick fuck.
"So, you still bringing a date Friday night?" He suddenly asked me. "Yeah."
"Okay." He mumbled.
We sat there for another ten minutes when he put his arm around me.
I looked at him, fuck it, my mood was foul, maybe some good sex would make me feel better, and at least I knew with Matt the sex would be fabulous.
"I guess you want to fuck." I blurted.
He looked at me wide eyed. "Jesus Isla."
"Shut up." I said grabbing his face and kissing him.
I couldn't believe he was acting all shocked when I mentioned the real reason he was here.
Of course he didn't push me away, he pulled me into his arms and returned my kiss.
We sat there, kissing while the movie played in the background until eventually he picked me up in his arms and stood up.
"Where's your bedroom?" He asked.
"2nd door on the right."
He carried me into the room, laying me on the bed and I layed back, looking at him.
I really shouldn't be doing this, I thought as he layed next me, kissing me slowly, this relationship wasn't healthy, for either of us and I needed to put and end to it.
But not right now. He was undressing me slowly, kissing me everywhere and it felt so nice.
I could fall in love with him, easily. He was a really nice guy, he always treated me great and he was fabulous in bed.
Fuck. I needed to end this now.
"Matt." I whispered. "Stop."
"Mmmm." He said, kissing me softly. "Stop what?" He murmured, pushing himself slowly inside of me.
"Nothing." I moaned as he began moving.
I wrapped my arms around him and my legs, enjoying every second of it and as I came, he kissed my face softly, murmuring my name over and over. Oh god, it was always so good.
After it was finished, I rolled over, curling into a ball on my side waiting for Matt to leave. Only he didn't, he curled up behind, holding me in his arms as we both drifted off to sleep.
I would end this tomorrow. I had to end this. Only I didn't want to end this. My heart had other plans.
What a shame I was nothing more than a fuck to him.
