His Guilty Pleasure

Chapter Three

I laugh as Joe attempts to "charm" me. He joined me for coffee and I'm oddly having the best time ever. The dates I've been on before have never been this fun. Wait. I said dates...is this considered a date?

"So Danielle, how old are you? What do you do? What's your occupation?"

And there it is. This is where everything falls apart. He's gonna hear my age and we're done. Although we haven't really started anything yet.

"I'm seventeen and I do photography. I actually had a job in Florida but we moved. Leaving my life behind." I say. Photography. Maybe I can get some pictures while I'm here.

"Seventeen? Thought you were older. I'm twenty-eight. You okay with that?" Joe says. Twenty-eight. Damn. But he asked if I was okay with that. What could he mean?

"Am I okay with that? What do you mean?"

He stirs his coffee before laying those mesmerizing grey eyes on me.

"I like you. Id still like to be friends. If that's okay?"

Friends.

Damn.

"Yeah, that's perfect. I gotta go."

I'm so damn stupid. I stand up before my glossy eyes give away too much. I'm gonna cry.

"I'll see you around. Okay?"

I nod my head, "Thanks for coffee."

I'm in deep.

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My day consisted of redecorating with my mom. How fun. I tried not to think of Joe. Or his eyes. Or his sexy looks. I said I tried.

"Sweetie, get dressed. Davie wants us to meet him at Villà Towń. There's a work gathering and we will get to meet his parents!!" My mom squeals.

"Mom, why can't we stay in tonight? You haven't cooked in awhile. Home cooked meals are healthier." I whine. She pinches my cheek, making me growl.

"Nope! We're going and you're gon-"

A knock at the door interrupts mom from her thoughts.

"Come in, Joe!" She says. He strides in and I try to run.

"Joan and Danielle, hey. You look like you had fun fixing the place." Joe says. I ignore him. Rude, I know.

"We did. Like I was saying Danny, you're gonna go and have some fun. Maybe you'll meet a guy, you seem really lonely lately."

Joe chuckles and I blush red. She just said my nickname in front of this handsome man. Ugh.

"Thanks mom...."

I don't think I seem lonely. I'm just tired and lazy. Not lonely. Right?

    I pull on a tight black skirt with baby doll shoes and a black tank top.  Looks approval to me. I stomp into the room, startling Joe from whatever he was doing.

"Where's mom?" I question.

"Still getting dre-"

"Here I am! Do I look perfect enough for his parents? Is it too classy? Too much?" Mom blabbers.

"You look great but being late will ruin things." I mutter.

"You're right and don't mutter. Ladies open their lips." Mom says. We exit the apartment and head to the elevator. I try my best to exclude myself away from Joe. He seems not to notice. I guess he just doesn't like me that way. Nothing wrong with that..right?

"Oh man! I forgot the gift. I'll be back, you guys get in the car." Mom says. What?! Noooooo!!!!! We can't get in that elevator alone! I can't!

"Yes ma'am." Joe says. The elevator doors open and I'm forced to get in.

This can't get any worse.

"You like it here?" Joe questions.

"I've only been here for two days." I say.

"Long enough to explore something."

I shake my head. I wonder if they have an art museum here.

"Is there an art mus-"

Joe has his lips smashed against mine, feeling my body everywhere. I gasp and moan at the same time. The pressure on my lips somewhat hurts but I love the feeling. His teeth bite and nibble at my bottom lip, causing more moans. My hands tighten on his black shirt, begging for more. The elevator comes to a halt and I'm pushed away. Two older people step in and Joe greets them. The air seems tense for me but everyone else is calm. Joe just kissed me. To the fullest potential. Tongue and everything. Oh. Man. The elevator opens on to the third floor and the people step out leaving me with the sex god.

"Listen, Danielle. I don't know why I did that but it won't happen again so there's no need to tell Davie or your mom...Okay?" Joe says. What?! No. No. No.

"But I liked it...." I say. I look at him through my eyelashes, waiting on his reaction.

"Dear god, I did too. I'm fucked..."