As he brought himself up from the floor, he bucked his trousers back up. His dark eyes met mine and he did that side smirk that got me into this mess in the first place. "chin up babe, don't make all my hard work for nothing." scoffing at his "performance" remark I started to dress up. As if by request his hands lingered as I bent down. Picking up what barely counted as clothes, smelling the bourbon that filled many glasses last night. Dressing the way I did, "no wonder this happened." not, sure whether it was regret or accomplishment she felt. my inner analysis was shook by the cocky man behind me. Within a blink, the circumstances became to 'touchy' and just sat down on the carpeted floor. I glared at the pile of shit not too far from me. His stuff mostly, smothered in some bottles of wine, and a cheap pack of cigarettes. Again his. the heat from his presence staggered over to me and crouched to my level. maybe the testosterone levels were hoping for a rematch. My attention should be on to un-nuding myself, I watched him through the bed hair, the result of hairspray and the nights various positions. "You can't do that in here!" I found the words spilling out as, a cigarette stuck between his lips, started coming to life. As the smoke left his mouth, there was a smug grin taking over. As I moved towards my shoes, ultimately furthering my departure, arms pulled me toward him. Backwards. All the groaning and the crude words I was going to spit out, became internalized as I backed up into his grasp. "Where do you need to be right now?" his husky voice trickling down my spine. "work." I managed to get out, with keeping the colour from rising trying to my cheeks. Shoeless I actively directed myself on pulling up and not ripping my tights. "Right now?" he teased, his tone, velvety smooth. "Yeah..righ-" I shut my mouth, unable to finish myself thanks to the deep sensations moving down my neck. A thin gasp escaped me. The warm air that blew out as he smiled at his handy work. Hot, wet, with the occasional bites, blanked my mind. "What you say you let me help you out with that?" I heard, as my tights rolled down my thighs. The gentle baring of my skin, let out a small, but heard moan. An arm wrapped its way around my neck as I let go. "There we go..that's a good girl.." I leaned into him, almost instantly.
That day I was late for work. Very late. I left the hotel two hours later than expected. On the taxi ride home, my phone blinked. It read "tomorrow you'll be hurting ;)" I groaned, louder than expected. "Boy trouble?" a voice startled me. Looking up, I saw the driver eyeing me from the reer view mirror. "You don't know half of it.." I said as my head banged against the foggy window.
