I Think I'm Being Followed Chapter 3
Sarah:
After watching Jack and Jane leave, I wasn't exactly sure of what to do, I mean there I was, with this absolutely gorgeous, 6ft tall, blonde haired, hunk of a man, a complete Sex God, for lack of a better term, and I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. Luckily, I was the only one feeling incredibly intimidated, at least I think I was, if what Matt said was any indication.
'So, what would you like to do with me tonight, beautiful?' I could hear the confidence and sex appeal, in his voice, and for some reason, I liked it.
'Well...' I answered, 'I thought we could start with some drinks' and without waiting for him to answer, I headed towards the miniscule kitchen I shared with Jane, opening the fridge I pulled out a few cans of beer - not exactly my taste but it would have to do - and was about to turn towards Matt, when I heard him come towards me, and as if he knew what I wanted and was deliberately teasing me, he put his well-defined arms around me, only to take the cans out of my hands, mumbling 'thanks' and heading in the direction of the sofa.
He didn't sit down immediately, and I assumed he was waiting for me; I walked towards him, doing my best to create an air of confidence around myself. As I settled down amongst the cream coloured sofa cushions, I motioned for him to join me, he did so, and reached over to hand me a can of the beer he had placed on the coffee table, he pressed the still cool can into my hands, keeping his fingers close to mine for a few seconds longer than normal.
I felt my pulse quicken, although unsure why, and used my waist-length hair to mask the red-hot feeling on my cheeks, I was sure I was blushing.
If Matt noticed this, he didn't show it, choosing instead to open his can, and take a drink, hoping that my face had returned to its normal colours, I looked up at him, keeping my eyes on his, blinking slowly and deliberately, not saying a word. I'd hoped he would get the message, evidently not. I didn't let this get to me, choosing instead to smile slightly before excusing myself and going into the bathroom.
Once there, I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my perfect make-up and amazingly straight hair, I used a manicure pamphlet to fan myself, and managed to shake off the nerves that had been running riot inside me.
I waited 5 minutes for my breathing to return to normal, then washed my hands and stepped back into the living room.
As I entered, Matt looked up, and from the look in his eyes I thought he was as nervous about this as I was, however that look disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, being replaced instead with one of confidence.
He immediately stood up, and walked quickly towards me before I could stop him, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, he stopped in front of me, and standing just a little closer than what society deems acceptable in ordinary conversation, smiled, and said 'So gorgeous, have you got anything else planned for this evening, or was the plan just to get me drunk?'
Unsure of what to say, I stepped closer to him, closing the gap between us, and using my left hand, took hold of his right arm, I could feel the well defined muscles there.
He didn't pull away, and I felt a rush of heat turn my face scarlet. I used my free hand to pull him closer still, and ignoring the thoughts in the back of my mind, ran my hand down his chest and stomach, then back up, stopping when I reached his chest again, here I placed my hand firmly, and with the intention of feeling his heart rate speed up, pressed our bodies further together still, and it had the desired affect.
Everything was happening so quickly, and even though I had only just met Matt, I knew this was exactly what I wanted, he and I together.
He wanted me, I could tell, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him, I lifted my lips to his, but stopped just short of contact, he had leaned in as well, and pulling away slightly I heard his sharp intake of breath, he was holding back.
'Tease.' I heard him mumble, and I laughed, 'It's more fun this way...'
