Obligation (18+)

sex dies

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Cecilia

A waitress comes to our table and hands us our drinks and I can't help but stare into James's eyes. I also can't help but think about how I totally should've fixed his belt last night. But with Andrew nearby, that would've been extremely risky and well, sex outside in the winter isn't exactly a fantastic idea. Not that we are ever going to engage in any of that type of activity anytime soon though.

"Here's your water Miss," the waitress gives me a look. She then turns to James and leans over to hand him his drink and practically pulls her boobs out. Her chest basically yells out 'stuff your face in here' and James looks at me, scratching the back of his neck.

"I-uh, sorry..." he trails off, looking for the girl's name tag. "oh, Francesca, yeah sorry but I'm already busy with someone else's chest." He winks at me and I raise my eyebrows, smirking.

"At least I've got a chest," she glares at me and I take a sip of my water.

"At least I've got someone who likes mine."

Francesca's jaw drops. As she stomps away from our table, I laugh into a napkin. I look at James and raise my eyebrows for the fiftieth time, referring to what he had just told the girl.

"What?" he questions me.

"You're busy," I say. "with my chest. Out of anything you could say, I didn't expect to hear that."

"It's not like it's untrue," he shrugs.

"Good one, Stephens," I chuckle.

"I'm serious, Anderson," James stares straight into my soul as if I am the thing he wants most; sex.

"W-What?" This should not be a surprise by now. But for some reason, it is. "I-I mean I don't know what to say." Damn, Cecilia, do you have a speech impairment?

"You don't have to say anything," he replies, getting extremely cocky.

Once we get our food from a different server, it's silent until we leave and even then, neither of us can think of anything reasonable to talk about. The amount of tension I'm feeling between the two of us is almost uncomfortable. Yet I find myself kind of liking it. It's somewhat different from the tension we feel during James's appointments. This time, it's mixed with lust and desire; two similar things with completely different needs. We sit down in his car for a few moments before I break the silence.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" I whisper.

"Hmm?" he glances at me.

"Like go somewhere?" I say.

The air between us changes and my heart races. "Where do you think we should go?"

"I don't know."

"How about we go to my place for a change?" he suggests. I swear, I get turned on a little.

"Whatever is good with you, I'm good with," I reply while he starts the car.

-

My eyes adjust to the city's darkness and I see a few men smoking a joint in an alley.

"No, her ass is mighty fine mate," I overhear one of the guys say. They must be Australian.

"A'ight Mike, bet," another guy laughs.

"Fine, how about we eat each of their arses..." Someone come get their man.

I quickly walk away, completely disturbed and shiver. I spy a Starbucks in the distance and slip inside the shop. The workers jump in surprise that I'm even here at this late hour.