The Bartender

Chapter 9

I grab my things and exit Marcus' apartment without checking for the door to close properly behind me. After the elevator takes me down to the lobby and I exit, I am stopped by the head security guy at the desk. 

"Pardon me, miss," he says. "I have your key right here and in this envelope is the security code for the entrance at every time of the day." He hands me the card and an envelope. 

"Thank you," I stare at the floor, feeling like a mistress or some kind of a slut who Marcus is bedding. I can't explain the feeling and why it hits me but just the way the guard looks at me, all the feelings of guilt and unhappiness somehow overpowers my head. 

I thank him once again and get out of there. I need to get home, change clothes and get to work. And then I remember that I need to talk to Shanon about Marcus. I still can't believe she set me up with him. We were supposed to be sisters but I know now there stuff between us that isn't just between us anymore. 

I stop a taxi on the street and get in. 

"9th and Lex, please."

Marcus' mouth is on mine and I am dying to bite his lip. I am fulfilled with every sexual idea possible but I am afraid to say or do anything. He kisses me, moves his lips over my jaw, then down to my neck and sucks. I can literally feel the pressure of his mouth, sucking my skin. With every kiss and touch, he moves lower and lower, until his mouth is on my tummy. He looks up to me, smiles and moves even lower. 

His fingers glide through my lips and then plunges two fingers in me. I grip them hard, feeling him circling them and then pushing harder inside. His thumb circles on my clit and I get heated even more. My body begins to move involuntarily against his palm, wanting more and more. I get a fistful of the sheet and throw my head back in complete ecstasy. 

"I love you like this," he kisses the inner side of my thigh. "Lost in my touch, your body driving and speeding through this moment." 

This is how it was for us just a couple of hours ago. 

And because it was the best sex I've had in my life, I wanted to do that again and again. My brain lost contact with my heart, the inner animal taking possession of my body and directing me to the man who I only just met. Somehow I felt different.

I entered my apartment with only 20 minutes to spare. I had to get changed, take something from the fridge so I could eat in the taxi and rush to work. Shanon had left me a note on the fridge's door: "Away for the weekend and Monday. Should get back on Tuesday evening.''

I snorted at her note and tore it down from the door. No apology, nothing.

I had no time to waste and hopped in the cab with just minutes to spare. 

***

"So there won't be any complications?" I ask for the third time and Paul Degnochi nods again. 

"I know I sound like a broken record, but I just wanted to make absolutely sure." 

I'm glad for the meeting taking only an hour and I glance at the watch on my wrist. It's seven past nine and I feel anxious as fuck. 

The check gets taken care of by my assistant, and I almost sprinted out of the restaurant. I hop in my car, ignore the seatbelt sign and speed down the freeway. I still wasn't sure if she'd come back or would she face the real fact and run away from what seemed perfect.

Well, I thought it was. 

Now, I just needed to convince Jen to see it as well.