Vanilla Sex

Little Angels and Cheap Feels

"Thank God, your husband is here?"

"What?" Emma asked in a dazed voice. "I don't have a husband."

It was clear that no one was paying any attention to her. Emma stared at the man who had just walked into her hospital room. She could honestly say that she had no idea who he was. He did seem slightly familiar, like someone you passed on the street occasionally. She was pretty sure she did not know this man.

"How's our lovely patient?" His voice was rough and deep and delicious. Okay, she freely admitted that she loved deep voices. She loved the vibrations it was like ear candy. This still didn't change the fact that she didn't know him.

"Her vitals are good. Sadly, she still appears to be suffering from some memory loss. We also have the surgery schedule for tomorrow."

"Argh, there is nothing wrong with my memories. And who the hell are you?" She said looking at the man who claimed to be her husband.

"And what surgery are you talking about." Honestly, she was really tired of trying to figure this all out.

The two men shared a look. It was the look, you know the look that they give to each other when they think the opposite sex is being ridiculous. Emma had seen that look a lot. Everyone loved to give her that damn look, evenly Kingsley. It drove her nuts.

"Don't worry just give her time. I will give you some privacy and see my other patients."

"Hmm, hello, what about my privacy?"

"Sweetie, let the doctor go make his rounds."

"Sweetie?"

The man seat down on the chair by the bed and grabbed her hand tenderly. "You know when we first met you all but molested me?"

" What?" She grabbed her hand back in shock, was that a screech? Oh god , her vocal chords were taking on a life of their own.

"It's true," he stated smugly.

"Who exactly are you?"

He shook his had sadly. "I don't know where to start. Do you remember breaking up with Brad?"

Oh my God, had she lost her memories? "I didn't break up with Brad, he dumped me."

"Ouch, I was sort of hoping you forgot that. I know it hurt you an awful lot. I am assuming that you remember what excuse he gave you when he decided to end things."

Emma nodded her had, she wish she could forget that.

"Well you decided you were going to change."

Emma nodded her in agreement. She did remember thinking that she had to change, so far his story was lining up to her memories.

HE WENT ON, "The day I met you was the day you decided that you were tired of being reliable, dependable and boring. "

"What?" Why did she just feel like she had been insulted. She had never told anyone she felt that way. Yes, it might have been implied but she was not the type of person to just blurt those things out to a stranger.

He nodded his head. "It's true, I promise."

Emma blinked, he sounded sincere, but she really had no recollection of this man and she definitely could not imagine groping some stranger. Without a dout, he was a good looking man and maybe it she was really determined to change she could possibly see herself with someone like him. She studied him some more. The suit he was wearing seemed to fit akward on his body. Almost as if he purchased the item and left it in his closet for a few yew years. The should were too tight and the sleeves appeared to short. The suit itself was good quality but it just didn't fit him. He seemed more like an outdoor type of person than a business man. His tan and callus hand attested to that fact too.

"So you're saying I hitted on you and we got married?" She almost choked on the word married.

He shook his head "No, nope that is not how it happened?"

"Thank God" Emma said

"You asked me to have sex with you."

Emma could feel hear jaw hit her lap. "Nooooo"

"Yessss, you said you like my abs and that I was good looking."

"I did?"

"When I open my pants and slid my legs between yours, you were moaning. I thought you were going to come." He seemed to perk up at that memory.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Should I get you some water? Your face is red." He stated all this before he slapped a hand on her forehead.

"You don't feel warm, " he said reassuringly.

Emma knocked his hand away. She could understand why the medical staff believed this man, hell she was starting to believe him, he was way to confident.

"Where exactly did we meet?" She was almost affraid to know the answer.

"You forgot where we met?" He seemed disappointed.

"I am definitely going to have to work harder to make you remember. You were the most beautful woman in the room. You had on a red thong and you keept tugging on your dress. I told myself that I had to meet the little angel who had just came in. You laughed at me and started touching me."

" Little Angel? Wait, I jst started touching you?"

"Hmm, yeah. Your friends were there too. I think they were a little jealous that I approached you as soon as you entered. "

"They were? I was touching you?" Okay, she needed some clarifactiion bcause this just did not sound like her.

"Hmm, you rubbed your pretty little hands up and down my chest. I got chills, I knew then and there that you were the one. " He stated grabbing her hand and placing it on a very hard, musclar chest.

Yes, she was human and she could't resist feeling that hard chest. He smiled and stated casually, "you touched me with a little more pressure. It was like an appetizer of the events to come. I couldn't wait to get inside you."

She felt a little tingle, the man definitely had a way with words. "So we did it that night? " She asked. Why did she have no recollection, it was almost like hearing a story about someone else.

"No," he said shaking his head sadly.

"I wanted too, " he added.

"You have no idea how bad I wanted to be inside you, but t wasn't meant to be."

"I don't understand, what happened? If I wanted to have sex with you and you wanted to have sex with me, then why didn't we?"

He smiled and said, "Your ex was there too with another girl. "

"Brad?"

"Yes, of course Brad. How many ex's do you have? Anyway, when he saw you he got really irate."

"He did?"

"Yes, I think he lost it."

"Lost it?" Emma repeated the words, feeling as though she was missing something vital.

"Yep, poor Vanessa."

"Vanessa? Who is Vanessa?" She choked on the words.

"Sweetie, she's the girl Brad was with."

"Oh, Brad, Girl? Why don't I remember this?" She moaned.

"Well, you are in the hospital," he said.