Holt's Holding (9 page)

“Where would you like me to start Brady? Do I start with my
light blue laced bra and panties…the ones you picked out while we were shopping
at the Galleria….or would you like me to describe the silk nude thigh high
stockings with the lace detail?” I grinned
laughing,
I
knew this was more for Charlie since he obviously liked watching me dress this
morning.

“Yeah…I remember that set…definitely my favorite. Are you
wearing heels?” he asked

“But of course…nude…Gucci” Yes this was undeniably fun. I
could hear his breathing as it
became labored
.

“Fuck…” he screamed cussing a few more
times,
I could tell he must have spilled coffee or something extremely hot on himself.

“Ok, Brady
stop
jerking off, and
tell me why you called.” I laughed.

I looked back up at Charlie, and he was wide-eyed and
staring at me. Obviously, he was listening to every word.

Again, with the eyes…his hungry and lusting eyes were
barring into me.

I shook my head and walked from the kitchen waiting for
Brady’s response.

“So…Now that I’m utterly undone with your detailed
description” he paused.

Not affording him the opportunity to talk, “Oh did Brady
not get laid last night…is this why I’m sensing so much frustration in your
voice.”

“Hmm, did you?” he rebutted.

“Brady, honestly I left with Chris…No shit I didn’t get
laid. I think
that’s
pretty definite. Been there done
that, and have no plans of revisiting. Where you had her almost begging for
it…How did you fuck that up?” I grabbed my earrings and put them on waiting for
his response.

Walking back to the kitchen, Charlie was once more on his
phone sitting at the counter with his laptop opened, and firing up. Based on
the way he was dressed it looked as if he would be here all day.

He was in a light orange button down shirt opened at the
collar,
untucked
, and rolled at the sleeves.

Odd, he was wearing a worn pair of jeans and barefoot. His
hair was messy but in a devilishly sexy way. He was without a doubt an alluring
man.

“Yeah, I can’t go there with her.” Brady sighed

“Why? She clearly wants you to bend her
over
.
Be a man and just fuck her already. It’s starting to bother me, and you know
me, I don’t give a shit about your sex life.” I opened the fridge knowing that
my conversation was crude and probably not the best to be had around someone
whom
didn’t
know me. Nevertheless, I
didn’t
care. Looking at the contents, I added more of a
thought, “Ok then it’s clear you need to get laid and for whatever the reason
you seem to have no balls when it comes to her.
 
Well, I say we remedy this tonight”

“Are you offering your services?”

“Brady that’s gross…Now your just crossing really gross
boundaries, we don’t live in West Virginia.” I pulled the yogurt out of the
fridge and closed it. Turning to the counter where Charlie was sitting and
intently appraising me. His hand rubbing at his chin, head cocked to the side.
Perhaps my conversation was a bit crude. However, his comfort with what I was
talking about well,
wasn’t
my concern nor should it
be.

“If only I was a woman,” Brady replied

“You behave like one at times,” I offered teasingly while
looking at Charlie. “And if only I was a man. Actually scratch that, I like my
tits.”

“Nice…but let’s face it…being a woman has its advantages
when it comes to get laid.” He added quickly.

“I sense a bet coming on”

“That’s my girl...” he replied knowing I had just cut to
the chase.

“So Brady what are we wagering for?”

“Hmm, good question”

“How about I make this easy on you….
Male
or female, which ever you prefer.
Normal limits apply of whom is off the
table oh and I’ll be sure to help you find or handle your own needs…” I grinned
still locked in a weird gaze with Charlie.

“And if you don’t succeed?” Brady added

“I always win Brady. How about this to add to the fun, my
challenge is Sam. I think
that’s
pretty easy pickings
for you.
Plus
, I’m tired of watching you drop the ball
consistently. What does she need a sign that says, “Fuck me” or are you too
afraid?” I bit my lip amused with myself, and I could tell Charlie was enjoying
my conversation with Brady.

“She is an off limit Lil.” His voice seemed to sober up.
Shit, he had feelings for her, wow.

“Fine, off limit.
Your
no fun! So what do I get out of this wager when you’re
taking my fun out of it?” I pouted

“You get laid if you succeed, isn’t that enough?” he
replied.

“Not quite … Pickings are slim these days Brady.
 
Let’s
face it, I
could laid easily, but that doesn’t mean I’ll get off. See,
there’s
the advantage of having a cock. You can pretty much stick it in anyone and cum,
as women, there is where the field
is leveled
. Just
because, I can get laid easier than you, doesn’t mean it’s worth my time.” I
cocked my head appraising Charlie as he lowered his expression and shook his
head in amusement.

“Very true.
 
You do have a point there.” He laughed

“So Mosaic?”
I
offered

“Yup…10?”
Brady
was quick to respond

“Why not?
I
promised Sam drinks prior, so ten it is. Should I bring her with?”

“Why not” he sighed, “Oh, you and Corey have a gig on the
plaza?”

“No, just an open invitation if I want it.
 
Corey wants me to, but I prefer smaller
venues.
 
Depends on if
the mood strikes me.
 
Singing
isn’t
in my future and Corey pushes me too much.

Looking to Charlie, I
couldn’t
pull my eyes away from him. He once more, raised his expression
to mine, his eyes hungry and trapping me in place
.

Whoa, what effect did he have over me?

“Brady, I’ll call you from the car,” I offered in a smooth
tone caught up in some weird exchange with Charlie.

“Oh, we need to discuss the other thing too”, he added
quickly.

“Sounds terrific”.
I
ended the call and placed my phone in my purse.

Charlie was still watching me intently, and I felt frozen.
Flashes from my dream felt hauntingly real and surfaced thru my mind. Yes, I
was in need.

My desire growing, becoming consumed with the fantasy and
the man who sat before me.

Shit…I needed sex and felt like I would combust, so the bet
seemed like a good idea.

“You sing?”
 
He
looked to me surprised.

“Not really.”
 
I
offered coolly.
 
“Use to when I was
younger.
 
I only preform when my friend
manipulates me into it or I need a release.”

“Huh, wouldn’t take you for someone whom is manipulated
easily.”
 
He grinned with a very sinister
look on his face.

“I don’t.
 
But
occasionally, if the mood is right, Corey knows how to read me.”

“Boyfriend?”
 
He slighted his head looking for an answer.

“No.
 
Friend,
that’s
a man.
 
I
don’t
do relationships Charlie.
 
Too much work and too much
baggage.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”
 
He stood up and stretched. Shit, my eyes
found their way to his waist as his shirt rose slightly giving me a glimpse of
his skin.
 
Jesus, the man
was built
.
 
His skin
taunt and that beautifully perfect v cut
was
slightly
exposed.
 
I could feel my cheeks flush
and a real hunger develop with in me.
 
My
eyes traveled slowly up his body and I was sure he could tell I was more than
appreciating the view.
 
Dropping my eyes
to the sink, I shook my head laughing at myself internally for such a
display.
 
Raising my sight to his, he
moved slowly at first.

Before I knew it, Charlie snaked himself around the
counter.

My eyes trapped in his; followed him as my body froze in
place. He stopped just mere inches behind me and leaned in. My breath hitched
and my skin heated about ten degrees.

He leaned over as his hand depressed the lowest point of my
back and placed his coffee cup down in the sink.
 
He paused slightly and his lips curled up in
a devious smile.
 
Then move his head
slightly away from me.

Shit, I thought he was about to kiss me.

Relief and disappointment quickly blanketed me and broke my
stare.
turning
down to the cup. I
couldn’t
help the grin on my face.

“You look flushed Lillian,” He whispered into my neck.
There was something terribly seductive about hearing him say my name in that
English accent of his, that had me weak in the knees.

“Oh fuck…Off Limits Off limits,” I repeated.

“And what’s off limits?”
 
His heated breath hit my neck sending me down a spiral of need.
 
Shit if he thought me to be flustered before,
I could only imagine what he thought of me now.

Shit, I
didn’t
mean to say it
aloud.

I sucked in a breath, and focused my eyes out to the
windows.

His body was now entirely behind me; his hands were
cautiously skirting up and at my hips.

In an uncontrolled reaction to moving myself, push into
him. His hand quickly grabbing me firm I could feel his arousal standing to
attention and pressing into my backside.
 
Oh dear lord I just wanted to melt into his body.
 
Feeling his arousal in my
back
side
had me desperate for air.

Oh, fuck me! That was precisely, what I wanted from him, at
this very moment.

Pursing my lips tight, I needed to remind myself that this
would be a terribly poor idea. Normally, I was no stranger to bad ideas, but he
was Julie’s brother and an entanglement I could not afford.

“Charlie, I need to go to work.” I whispered, desperate to
get my head out of the fog.

“I suppose you do”, he leaned into the side of my face.

“Charlie?”

“Yes, Lillian.”

“Please remove your hands from my hips.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he released his hold and pushed
off me. The break was what I needed.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to crowd you; seemed like you
were going to fall back.”

I turned and paused knowing he was full of shit.

I clearly felt his arousal, as he intended me too. Biting
my lip, I looked up to his very devious expression. Yes, I knew that expression
well.
One that has marked my face, many times before.

I cocked my head and grinned.
 
“Yeah”…the sarcasm
wasn’t
hidden in my reply. I pursed my lips tight and walked from him to my room
shaking my head. I liked his tactics, but they
would be
better served
on some one less astute to his game.
 
Fuck, for a second there, I was almost putty
in his attempt.
 
Jesus,
was he a match for me.

I grabbed my computer bag then went back to the kitchen for
my purse. Charlie had left the room. Thank god. Reaching my purse there stood
a to
go cup ready and waiting.

Hmm, he made my coffee for me.

I grabbed my purse and the coffee walking toward the door.
Pausing, I took
one more dangerous pull of his scent, which
now enveloped my apartment
.
Walking out.
I
closed the door shaking my head. The next few days were going to be difficult
for me, and I
couldn’t
deny it.

The cat and mouse game he just started was hard for me to
walk from. However, I had to. He was off limits.

I’m
starting to hate those
two little words. Stepping into the elevator, my phone was again buzzing.

“Good Morning Mr. Leiber.”

“Good Morning Ms. Holt. It appears that our new owners have
closed us down today for some restructuring. You get a three day weekend so
enjoy it; for next week may turn out to be extremely busy.”