Wrecked (6 page)

“Hello Professor,” Mylie said quietly.

Why did she refuse to call me by my name? At least she wasn’t calling me
asshole
or
idiot
anymore. It was progress. She was being cordial even after I had been rude.

“Lovely to see you again, Mylie,” I replied. I could be polite, too.

“Oh. Yes, I forgot you two know each other,” Mrs. Pierson murmured.

I couldn’t help but feel bad for Mrs. Pierson. I knew she wanted this to be a set-up, but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Yes, we met–,” Mylie lowered her voice, the pain still evident in her eyes.

“We run the same trail,” I finished.

She gave a brief nod and a tight smile.

“I will go and get tea. Trevor dear, please help me?” Trevor’s grandmother asked, urging him to follow her.

“Mrs. Pierson, I’d be happy to help,” Mylie interjected.

“Nonsense Mylie, you go ahead and make yourself at home. We will be back in a jiffy,” Mrs. Pierson responded.

They vacated the sitting room, leaving us with the mounting tension. She crossed her right leg over her left and started to bob it up and down nervously. I couldn’t help but watch the muscles flex in her smooth legs.

“See something you like?” she whispered huskily.

I almost believed that I had imagined it. I gazed up and saw the hunger in her eyes. I clenched my jaw to check my urge to answer her honestly. Lord knew those eyes were trouble.

“Just admiring the view since you leave nothing to the imagination,” I replied.

FUCK! Why do I always have to sound like such an asshole?

“Ah. Well, what can I say? I just love to leave men like you with a good case of blue balls,” she retorted.

I choked on my spit and went into a full blown coughing fit. She laughed, and her dazzling smile lit up her gorgeous face. She got up from her seat and walked to me. I watched her hips sway as she walked towards me in her fuck-me pumps. I saw those stilettos and couldn’t help but think,
damn, handle bars
.

“All right cowboy.” She lifted my arms, and it sent a shock straight through each nerve ending. “This will expand the lungs,” she whispered and peered into my eyes.

Her scent of jasmine, lily-of-the-valley, and a light hint of vanilla and musk was intoxicating. My coughing ceased, but she still held my arms with our eyes locked on each other. I stared at her cherry lips, and she slightly parted them. I felt the warmth of her breath on my skin and detected a freshness of mint.

What it would be like to taste those lips upon mine? To finally experience the warmth of her delicious mouth on my body as she lingered in the crevices of my neck and back?

Damn, I was fully erect.

The rattle of the tea service released us from our trance. She turned around and walked toward her seat. She had a perfect ass. Was there nothing I could find wrong with her?

“I do hope you like Earl Grey tea, Professor James?” Trevor’s grandmother asked as she approached the sitting room. She smiled warmly and killed the remnants of my erection.

Chapter Five

Mylie

I peered out of the window of our Victorian staring at the river view behind our home. I recalled the day’s events, and I kept asking myself,
could this day get any worse?
The answer was
it could
, and it did.

Tea was the disaster of all disasters. The hours of friendly conversation with my wonderful neighbor Mrs. J.J. Pierson were ruined when I realized that my distraction was none other than the asshole. The afternoon was spent in amiable banter, but the tension could be cut with a knife.

My reprieve arrived in the form of Natalie, and thankfully the focus was no longer on the set up. Instead it shifted the conversation towards her thesis. She was a lovely person, but her passion was photography, and Trevor, being a lawyer, was not very supportive. It was evident that he wanted nothing more than a trophy wife, and they were only together because of their families. I wondered often if love was a figment of our imaginations or did it really exist?

More than anything, I wished I had my mother. She could give me advice and answer the hundreds of questions I had. The pang of grief from years of being lost and alone, combined with the memory of my parents’ tragic death, kept me awake at night.

“Hey,” my brother’s voice distracted me from my musings. I sighed inwardly because I knew this would be awkward.

“Hey, yourself,” I replied.

I didn’t turn to look at him and remained focused on the river.

“How was tea?” he asked.

Nik’s question brought the memory of afternoon. The way the asshole stared at my legs as I walked into the room, and again later, made my blood pressure rise. Lord, I had never been so brash in my life, yet I said exactly what I was thinking. I couldn’t deny it: I had enjoyed his attention, at least until he spoke.

The way he degraded me made me mad, but I also wanted to pin his body to mine. I wanted to bite and scratch him while he filled me. No matter how much I fought the desire, the truth was, I wanted him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. This wasn’t good. He slept with students, he was Pointe Hope’s biggest asshole, and he was gorgeous. I was so screwed.

“It was fine,” I replied noncommittally.

My monotone must have rubbed Nik the wrong way because he mumbled something and left. I heard the door close with the faint clicking of the lock, and then I heard the engine of his car as he drove away.
What was I going to do?
I went into my room and got dressed. I slipped on a halter style black dress with a low cut V-neck. My cleavage was blatantly obvious while the dress hugged every curve I had. I paired it with red, platform stilettos and a red clutch.

My hair was still fixed with curls, and I put it in a twist to bare my back. A long chain dangled to the curve of my behind, drawing attention to it. I looked into the full-length mirror and had to admit, I looked and felt sexy. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Reinforcements.

Group Message: Diana, Malory, and Rhonda

Me: Patron!

Rhonda: HELL YEAH!

Diana: Yum… Yes!

Malory: Way ahead of you. See you soon.

We arrived at Patron, a nightclub close to the coast. I loved driving here because the smell of salty air always made me feel refreshed. Diana wore a black mini dress with gold and black stilettos, while Rhonda wore a white long- sleeved floral lace mesh dress that showcased her amazing body. However, it was Malory who took the gold for the hottest outfit of the night, wearing not nearly enough clothing. She wore a beige and black lace mini dress with a sweetheart neckline and open cross straps on both sides. It was evident she could not wear underwear with her dress, and the men ogling her knew it. It was also obvious that she had been here a while. We walked towards her stool at the bar, and her electric blue eyes locked on us before she jumped down and started to run to us.

“I am so glad you guys came out tonight!” She was tipsy but not drunk, so I wasn’t too worried.

“Why are you here?” I asked her.

The pain flashed in her eyes as quickly as her smile appeared. “Oh you know, I had a date, but it didn’t work out.”

Her slight shrug couldn’t hide the fact that she was hurt. I wouldn’t press her. She would talk about it when she was ready.

“Let’s dance!” Rhonda said as she dragged us to the dance floor.

The songs made my body move, and I love the thumping of the bass. Minutes flew by as we danced. With each movement I felt my worries, fears, and pain fade away. I was free, even if just for now. It wasn’t until I felt heat from a body pressed firmly behind me that I knew I was no longer alone. I knew he was tall since I was nearly 5’10” in these heels, and I could feel that he was still a head taller than me.

He wrapped his strong arms around my small waist bringing me closer to his chest. My mind wanted to reject this intrusion, but I pictured the Asshole, and so I let it continue, and we danced. Our bodies grinded against one another, and I turned around and wrapped my arms around his broad neck, my chest pressed against his muscular chest in a tight black t-shirt. I looked up to see the most dazzling man in the club, blonde hair longer than I usually liked, but still very sexy, green eyes, and a chiseled jaw. His body was extraordinary, and I rubbed my hands against his firm chest. Finally, a distraction!

“You want a drink?” he asked. His baritone voice was incredibly sexy, but I shook my head. He smiled, and his pearly whites revealed a set of dimples and made the mischief in his eyes twinkle like disco balls. “My name is Xavier.”

I gasped and stopped dancing, gaped at this man, and he tilted his head and pulled me close enough where my mouth was close to his ear.

“That was my dad’s name.”

“Is that so,” he said into my ear, his sweet breath sent goose bumps on my skin on every inch of my body. I nodded weakly. “Well, it’s a good name,” he said.

That it was.

Damien

Other than your heart

You never want to admit that you were falling for a chick, at least for the average guy that was. I recalled dear old Mom’s advice:

“Damien, you have to be sensitive to someone else’s feelings.”

Hello, news flash, I barely deal with mine, and I ignore them 99% of the time. Now I have to care about some chick’s? Yeah right!

“Listen to her hopes and dreams.
”

No one listened to mine, why should I give a fuck about hers? Next!

“Fulfill her every desire.”

Hmm…
well... that might not be too bad.

But, the truth was, no one had prepared me for this feeling. It was bad enough that I had to endure her presence all afternoon during tea. I watched her cherry lips take hesitant sips of tea while her nose wrinkled slightly. The simple body language allowed me to understand her, and she clearly was not a fan of Earl Grey tea. However, neither was I, which told me that she was tough.

She finished her tea and never once showed her discomfort, which told me she was polite. Lastly, the tension was thick in the room, but she never acknowledged it, which told me she had a wall. If that wasn’t enough, she left first. Then Trevor walked Natalie to her car and allowed Mrs. Pierson a moment alone with me.

“She has had a hard life Damien; please be careful with her heart, for she still believes in true love.” She smiled and followed Trevor to the door.

In one sentence, Mrs. Pierson completely flipped my way of thinking. It had never occurred to me that there was a beautiful woman who believed in true love but had lived a hard life. She was truly someone to respect and admire, that was until I walked into the club.

The electricity spiked dangerously as soon as I saw her walk into Patron’s. Trevor was in the back with Tracy, doing only Lord knows what with his fling from the coast. I was having fun with Stephanie, her clueless, yet fuckable friend. She was talking some nonsense about the Kardashians, when I saw the dress Mylie was wearing. I became instantly erect. I wanted to butt in and give her my coat. However, the quartet went to the dance floor with the sexy blonde leading the way.

I watched them, just like all of the other men in the club. They looked hot, and I was wasting my time with Trevor and his duo of Dumb and Dumber. I turned back to Dumber AKA Stephanie, and she had a vacant look on her face. That’s when a very tall, muscular guy walked by us. He looked a lot like a Chris Hemsworth knockoff, with his long hair. I didn’t pay him much mind until I saw he was dancing with my girl!

What the fuck? Did I just say my girl?

I watched as he pressed his body against hers. She tensed for a just a moment before she started to dance with him. The situation had my blood boiling.

“So what do you do for a living?” Dumber popped her gum and was trying to make chit chat.

I needed to be polite, so I simply replied, “I’m a lawyer.”

“Oooh a lawyer!” she squealed like a pig, and I shuddered.

“Do you want to go back to my place?” she asked flirtatiously.

“No,” I replied, rather abruptly.

She looked deflated, like she had never heard the word
no
and wasn’t sure what to do.

“Don’t take it personally, but I’m just not interested,” I further elaborated.

She flinched, and I didn’t bother to stop to care that I had shattered her ego. I went to the dance floor and saw that Mylie had her body pressed against the wannabe. His mouth was near her ear, and she was gaping.

Oh hell no, she likes this douche?

She smiled at him, and it was enough for me. I walked behind her, and I was about to tap her shoulder when her friend bumped into me.

“Oops, sorry. I–,” she didn’t finish her sentence, and I knew exactly what I had to do.

“No problem at all. Hey, you want to dance?”

She nodded her head. She was cute, black hair and edible brown eyes. The up-tempo track finished and a reggaeton song came on. I pulled her closer feeling her double D’s against my chest.