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  “Hey!” I protest, “Clothes.” I give in a Duh kind of tone as I say it.

  “Fuck clothes. My place- my rules. I just decided this should be a naked weekend, no clothes...” He continues to yank me along as he exits the doorway and heads down the hall.

  “The hell you say! I’m getting my panties and bra, thanks very much.” It’s a challenge to which he responds by halting abruptly, and swinging around so I run into him and bounce backwards a little. Shit! I almost lose my nerve, the contact between us is electric and so is the way he is looking at me, I step back immediately, but he doesn’t release my hand.

  “You can try.” He says, eyes burning at me like if I try, I won’t win.

  “Try?” I say sarcastically.

  “That’s right. You can try. You can go for those panties, but I am going to make it impossible. Do it. Go for them. See how far you get!” he steps in towards me. Jesus! I take a step backwards and want to hit myself, Dipshit! Now he knows you’re back peddling! I chastise myself and regain composure and try to look unintimidated by his challenge.

  “Why, what are you gonna do?” I ask crossing my arms in front of my body. The energy between us charging fast. I know the answer to that question. I’m not going to get those panties on, he will take them, then me. I won’t make it far, either way he wins! Cocky little shit! So infuriating!

  “You know exactly what I’m going to do. Well? Tell me what you choose. Food, or panties?” he says in a low voice, he’s toying with me and he’s damn well enjoying it! Ahhhhhh! I can’t win, either way! I want to defy him, but I know I’ll lose. I hate losing, but this loss would be fun. Or I could just toy with him. Maybe I will walk over to the panties and just hover there a bit, make him wait. I smile at the thought; I feel wicked and much less frustrated. Or perhaps I should tell him I choose food as I run my hands over his chest. Ha, this could be fun!

  “Don’t do it,” he warns as the air between us becomes static.

  “Do what?” I say innocently through my lashes, which I am perfectly aware that my eyes look hungry and anything but innocent. I unfold my arms and place both hands on my hips, indignantly.

  “Whatever you’re thinking… don’t,” he warns again stepping forward closing the remaining gap between us, “If you want food, I suggest you stop right now, before I drag you back into that bedroom… last chance.”

  “Agh, fine! No panties...” I object and drop my hands in defeat.

  “Good Girl,” he grabs my hand again and leads me out to the table and says, “You really feel like cold French toast? It’s easy enough to order.”

  “Nope, I’m cool. How long have they been sitting here?” And how long was I out more importantly.

  “About two hours” He says as he pulls out a chair ushering me to sit down. Polite.

  “Why thank you, kind Sir.” I say as I sit down, “Well, what time did you make them?” I ask, beginning to try to piece together my day so far.

  He walks to his chair, butt-naked and sexy as hell, and sits before he answers, “About 1pm.”

  “Wow, I slept till lunch time?” I’m disgusted with myself.

  “Yeah,” he exclaims in amusement, grabbing a piece of the cold French toast, then placing a dollop of cream in the middle followed by berries before rolling it up and tucking into it. Oh shit, he’s famished. I’m relieved I chose food now, and I follow his lead doing the same, rolling my half-eaten toast and eating it with my fingers. I want more answers, but I decide to wait until we eat more. I’m quietly appreciative of the table that’s covering my nakedness. I’m comfortable in my body, I’ve played so many sports over the years, netball, basketball, hockey, tennis and squash that and the swimming and weight training, I’m in good shape for my age. I am only playing Monday night basketball currently and some tai chi when I can squeeze in a trip to the local Buddhist temple where they also do kung-Fu. I look younger than thirty-one I’m told, people always say twenty-four-ish, which makes my impending thirty second birthday in two months’ time a little easier to digest.

  “Well, what do you remember about last night?” Derek asks breaking my reverie.

  “Ummm, well, I can remember meeting Aly-B, Merrick, Niko, Izy and Flynn at ‘The Vibe’ for drinks at Darling Harbour. It was a pretty crap work week, and we needed to unwind. Joslyn was going to meet up with us but sent me text she couldn’t make it, so the usual six of us.”

  “Do you remember getting my text?” he interrupts me.

  “Ummm, sure... You asked me what I was up to.”

  “Yup. You sent me one back saying you were hitting the piss.” He smiles and takes his tumbler and drinks. My lack of patience is notorious, and the details are coming far too slowly.

  “Yeah. I remember that.” I say shrugging like ‘and your point is’.

  “I sent you one back asking where you were heading to,” he says raising his eyes waiting for my penny to drop.

  “Holy shit. I sent one back saying, ‘The Vibe’.” Shit, I had forgotten that until now! I never tell him anything personal like that usually, but I had already had a few drinks under my belt and was caring way less about what I sent.

  “Correct. And when I got there you were fairly stunned, as were your friends when you jumped on me,” he beams at me, rubbing his bottom lip, clearly recalling the incident.

  “I did what?” I say flatly to him as I still all movement and stare in disbelief.

  “Yeah, it was funny as, still makes me laugh. You were already tanked by eleven, just as I arrived.” He raises eyebrows, “You were all playing some drinking game where you got strangers walking by the balcony where you were sitting to ‘do stuff’ or ‘say stuff’ and if they agreed to it you did a shot of honey wild turkey. You won, hands down I was told.”

  “Oh My God, yes! I recall that. Or... I recall some of that. I don’t remember you arriving, I guess that explains why. I try to steer clear of honey wild turkey, we don’t always see eye to eye.” I feel embarrassment washing over me, I’m sure my body is blushing everywhere now, but I don’t want to look. I pick up my drink and sip at it. I drink socially often, get hammered less so.

  “I don’t usually get so… smashed, I’m usually fine when I drink,” I add trying to reclaim some lost pride.

  “Yeah, I know, your friends were giving you so much stick for it, that was funny too. I like your friends, it was interesting seeing you all together, it told me a lot.”

  “What does that mean?” I sound wounded almost. Calm down, Trinity, god.

  “Nothing, it was pretty cool actually. I had a few drinks too. I came back from the bar with a round and you were duking it out with some red-headed piece,” he grins and shakes his head, “It was quite a show.”

  My stomach sinks, OH FUCK! “Was she short, petite... very pretty?” I ask making hand gestures and dreading the answer.

  “Yeah, she was pretty enough, five-three-ish or so, very stuck up.” Fuck, fuck, double fuck!

  “For fucks sakes! I’m in deep shit. That was Kamryn from work. I’m soooo toast! UGH!” I raise my arms to my face, spreading my hands across my mouth and jaw in horror as I shake my head in disbelief.

  “Fucking hilarious is what it was. And according to you, she is Baby Cakes.” I feel the blood immediately drain from my face.

  “Yeah, you had a fight with someone at your work or something and she rolled up around midnight and had a go at you about it and said something about you should be sacked. As I arrived with the drinks you said to her ‘Now listen up, Baby Cakes, at least I didn’t need to whore myself to get a job’ then you said something like ‘well you suck at whoring’ and you all knew she failed to sink her fangs into some guy at your office because when she walks past cobwebs fall from her, quote; baron, loveless vagina. Oh, and you offered to help her out by removing the pole from her ass and being her pimp! Fucking hilarious! She slapped your face, threw her drink over you and stormed off with a face redder than her hair.”

  “Ohhhh- My- Gawwwwd!” I say in an
outraged whisper, “Are-you-kidding-me?” I’ve stopped breathing. It does however explain the lack of makeup.

  “I shit you not! We all pissed ourselves laughing, it’s a shame you can’t remember it, as far as drunken accosting goes that was a winner! Pure gold,” he laughs and resumes eating.

  “I will probably lose my job now! Don’t laugh! If I get the can, evil bitch-troll wins! Aaaagh, I’m doomed.” I push my plate forward and drop my face onto my folded arms, I’m so doomed.

  “Nup,” he says between chewing, “Your bestie caught it on her phone. Baby Cakes struck you, she can get charged with assault, you’re sweet, she can’t get you fired. That and we all saw it. You could probably get her ass canned.”

  I lift my head, “You’re kidding? Alyssa filmed it?”

  “Yep, start to finish apparently, she already had the phone out filming on one of the others when the redhead started running her mouth. That’s probably harassment too you know. She got it from gossip and went public with that shit. So, yeah,” he casually wipes his mouth with his napkin and settles back on his chair looking amused by my panic. “Trust me, Baby Cakes, you’re golden, don’t sweat it.”

  “Hmpf! Baby Cakes! I can’t believe I said all that and to her.” I shake my head and chuckle a little as it sinks in what happened.

  “Yeah after that little number, people kept coming over buying you drinks, none of us paid for anything after that. They liked your feisty brand of entertainment it seems.” He winks and grins at me again. Like I needed more drinks!

  “Ok, so what happened after that?” I try to divert the conversation away from my shenanigans and move on.

  “We drank, we ate, and we danced. At about 3am we called it a night, and I brought you home. In the taxi ride home, you straddled me and kissed me like you were making love to my face,” he rubs his fingertips across his bottom lip in recollection, “I almost lost my mind and fucked you right there in the taxi, such a tease,” he sounds like he’s chastising me, but with a chuckle and a wicked grin.

  “So, we are in Sydney still?” I think I’m in shock at this point, nothing else could stun me further, but a taxi ride means local, surely? So, he lives here now? What the hell!

  “Yeah, I relocated for work last month, we are in Manly,” he exclaims plainly.

  “Really? You never said anything.” I try to sound unruffled by the news.

  “Well, I didn’t know if you would freak out on me. I got settled in, and, yeah, I figured we both wanted it for real, so thought I’d surprise you. I did send you a text saying you never know if we run into each other. You seemed cool about it, although if memory serves you said something like if I was out trolling?” he looks down breaking eye contact, is he nervous?

  “Ha, yeah, I remember. Did you know you were moving then?” Did you plan this all along?

  “No, not for sure. But it was being discussed, the possibility of it,” he looks up, but I can’t read his expression.

  “Huh… Ok, so what about when we got here?” Well, the bra was on the fan and it seems I almost raped him in the taxi, so why did sex not eventuate?

  “Well, you were full on molesting me and I pulled away from you and told you to get naked. To which you started doing the sexiest little strip tease! You are beautiful… truly. Clothes went flying, it was glorious!” Oh, the bra on the fan. It sounds like me well enough.

  “Yeah. You wanted to wash your face, you had drink all over it, said it was hurting your eyes too. So, while you did that, I went to get some candles, ice cubes and a couple of bottles of water, and when I got back, you were passed out on the bed! Out cold. So, I just spooned you all night,” he makes a deliberate sad face which makes me laugh, “When I got up to piss at about 9am, I thought about you getting into the redhead and remembered she tossed her drink over you, so I chucked your clothes into the washer. Then I couldn’t sleep so, I just let you sleep.”

  “Well, okay then...” I guess I have my answers. And now what? I’m here, I’m naked again, with Derek, dangerous Derek, what does this all mean? Does he want more? I wonder if his relocation had anything to do with me. Don’t be stupid Trinity, as if he couldn’t get sex from hot girls where he was! Ridiculous!

  “So, you have no more questions?” he asks leaning forward towards me.

  “I always have questions, Derek. But at least I now know you didn’t drug me and abduct me to back to your place across state lines, so we cool.” I flash a cheeky smile to let him know I’m kidding around. Ha! It would be a lie to say I wasn’t thinking that this morning.

  “What?!” I hear the hurt in his voice, oh shit, me and my mouth!

  “Kid-ding,” I make it sound like it should be obvious, “Besides, until I saw you, I didn’t know who I was with, that was what was freaking me out no end!” That and Merrick would have typically got me home safely. No way he would have let me go with a guy in that state. He’s always had my back like that.

  “Had I have been able to walk; I’d have made a dash out the window and bolted,” I add.

  “Ha! Good luck,” he leans closer and winks, “Third story apartment, Baby Cakes.” Oh…

  “So, you’re full?” his voice is a low, raspy growl full of intention that stirs me deep down. That was a question hiding a question. Am I full? Am I ready to return to the bedroom is the hidden question? I want to say something witty or clever, but I can’t think of anything.

  “Are you being coy on purpose?” he tilts his head to the side as he says it.

  “No,” I smile politely, “Sorry, it’s been a big day, full of surprises, you know?” I suddenly feel kind of awkward, I look down and tuck a stray stand of long, wavy dark hair behind my ear, and gather my strength and look back at Derek. He is keenly observing me I notice. I want to laugh but smile instead. He had once said in response to my asking why he kept wanting more pictures of me, like the image of me wasn’t already burnt into his corneas, that he wasn’t a pervert, just keenly observant.

  “God, do you even have a concept of how stunning you are, Trinity?” His words suck the air out of me leaving my mind reeling. I consider myself attractive, sure, I’ve never had issues finding a guy, just the right kind of guy. Speak Dummy! I just stare and open and close my mouth silently, I have nothing. Is that what you tell a girl you want to bang? Or sweep off her feet? Ugh! I can’t say yes, or I’m a narcissist, if I say no, I’m fishing for more!

  He gets up and walks his naked self around the table behind me, so unashamed. I drink him in as he passes avoiding anything below the waist, lest my embarrassment. His flat stomach with a trail of hair, his beautiful full tattoo sleeves which are a work of art, the veins along his arms, his tight chest with a patch of black hair, the way he is looking at me, oh, it could melt me. I close my eyes and he places his hands on the tops of my shoulders and starts to knead my muscles. “A massage?” I ask, surprised.

  “Well, you said it’s been a big day. Just thought I’d help you unwind, that and I am touching you, its win-win.” He bends and kisses just under my earlobe, nipping the bottom of it before he stands back up and resumes circling his strong thumbs firmly around my muscles, which until he put his hands on me, I didn’t realise were achy.

  “Mmm that feels sooo good.” I can feel my muscles uncoiling beneath him and I like it, the way he touches me, I start to relax which surprises me because I didn’t realise, I was so tensed.

  “Stay with me ‘til tomorrow, Trinity?” he bends and half whispers into my ear, then nuzzles his cheek and chin on my jaw and brushes it up along my face towards my ear and adds a soft “Please.”

  I moan in protest, “Ugh, you make it hard for a girl to say no... Fine, I’ll stay, even though you are cheating.”

  “Cheating?” he laughs, “I’ll take you anyway I can get you.” And with that he digs his thumbs harder into my muscles and a groan escapes my lips, sounding of both pleasure and pain.

  “Mmmm, I like you making those sounds.” I can hear him grinning. I say nothing and smile, he’s s
o cheeky, I like that. Next, he moves his hands around the front of my neck oh-so gently running his fingertips along my neckline, collarbones and upper chest, possessively drawing his arms around me, it’s seductive and sexy and to my surprise, working. Slowly he starts raking his hands and fingertips down around my arms, onto my stomach, kissing around my neck and shoulder tops as he dips down to reach his hands now making their way up between my breasts, but careful not to touch them. My skin feels tingly under his delicate touch which is very relaxing and arousing at the same time.

  “Close your eyes, Trinity, relax… I’ll be back in ten seconds.”

  I do as he says, listening to him walking down the hall before returning. I hear something hit the table and feel his warmth on me as he slides his hand down my arm to my hand, which he grabs.

  “Stand up, Sexy,” he requests, gently pulling me up and towards his naked body drawing me into a soft kiss, his hands sliding up my arms and eventually gripping my face. Damn he’s a good kisser. I want to throw myself at him. As our kiss becomes more frenzied his tongue eagerly parts my lips, before dipping into my mouth. His silky touch against my tongue makes me groan into his mouth and I think I hear him softly groan as well. I claw at his shoulders, pressing myself into him becoming aware that he is erect against me, which adds to my arousal making muscles deep in my lady parts clench in response.

  “God. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You,” he says in staccato between kisses. I want that too, but before our face sucking can progress to more, he pulls away and swings my empty chair around facing away from the table. He sits on it and motions to me to straddle him, so I climb onto him slowly, flashing him my ‘up to no good’ grin to which he just says, “Sexy.”

  I sit high up across his lap, my legs over each side of him. I settle and rest my arms around behind his neck and the back of the chair which is reversed to me. He starts kissing the dip in my neck and works his way up to my jaw, I tilt my head back to give him better access and in one motion he firmly slides his hands up along the muscles beside my spine making me arch into him, my hair hanging down midway on my back. I slide in close to him so that my clit is making contact with the base of his erection. Slowly, I begin to rock against him, and he brings his lips back to mine, but with more fervour.