Caught Inside (7 page)

In that instant, I knew what Trey
looked like completely naked, and I was going to need another hot
tub session.

I turned and started to walk, no run
down his walkway, as I heard his taunting flirtatious voice call
out to me. "One more is always invited. Tammy and Tawny wouldn't
mind."

Tammy and Tawny. Pha-lease. With the
right woman, you only need one. I shook my head of the internal
verbalization that is clouding my judgment at the moment. I had to
get my mind wrapped around work not around Trey's cock. Which, was
beautiful, by the way. All smooth and trimmed. He had a vein
pulsing out, calling my name as I took those few seconds to glance
at how gloriously endowed he is and how muscular his legs are. I
was screwed. And, if I had any mojo at all, or containment about my
feelings, I might have just walked right back there to prove that
Tammy and Tawny were not the women for him. It would only take me
to turn his world so raw he would not be able to think of the twins
again.

I could not focus on work. I could not
enjoy the hot tub. The weather was hot, and I decided I needed a
late-night walk along the beach. I grabbed my small handgun out of
the safe and tucked it into the back of my shorts. I pulled my top
out over it and started to walk the dark lonely beach alone. I had
taken self-defense classes, but I wasn't stupid either. It took the
wrong man on a dark beach with ocean waves blocking the senses to
be taken by surprise. Three years ago, a woman was raped not but a
mile down the beach, and that was all it took for me to make sure
it wasn't me. Just like, I needed to make sure that Trey did not
continue to infiltrate my brain with his magnetism and allure. I
needed to avoid interaction with him to ensure my career stayed on
track. He was already pounding in my brain, not to mention that my
pussy ached for his cock with every visual I revisited of him
gloriously naked.

The walk turned into a slow run, and
before I knew it, I was back at my stairs leading up to my patio. I
undid the lock at the gate and walked towards the backdoor. Just
then, I heard something. I pulled the gun out and aimed it towards
the noise.

"Jennifer? Are you back there? It's
Trey." The rattle of the locked gate came next as I stood there
thinking that this could go one of two ways. One being the
avoidance tactical move that I had figured would be my best
advantage, but just hearing his voice and remembering what he
looked like naked, well, that second choice took over. I set the
gun safety on and let it relax at my side as I called out to
him.

"Trey? What brings you to this neck of
the woods?" I let my voice tease as I punched in the code to unlock
the gate. I pushed it aside and there on the other side of my
eight-foot white metal privacy gate was Trey. Looking just as
delicious as when I left him. Only now, I could smell the aroma of
a fresh shower and a distinguishable man shampoo. 'Wise idea.' I
thought to myself. Even though I was not sure that this meeting was
going any further than a talk. However, if it did, I did not want
the smell of sex from the twins to ruin our first
encounter.

"Well, Jennifer? You greet all your
guests with a gun in your hand?" His voice teased, but his raised
eyebrows and enlarged eyes staring at the gun let me know that
perhaps he should take me a bit more serious.

"I was out for a walk on the beach.
Can never be too safe. Come on in. Can I get you a beer, glass of
wine, bottled water?" I turned and walked to the sliding glass
door. I punched in the same code to get inside the house. I reached
to my right and punched in a security code that let the alarm
company know I was the one opening the gate and back door. I
strolled over and set the gun on a buffet table, tapped in another
code to a security box on the wall hidden by a picture and grabbed
the gun to sit inside.

Trey watched her in motion. Admired
her from behind in her short black shorts that crested just below
her ass. Her shapely legs told him she worked out and contributed
as much time to her work as she did her body. Too bad, she didn't
see the value in a social life as much as him. Too bad, she didn't
decide to join him and the twins, because after she left, he wasn't
top of his game and spent more time imagining Jennifer naked on his
cock than Tawny or Tammy.

He watched her check the safety, put
the gun in her safe, and then set the picture on hinges back over
the safe. He understood the perils of being a safe single female;
he mentally commended her for it. What thought popped in his head
next was so possessive that it scared even himself. Perhaps if she
came home to him, walked the beach at night with him, she wouldn't
need all this security. Then she turned to him with her sultry
seductive smile and spoke out with such a soft sexual voice; he got
rock hard right there. Which wasn't hard to miss since he chose to
go commando under his baggie cargo shorts. Just the sound of her
voice filling the air over the sounds of ocean tightened his gut,
which has not happened in a really long time. The ocean was his
first love, but now, before him, was a woman who he could not deny
the feelings she stirred up within him.

"So what will it be gorgeous?" I
tossed him a look that my body was conveying. If he hung around too
long, I would have to bypass my no sleeping with business policy.
It wasn't etched in stone but in this particular situation, it
could complicate matters real quick. Like my heart being broken by
a blonde surfer boy one more time, and that would be enough for me
to realize that life was too complicated and busy for
heartbreak.

He looked to be struggling with his
answer when I noticed his hard on. It wasn't hard to miss since he
obviously had decided that fresh air under those shorts was more
comfortable. I shook my head and walked towards my gallery style,
stainless-steel refrigerator. Lorna knew when to make sure it was
stocked for the weekends I was home. "I've got Corona, Bud light or
Michelob Ultra, also a recent bottle of red wine that I opened
myself last night."

Last night. Those memories flooded
back quick as I stood in front of an open refrigerator and thought
about how incredible Trey was to me last night without even being
here. So now that he was here, how incredible would it be for him
to conclude my orgasm that I had already started up again by just
thinking of him. If I was a man, with the way my vagina was humming
right now, and my palms ached for his naked skin, I would be
sporting a wood too.

"Ultra sounds good." Then he cleared
his throat and turned away.

I grabbed two and walked slowly over
to him, observing his backside. He looked as if he had recently
worked out, with his muscles all tight and his tan glowing on his
skin. His tanned legs under the brown cargo shorts, his muscular
arms and broad back stretching out the brown tee shirt he had on. I
was sure those two twins looked to have ample energy, along with
bodies that if I was a lesbian, I wouldn't mind having a go at
them. But I wasn't. I was too hung up on men and could not help
myself when I was around a healthy man like Trey. All he had to do
was say the words 'go' and I would most likely dive right
in.

"Here you go." I handed an unopened
beer off to him then twisted the top of my own beer. I proceeded to
walk back outside into the warm night air. It was late, and the
dark night was clear enough for some stars to start doting
themselves across the sky like a big connect the dot extravaganza,
white sparkling dots on dark navy blue sky.

I walked over to a set of lounge
chairs and proceeded to sit down, looking at the other one then to
Trey standing there taking a long drawl of his glass beer bottle
while standing with the light of the kitchen behind him and a soft
glow of the outside lights casting a delicious mysterious glow
around him. He was centerfold hot and just the type of man I could
easily devour time and again. Fulfilling my fantasy, relinquishing
me of the rejection I was served back in eighth grade. I had spent
many a years, thinking how if that boy that rejected my heart so
easily was now a man that I would make him want me so badly. Then I
would devoir him and let him have the heartbreak. Or would I?
Staring at Trey now, in the soft light of the night, could I reject
him after, or would I only want more?

"Come sit." I softly spoke out to the
air in general in front of him. Because if I continued talking to
Trey while looking at him, I might just ask him to take care of the
ever increasing ache between my legs that was causing me to squirm
just a bit in my running shorts.

As I stared up at the stars, I heard
the settling of the cushion from the weight of his body. I turned
my attention back to him, just as he cleared his throat and then
took another long drawl of his beer. When he finally spoke up as if
what he had to say next about killed him, I realized he had come to
apologize. "Hey, back at my house, I was only teasing with you. The
whole towel thing was an accident. I'm not normally that perverted.
I wanted to come by in person to apologize. It was very
unprofessional of me."

I could bet my retirement savings that
he could have done that with flowers or over the phone. No, I knew
men, and the only reason he came over was to make sure two things.
I was still his client, which I was and... that maybe, just maybe
he could conquer me as a bootie call. I knew he was intrigued with
me. I sensed it and had rarely been wrong about these things. I
also knew he might have picked up on my sexual interest that if it
was a neon light, it would be blazing bright with the words 'open'
over my head.

I couldn't deny the fact that I had
been tossing out the flirtation in order to get his drive going.
Now that I had it going, I knew it wouldn't be fair to leave him
hanging. Although, the twins should have taken good care of him.
So, why was he here? In person? Perhaps for the same reason I went
to his place in person. I really had to admit it to myself, and it
took a long walk on the beach to clear my head. I wanted Trey
Masterson in a sexual way, and I wanted him out of my head before I
started this charade with the escort Bill and had to fly to Japan.
I had gone to his place after spending a day with two incredible
men, neither of which I was as attracted to as I was to Trey. Both
of which I knew could not be my sexual partner as that would only
complicate the whole business transaction.

If I was to be truly honest with
myself, I had fallen hard for one Trey Masterson, tan muscular
surfer boy who had a grin on his face right now, waiting for me to
say something, anything.

I figured I would start with his name.
"Trey?" Then I smiled coyly at him. "I suppose it should be I that
is apologizing for intruding on your... playtime." The last word
came out a bit teasing. Then I teased some more. "I suppose I
should be honored that you invited me to your romper room play
date. However, I stand by my words. It would only take one real
woman to please you versus the two play bunnies you invited over.
Are you all played out?" The last sentence came out as a sexual
teasing invite of are you done for tonight or do you have a little
more to give.

He shook his head and smiled from ear
to ear while trying to take a long drawl of his beer. When he
finally swallowed, he looked out to the sky and spoke with a deep
timber voice that held a note of serious invite to it. "Jennifer. I
am never played out. I'm only getting started."

The air between us grew quiet. Perhaps
since, both of us knew that anything more, and things would begin
to get complicated. Perhaps, because we both wanted each other so
badly yet did not want to admit it. It was sexual attraction
overload and we both were internally dealing with what
ramifications might occur after.

For Trey, it was the fact that she was
not only a client but a powerful woman who could easily break his
heart without a second glance. He didn't know if he could handle
it. He had thought of her more than he cared to admit since the
first time he saw her picture in her file on his desk. Zachery had
asked for a little help on this one, since it would be such a big
client order. She was looking for a full-time social mate, not just
a one night social function or a way to make an ex jealous, which
was more of the common request that they got. With what she was
asking for and the way she had originally talked with Zach over the
phone; Trey had gotten the impression that she would need to be
handled with care. Right now, the only care he wanted to show her
was his hands rubbing over her naked body and finding the places
that made her scream for mercy.

I looked at Trey and saw a misty look
to his eyes. One second I was flirting with him, and he teased
right back, and the next second it was as if he had to think long
and hard about what this could do to our client relationship. I
knew my only hesitation was the fact that I grew up with blonde
surfer boys breaking my heart and one in particular. However, after
such short interaction with Trey, I knew that deep within me was a
fantasy waiting to be fulfilled. A man like Trey, could make me
really happy, yet he didn't fit into my high powered executive life
without complications at work, and that was something I needed to
make sure didn't happen. My career came first. But would a single
night of playtime help me relax a bit for Japan?

Then I did exactly what my mind told
me not to do. I took the lead and started the game. "I bet you are
exhausted from surfing and your play date. Want to sit in my hot
tub?"