G.I. BABY (7 page)

“And if I’m not?”

“If you mean to frame me for rape, you’re messing with the wrong guy. Save yourself all the pain and trouble. I’m not a good person. I’ll be your worst nightmare.”

As if he wasn’t already. “Don’t worry, I’m old enough to fuck, officer, who IS NOT a gentleman,” she sneered.

He didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Gentlemen are fools. Bitches make mincemeat out of them and feed them to the dogs. So how old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“I see. Are you protected from pregnancy?”

She swallowed. “Of course,” she uttered the bald lie, not wanting to look even more stupid than she already was
. Oh God! Please don’t make me regret this one-time lapse of common sense
. “I told you I wanted to get rid of it.”

“How come you didn’t lose it sooner?”

She shrugged. “I was busy.”

“Busy clubbing?”

“Clubbing?”

“Yeah. How else would you meet Tommy?”

“Tommy?”

“Yeah. I wonder why he sent you when he knew my type.”

She had no idea who the hell Tommy was and she didn’t really care. Correcting him would only prolong their conversation and that was the last thing she wanted.

It was really time to beat an exit. She slid down from the high stool. “I’m sorry if I disappointed you. I’ll remove myself from your presence now. Thank you for the breakfast.”

“I’m not disappointed.”

Oh really now?
“Then you have a very nice way of expressing your appreciation,” she replied sarcastically.

He shrugged, not bothering to apologize. “I want you.”

She raised a brow at him.
 

“I mean I want to have more sex with you,” he added, as if she would mistake his statement for anything else but THAT! His self-entitled demeanor infuriated her.
 

She widened her eyes in exaggerated surprise. “Me? I thought you wanted three girls and I’m not your type at all.”

“I take that back. You weren’t that bad at all.” He gave her a devilish grin that made her stomach knot in longing.

That curve ball totally threw her off, damn him! “I don’t think—”

“I’ll pay you.”

Her jaw dropped. She blinked at him. “You pay women to have sex with you?”
 

“No. But I think you could use the money. You’re not exactly like the others.”

He was not only propositioning her like a common tramp but making her feel like a freakin’ charity case, too. The nerve! “How am I different from the others?” She couldn’t let that pass.

He shrugged. “Aside from being a virgin, nothing on your body seems touched. Your boobs are still natural.”

“My…” She looked down her chest.

“Most girls I’ve been with have double Ds. Those will cost you. I don’t think you can afford them.”

She had never felt more insulted. “There’s nothing wrong with my boobs!”

“I didn’t say there was.”

“And how would you know I can’t afford them?”

“If you can afford ‘em, you’d have ‘em.”

“Excuse me, I’m quite happy with my boobs!”

“Then you must be new to the club circuit. Most women I know would find your rack inadequate.”

“Inadequate? You find them inadequate?!”

“No. They’re quite perfect.” His gaze dropped to her chest and lingered there.
 

Wow. A compliment in the middle of the most bizarre conversation she’d ever had with a man.

Her nipples unfurled, remembering how he’d lavished them with attention last night. Too much attention the feel of his warm mouth sucking and licking them would probably stick there for some time. And don’t get her started on the other parts of her he’d sucked and licked and…
Oh shoot, stop it!

 
“I need a sexual companion for a week. I’ll pay you thirty thousand dollars. Stay the week with me.”

No. Just. NO.

A week? A week of more megawatt sex with him?

Her conscience was screaming bloody red alert.
 
Get the hell out of there now now now!

Wait. Thirty thousand dollars?!
 

What are you, a prostitute?

Yeah, being a moralistic conservative was a bitch when she was offered a sweet deal like this.
 
What would a girl in dire need of extra cash do?

Her practical mind was doing the math. That money would cover a lot. She won’t have to work part-time while studying next year. She can send some cash to her siblings back in Asia. A whole lot of worries taken off her shoulders. It was like doing business WITH pleasure!

Turning into the woman who’d spawned you?

Excuse me. I’m not like her at all who was stupid enough to expect anything from the men she slept with, or maybe she didn’t expect anything at all and didn’t put any real price to her self-worth, that was why they all left her. That woman was a dreamer. A perpetual damsel in distress. What man would want a woman who depended too much on a man for her happiness and well-being?

And what are you?
 

I have dreams. But that does not involve falling in love with every man I sleep with, hoping each of them is the knight who will save me from my dire circumstance. I’m gonna save myself. I’m my own knight.
 

Besides, he’d already slept with the man. She was a slut for doing so and for enjoying it too much, no other way to put it, but she gave her V-card away for free. A prostitute, on the other hand, if her conscience would be so politically correct, would get paid for enjoying him. Wasn’t that a much better position?

Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

——*****——

It was hard to decide between respectability
and a six-pack with that V-shaped ridges of muscles bracketing a man’s massive erection which she knew she had roused. When she let her practical hormones win in the end, her conscience wasn’t so antagonistic anymore.

“I have three conditions,” she stated in this no-nonsense tone, which was difficult to do when a serious man-candy was eye-fucking her from across the bed.

“Name ‘em. You got ‘em.”

“One. No asking questions. I don’t wanna know you and I don’t want you to know me beyond this brief association.”

His eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “Okay.”

“I wanna set my limits. I can say stop at any point while we’re engaged in sex, whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not a savage.”

She raised a brow. “Only my worst nightmare?”

“Point taken. But I’ll tell you this, I’ve done things I’m not proud of but none of them involved sexually abusing a woman.”

“That’s a relief. Three, you’ll use condom every time we have intercourse.”

“Of course. But I don’t have one right now.”

“Tough. Then you can’t come inside me.”

He turned a bit red in the face. “I won’t. Anymore.”

“I mean you can’t put it inside me unless you’re wearing one. You can’t go to battle without a helmet, officer.”

He clenched his jaw, clearly not used to women lecturing him about protection.

“You were not complaining the first three times.”

She hoped she wouldn’t get pregnant from their three unprotected rounds last night and this morning. What were the odds. But she won’t be so irresponsible this time around. She was indulging her crazed hormones with a rare walk on the wild side with this man with some fringe benefits. Since he already took her cherry and she had no way to reverse that fact, might as well get her fill of this hottie for a week. Just a week, she swore to her currently very happy kitty. After that, back to the real world and her goals.

 
“It’s because I wasn’t sober the first time, I wasn’t myself the second time and you caught me by surprise the third time. But no more. Rubber or this conversation is over.”

He cursed. “I had a stack at the table over there but it’s gone.”

She swallowed. Oh boy. She saw the box months ago while cleaning and she was scandalized by its contents. Magnum XLs! She put it away so she won’t see it every time she came over.
 

“Uhm, I think I saw a box in the bathroom. Inside the cabinet at the vanity counter.”

He scowled. “How the hell did it get there?”

“Uhm…”

“I hate it when my things are moved. There are fucking flowers in the kitchen. I hate flowers. I’m gonna fire the goddamn housekeeper.”

She swallowed again. This was one of her aunt’s high-paying accounts for a year now and she was about to fuck it up, no pun. Her aunt would be furious. “Uhh…”

He jumped from the bed and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, his disposition had brightened. He raised his hand with the box of Trojans. It was overkill with that XL of an erection pointed right at her.

“Are we done talking?”

She nodded.

“Good.”

CHAPTER
5

“DON’T YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?

“I thought you didn’t want questions.”

The truth was, Andi’s curiosity was getting the better of her. She’d been cleaning his apartment every other weekend for almost a year now. His place was stark of any sentimentality except for the pictures of a woman and her twin daughters in several frames in the living room, kitchen and his bedroom. She’d presumed the woman’s name was Bella, the one who hired her Aunt Frida to regularly clean this place and they were involved with each other. It turned out she was his sister.

Now, after spending a few days with him, she wanted to know more than his sexual prowess. Not much. Just something that will give her a glimpse of his character.

“I guess we can talk some. We can’t have sex twenty-four-seven. What are we gonna do in between?”

“You can striptease for me.”

She rolled her eyes. They just took a shower and just eaten some Japanese food for lunch delivered to his unit and were now lounging on the wide, sectional sofa near the tall glass windows, enjoying the view of the beach with a glass of wine each. He was stretched opposite her in his black skivvies, looking sinfully delicious. She’d never get over the sight of him sprawled there like a sun god, all golden, the only contrasting color on him was his deep blue eyes.

She’d borrowed one of his button-down, long sleeved white shirts and sweat pants. They were loose on her and so comfy. “C’mon, tell me,” she prodded.

“What was your question again?”

“Just wondering why you prefer to hook up with strangers or ask them to be your fuck buddies for a week. Why not just have a steady GF?”

“I don’t usually ask for a week with them. This is the first.”

Her lips formed an O. Maybe it was nothing but she felt some thrill knowing she’d scored a first with him. “But I’m still a stranger,” she pressed on.

“I’m always away. Women can’t stay unfucked for a year. They’d look for someone to scratch their itch and that’s equally dangerous.”

She crawled towards him and straddled him. After three days and more than a dozen rounds of mind-blowing sex with him, she had lost most of her inhibitions. She’d decided to just enjoy every moment of this. A fling with a super-hot stud with some thirty-thousand dollars attached.
 

She could say that her moral fiber was strong. So far. She’d never committed anything that would make her Aunt Frida cuss hard in her native Filipino language. Except now. Oh boy, her aunt will not like this.

She didn’t want to feel guilty for her decision though. She had never slept with any other man before Craig. But he was answering her needs, both for sexual exploration and her dream of graduating from college. This was a sweet deal for her, really. It was him who offered the money. Accepting it was just being true to herself. She really needed the money and she won’t be a hypocrite and decline when it was offered to her on a silver platter. This will never happen again. He was the exception to the rule. He was her first lover and she felt better accepting the money, not as payment for her body but as a form of mutual benefit. She’d prefer to think of it that way.