Little Black Book (13 page)

His words made me wonder about him and where he
’d come from. I knew next to nothing about Sebastian, but I suddenly had the desire to. He was an enigma—one who could wear expensive suits, but still feel comfortable in the ghettos of New York City.

W
e took the table in the back, tucked away from the rest of the people in the restaurant.

“Tell me something about you,” I said, folding the napkin nervously in front of me.

When he didn’t respond, I looked up to find him staring at me like I was his dinner. His eyes drifted from my face, down my neck, and landed on my chest.

“I don’t
talk about myself with my girls.”

The strangest thing happened in that moment. I became jealous. It burned
at my center, as if I had just eaten bad Mexican food. It made no sense because I didn’t have a hold on Sebastian, whatsoever. I seriously doubted anyone in the world did.

“I apologize
. I forgot I was just one of your
girls
. However many there are,” I snapped, looking anywhere but at him. I was embarrassed by my reaction.

“Are you jealous of the other girls, Jessica?” he asked.
His smile was cocky and smug.

“No.”

There was no need to elaborate. I figured my lie would be more believable if I kept it short and sweet.

“Good. You have no reason to be. I haven’t seen or spoken to any of them since the moment I first saw you.”

The burn in my stomach dissolved and I found myself locked in a heated gaze. Then he turned away and tugged on his collar. He was finally the one uncomfortable, and I gathered he’d said more than he wanted to.

The waitress came
and set our food on the table. Big, sloppy burgers, full of calories and goodness, with a side of fries and heart attack—it was exactly what I needed.

The burger was
amazing and I couldn’t help but groan in appreciation while I chewed.

“Good, right?” he asked around his bite.

“Oh my God, it’s the best burger I’ve ever had.”

And it was. I could totally see myself braving the city streets on occasion for the deliciousness that was my burger.

“T
his was my favorite place to eat when I was younger,” he said, dipping his fry into the pile of ketchup on his burger wrapper.

I didn’t want to say anythin
g about the fact that he’d told me something personal, when I was supposedly just one of his
girls
. Instead, I smiled and said, “I think it might be my new favorite place. This is fantastic.”

When we were done, and I was good and stuffed, Sebastian threw a hundred dolla
r bill on the table and stood. I followed him out into the night air, feeling completely satisfied with the food and Sebastian’s company.

M
r. Martin pulled in front of the restaurant as we were walking out. Sebastian opened my door for me and I stepped up to get in.

“Give me your
fucking wallet,” a gruff voice said from behind us.

I turned to see Sebastian standing there with a gun stuck to his side. The man holding the gun looked as if he slept on the streets and was definitely on something.
He was shaking and antsy, like he was dying for another hit of whatever it was he was strung out on. His bloodshot eyes stared at Sebastian as he waited.

“I mean it
, motherfucker. Give me your goddamn wallet or I’ll blow a hole in your side and take a little somethin’ from that piece of hot ass with you, too.”

Things were a blur
from that point. When Sebastian went for the man, I barely saw him move before he had him on his stomach and the gun to his head.

“Be careful who y
ou try to steal from, fuck face,” he growled, pressing the gun deep into the man’s temple. “I should kill you, but I’m going to let you go because I know this isn’t your corner. Get your ass where you belong or I’ll have Anthony blow your fucking head off. Got it?”

His voice was raw and angry. He spoke like the man who had tried to rob us. I could hardly believe how vicious he sounded. I didn’t blame the man when he nodded his head and ran off.

The back of the car was holding me up. I was frozen in fear. Having a stranger threaten to kill you will do that I suppose.

“A
re you okay?” Sebastian asked. He shook out his jacket like it was filthy and brushed off his pants.

I couldn’t answer at first and
just stared blankly in his direction.

“Jess
—”

“Please don’t call me that
…” I pleaded on a shaky breath. I was sure my face had lost all color and I felt like I was going to be sick. “Not right now,” I finally finished.

I knew he said I was the only one he called Jessica, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear. If I was so special, why couldn’t he know my name?

“Fine,” he said tightly. He didn’t like being told what to do and he disliked doing it even more. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“
Me? Are
you
okay? You’re the one who just had a gun pointed at you.”

How could he seem so calm? After everything that had happened with my parents
, I couldn’t stomach the sight of guns. Some nights I was sure I could still hear the sounds of gun shots all around me. My fear kept me far away from them.

“This is New York, sweetheart. Everyone in this
fucked up city has probably had a gun pointed at them in their lifetime.”

I frowned. “If that was
meant to reassure me, it didn’t.”

M
y stomach turned at the thought of having a gun pointed at me, and Kyle’s face immediately popped into my head. I never wanted him to know that kind of fear. It was naïve to think I could shield him from all the bad and hate in this world, but I
had
to try. Before I could stop it, I was quickly hunted by a different time, a different image and I felt my body began to shake.

In a blink of an eye, Sebastian was at my side and his hands were moving over my arms and face. His finger
s caressed the curve of my neck and he lifted my face to look at him.

He showed
a combination of possessiveness, concern and… anger. I didn’t understand the anger, but it made his blue eyes sparkle brilliantly.

“Why are you shaki
ng?” His voice was rough.

“Why are you angry?”

“It’s left over from the asshole who thought he could point a gun in my face.”

I swallowed hard and prayed I didn’t throw up on his expensive shoes.

“Now your turn. Why are you shaking?” he demanded.

I took a much need breath and exhaled my confession. “I hate guns. I can’t stand them to the point that they make me physically ill.”

He frowned. “Why?”

I felt confused by his question and I matched his frown. “Isn’t it obvious? Guns kill people.”

He smirked. “No, sweetheart,
people
kill people.” He sounded dark and dangerous when he said it. “Guns are simply a means to an end.”

“Again, if you’re trying to comfort me, you’re not doing a very good job.”

“I don’t do comfort, I do real and I’m as real as it gets.”

“
Noted,” I snapped.

“Can you move? Are you able to get in the car?”

I nodded before sliding into the car. Sebastian waited until we were on the move before he spoke again.

“
What’s the real reason you’re afraid of guns?”

I turned to look at him, but he was facing forward.

“Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always had a fear of them.”

“That doesn’t tell me
why.
”

I didn’t want to talk about my parents or their
death, and I was sure Sebastian didn’t want to hear the story either.

“I knew someone who was shot and killed.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

A full minute passed before he said anything.

“So
because of your fear, you leave yourself defenseless? What would have happened if I hadn’t been here? What happens when the thing you’re afraid of turns out to be the thing that can save your life? Except, you don’t know how to use it.”

“Then
I’m screwed,” I said simply.

“No
.” He finally turned to look at me and I controlled the urge to wiggle under his gaze. “Then you’re dead.”

I didn’t know how to respond. Partly because I didn’t have a rebuttal
, and partly because deep down, I knew he was right. We lapsed into silence and it wasn’t until we were close to my condo that I spoke.

“Who’s Anthony?” I asked.

He continued to stare out the window as he answered. “Just a guy I used to know.”

“I take it you’re from that side of town?” I knew I was prying, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Yes,” he responded.

“Does your family still live there?”

Suddenly, he turned on me with angry eyes, like the ones he gave the man who tried to rob us.

“Did anyone ever tell you, you ask too many
goddamn questions?” His tone was so abrupt, it caught me completely off guard.

“I’m sorry. I just thought
—”

He cut me off. “You weren’t thinking. We
’re here. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He was dismissing me like I was a child. And unlike
every other time, he wasn’t going to walk me in, or even get out of the car for that matter.

By the time I ma
de it to my floor, I felt awful. What if he didn’t have a family? There I was, playing twenty questions and I hadn’t even thought about whether or not I was asking something that might bother him.

He
was being totally rude, but after thinking on it, I wasn’t surprised. He’d told me from the start what our agreement was and it didn’t include personal questions—at least when they came from me.

We were never going to veg out in front of the
TV and get to know each other. And even though I’d die before I actually admitted it, I really wanted to get to know Sebastian… in more ways than one.

Fourteen

Sebastian

I was a
fucking asshole. I’d known it all my life. I wasn’t born that way, but the world around me had molded me into someone who could take shit and dish it out just as quickly. Being a cocky dick had never failed me so far, until today. The hurt look in her eyes when I’d yelled at her was like a stun gun.

She didn’t know how fucked up I
was. She didn’t know asking about my family was the most hurtful thing she could do. I was wrong for snapping at her. There was a big difference between sexual authority and shouting at a woman. But I knew once I settled down, I was going to make it up to her.

Steaming water poured over my face and
shoulders. The shower was the first place I went when I was back home. I’d walked through the crowded club, ignoring people who thought they were my friends, and went straight up the stairs. I’d have to go back down soon and play club owner, but all I wanted to do was stand under the heat and let it burn me.

“Who took a shit on your steak?” Vick asked when I went into the office.

She was sitting behind my desk with her feet up like she owned the place.

“
Fuck you. Anything going on downstairs?” I asked, flipping through papers on my desk.

“Ouch. That
burns a little. Good thing I’m into pain.” She dropped her heavy boots to the floor and stood. “No one special, but you should still show your face.”

Our relationship was strained—
it had been ever since I’d laid eyes on Jessica. It was another hassle I didn’t feel like dealing with, but at some point I was going to have to get to the bottom of Vick’s problems.

She slammed the office door on her way out and I shook my head in aggravation. I was seconds away from turning around, going after her, and cursing her out. But then the door opened again, letting
in the loud music from downstairs.

“What’s wrong? You weren’t done being a bit
ch?” I asked with my back to her.

“Actually, I came to apologize.”

Jessica’s soft voice filled the space behind me, prompting me to turn and face her. She had changed, and was now wearing a sexy black skirt and an off-the-shoulder pink top. Her typical blush covered her cheeks and neck. My cock grew hard in the seconds since she arrived.

“Apologize for what?” I asked.

She had no reason to be sorry. Me on the other hand, I should have apologized, but that wasn’t something I ever did. Instead, I’d buy her something nice or give her an extra orgasm.

“I shouldn’t have been nosey. I had no right to pry into your bus
iness or ask about your family.”

I could have taken full advantage of her position
, instead, I took her by the hand and pulled her to me. Burying my face in her hair, letting her fresh scent fill me.

“No. I was a total asshole. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Of course you’d want to know more about me. So, I’m sorry.”

If Vick could hear me apologizing to one of the girls in my book, there is no doubt she’d cut my cock off and give it to someone more worthy. Honestly, it felt strange. I hadn’t expected for the words to come out; they felt sticky on my tongue and I had to swallow hard to get the bitter taste out of my mouth.

“I say we both just forget it,” she smiled.

Her smile was sweet. Way too sweet for a man like me, but I soaked it up anyway. She leaned in to hug me and I let her
, even though I knew she’d feel how hard I was through my pants. She tensed against me and when she moved back her expression was different.

“Do
es that always happen to you?” she pointed.

I had to hold back the l
augh bubbling up my chest. “Only every time I see you.”

“Really? I do that to you?”

She was fucking clueless. How could she not know how delicious she looked in a skirt showcasing her fantastic legs? Not to mention a shirt that showed me some skin. It wasn’t as indecent as most of my girls, but with her, it was ten times sexier.

“Yes.”
My voice was hoarse.

I hadn’t gone this long without sex since I w
as seventeen. Just knowing she was looking at my dick was doing it for me. Hell, I felt like a fucking teenager all over again.

And then
she made it worse.

“Can I touch it?”

Fuck me.
Fuck all the sweet, tight pussies in the world. She was turning me on.

“You can do whatever you’d like.” I was being calm and cool on the outside, but inside I was burning. My internal organs were on fire and ready for her touch.

I’d known when I first met Jessica that she would need time, and I think maybe that challenge made her more appealing. But now she was becoming curious—she wanted to touch me—and I wasn’t sure I could hold back much longer.

With a shaking hand, she reached out and began to undo my belt. I almost came on the spot. There I was, thinking she’d palm me through my pants—get a feel for my length and girth
—but oh no, my girl was going skin to skin.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes
, as she stuck her hand down my pants, her fingers feeling my shaft.  Hot breath seeped between my teeth like a steaming pot and she yanked her hand away.

“Did
I hurt you?”

“Fuck no,” I said, taking her hand and putting it back where it belonged.

My pants began to fall around my hips and I pushed my boxers so they’d fall, too. I stood there with my stick pointing straight at her and let her touch and feel. It was the sweetest, most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

Her fingers were cool and soft. They felt amazing. She got braver the longer she touched, letting her fingers wrap around me and squeeze. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed more. Reaching down, I covered her hand with mine and moved it up and down, showing her how I liked to be jacked off.

“Like that, sweetheart.”

When I removed my hand, she kept going. Once she got the hang of it and her wrist starting working in circles, I was clutching the desk behind me. Her breathing sped up with mine and I watched as her tits moved up and down with her breaths. I was getting closer and closer. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came hard and fast into her hand.

“Stop, baby. I’m going come,” I said, grabbing her hand to stop her movements.

“Isn’t that the poi
nt?” she asked.

I considered letting her continue, but there was more fun to be had.

“Yeah, but when I do I want it to be in your mouth.”

“You’re so vulgar.”

“That I am. Don’t worry, you’ll learn to love it.”

She backed away from me, but I followed her step for step
, until she ran into my desk.

“Will I?
” she swallowed hard.

Her eyes were dilated and her heart was beating so hard I could
see the slight pulse on the side of her neck.

“You definitely will.”
Reaching up, I ran a finger over that pulse and she tensed. “Are you afraid of me, Jessica?” I leaned in close.

“Should I be?” she asked.

Chuckling softly to myself, I moved so close my lips brushed along the rim of her ear. “Unequivocally.”

“In that case, I am.” Her deep breathing was hard in my ear.

Leaning back, I took in her flushed face, glazed over eyes, and moist lips. “Let’s play a game,” I said, running my fingers up her tense back.

“What kind of game?”

“It’s called Sebastian says.”

“That’s not a real
game,” she rolled her eyes.

“Sebastian says be quiet,” I said.

The side of her mouth lifted in a tiny smile.

Moving back
, I took her in from head to toe. “Sebastian says take your top off.”

She fidgeted. “Sebastian, I…”

I held up a hand. “Sebastian didn’t say speak. So far, you’re terrible at this game.” I moved to the couch and took a seat. “Let’s try this again. Sebastian says take off your top.”

Closing her eyes, she lifted her shirt from the bottom and pulled it over her head. I wasn’t surprised to see that her nipples were rock hard beneath her bra. As much as she hated to admit it, she was turned on. She was slowly beginning to thrive on
being controlled, exactly like I’d hoped she would.

My eyes moved over her bra and down her flat stomach.

“Take off your bra,” I said.

Without thinking, s
he moved her arms behind her and snapped her bra, letting it fall off her arms and to the floor.

“
Tsk, tsk,
naughty girl. I didn’t say Sebastian says,” I grinned.

“Dammit,” she whispered.

Laughing, I continued. “I would leave you as is, but you need a punishment. Sebastian says take off your skirt.”

Dipping her thumbs into the top of her skirt, she pulled it down, letting it
pool around her feet. She stepped out of it, kicking it to the side.

Standing there in just
her panties, she held her head high even though I could tell she was nervous. Already, she’d come a long way. I was strangely proud of her.

“Sebastian says touch yourself.”

In that moment, I realized I’d been right about Jessica since the moment I’d met her. She
was
the seductive Jessica Rabbit. It just hadn’t been nurtured and pulled out of her.

While most women would have went straight to touching their pussy, Jessica didn’t. Without even realizing she was doing it, she seduced me. Starting at her neck, she ran her hands down the sides until they met in the front
, just below her throat.

Her eyes remained on mine as she slowly worked her fingers down over her breasts, and running
them over her nipples.

I swallowed hard as she
pinched each peak before her hands continued their path down to her stomach. When she was beginning to enjoy it, she closed her eyes and put her head back. Her hands moved lower, hovering over her panty line in a teasing manner that made it hard to stay seated.

And then she was ever so carefully dipping her fingertips into the waist of her panties. I swallowed and leaned forward, waiting for the moment she touched herself for me.

Vick chose that moment to come busting into my office.

The
sensual veil lifted and Jessica darted for her shirt to cover herself.

“Fuck!” I said,
standing from the couch. I didn’t even try to hide my raging hard on. “What is it?”

Vick stood there staring at us with a gapped mouth. “Was
she stripping? Since when is that enough for you?”

Jessica’s shoulders dropped and for the first time ever
, I wanted to reach out and slap the shit out of Vick.

“Get the fuck out!” I bellowed.

“Whatever. You have a guest downstairs. When you’re done playing with your toy, come down.” She walked away, leaving the door open.