Nessa (Broken Sisters #1) (8 page)

We go through my underwear drawer and I come across a strapless pink Iona bra. It has sexy lace cups and a beautiful guipure detail. It comes with matching garterbelt and panties which also have a lace detail with a mesh frill.

I was thinking how perfect they are just as Stacey spots them and shouts, "Wow that's some sexy ass stuff! They are perfect, you will having him eating out the palm of your hands!" Yeah somehow I think she could be wrong but at least I'll look good.

"Now what are you going to wear over it?" Stacey asks breaking me from my thoughts.

"Shit, I don't know."

"Let's have a look."

We spend the next hour going through my wardrobe till we find a black strapless dress. It is tight on top but puffs out from under the chest, like a princess ballerina dress but it's cute. We add a belt with a gold buckle and some gold jewellery. With my socking and garters I'm look sexy as hell.

Once I lay it all out I check the time, it's getting late so I hit the shower. I shave every inch and moisturise. I leave my hair down, curl it, then I put on some make-up. Once I'm dressed I finish my outfit off with my black four inch heels. It’s almost eight, I'm done getting ready and my nervous are gone.

I head down to the kitchen where Stacey is. Her mouth drops a little as she says, "Wow Nessa, you look seriously hot." She heads over to the counter and comes back to hand me condoms.

"Good thinking. Thanks." He does this often, I'm sure it's better to be protected, I think to myself but even as I think it I start to feel queasy.

Jeez brain, stop it already.

I look to Stacey who's wearing a worried expression. "Nessa I don't want to nag but are you sure?" Just then the doorbell rings and thank God, as it saves me from having to answer her because I'm close to backing out.

I go answer it. When I pull the door open Taylor is standing there in a navy t-shirt and dark denim jeans, his tattoos on full display. This guy is seriously hot and I'm pretty sure I'm soaking wet already.

He's like two different men—the tattooed bad boy and the rich CEO. Taylor clears his throat.

"You look edible."

"It's just an old dress I threw on, not that it really matters what I wear it's not gonna be on long anyway," I say as I walk past him.

"Funny Nessa but I was thinking we could have dinner first."

"Don't feel the need to feed me, we can just get straight to it." I know I'm being a bitch but I need to feel in control and around him I seem to lose every ounce of my control.

"Nessa," he growls. "Just stop. Let's have dinner and talk a bit."

"Fine if that's what you want. I want you to feel like you're getting your money's worth." I just can't stop the word coming out of my mouth. It seems I have no filter as I carry on. "I mean I thought you didn't do dates and this is starting to feel like one," I say smiling sweetly.

His anger is coming off of him in waves. I don't know why I'm baiting him it's just asking for trouble. "I don't. I'm just feeding you so you have energy for what I want later. It has nothing to do with you but all about me."

Well that told me, it kind of stung a little but I deserved it. "Fine," I snap as we get in his car.

We're not driving long when he pulls up to the Hilton. I'm a little disappointed, I don't know why I just assumed we would go to his place.

"Why are we here?" I question.

"Because this is where we are going to spend the night. Come on Nessa, you didn't think I was bringing you to my place and we could make sweet love all night, did you? That's not what this is."

Oh hello prick. Welcome back. This is good, because right now I really hate him.

"No I didn't think that but thanks for making my pretty woman fantasy include the Hilton. I love this place never stayed before so I'm excited." I try to sound convincing but I'm really not feeling all that comfortable with being treated like a whore. Oh wait, I am a whore!

Oh man what have I got myself in to? Before I have time to think the car parks and Taylor is opening my door.

"This way," he says as he puts his hand on my back. I swear I can feel his touch all the way to my lady parts. Oh I'm going to hell because I may be a whore but I have a feeling I'm gonna get great enjoyment out of it. Especially if I'm feeling this way with just one touch.

We get in the car park lift, he enters a code and we end up in the penthouse. It's like something out of a film, I'm definitly living out a pretty woman fantasy. I just stare at everything like a child on Christmas morning. Taylor goes over to a small bar which is situated in the corner of the large room.

"Do you want a glass of wine?" I do need a drink.

"No thanks, would you maybe have a beer?" He looks at me like I have ten heads.

"A beer?" Seriously, what's the big deal? Larger gets me drunk quicker than wine and I need to be a little drunk to go through with this.

"Yeah a beer. What's so wrong with that?" He gets himself together.

"Nothing which one would you like? If I don't have it I'll send for it downstairs."

"Don't go out of your way, any beer will do." He nods, pours himself a whiskey and brings me over a bottle of Heineken.

"Thanks."

"Dinner should be here soon."

"Ok." I really don't know what to say now. I'm so nervous, I'm fidgeting with my hands when Taylor talks.

"Relax Nessa nothing you don't want to happen will happen tonight."

I go straight on the defensive. "I am relaxed," I say with a huff and he laughs. Boy can he run hot and cold.

There's a knock on the door. A man brings in a tray of food and sets it up at the table, which is facing out the window to a nice view.

"Come sit Nessa." I get up and take a seat over at the table

"This looks nice."

It's only lasagne and a salad—a very posh version but it looks good. Things are too quiet and what better way to break it than to annoy him. I smile at that thought.

"This all looks very romantic Taylor." He growls. Score one for Nessa!

"Just shut up and eat Nessa. You will need your strength." Jeez that's twice he's said that, what the hell does he have planned? How am I gonna eat now?

"Let's talk a bit," he says a little more calmly.

"What do you want to talk about? I thought this would be pretty straight forward." I'm goading him and I know it, but my mouth has a mind of its own at this stage.

"It is, but can’t we just enjoy a nice meal?"

"Sure thing," I say as I start picking at my food. "So do you bring all your mistresses here?"

"Nessa."

"What? You wanted to talk, I'm making conversation." He takes a deep breath.

"What I do is none of your business." Well that told me, so I change the subject.

"Do you have family?" Something in his eyes changes—it ranges from anger to something softer then I can see the wall going back up.

"That also doesn't concern you." He's not parting with anything.

"So you wanted to talk but you won't talk about anything. What's your deal?"

"I just have rules Nessa. You're not a permanent part of my life so you don't need to know my family or anything about me actually." His voice is so cold. Normal people would just shut up, tonight though my mouth just doesn't have a filter.

"Why are you like that?"

"Like what?" he asks like he hasn't a clue what I'm on about.

"Cold. You're so cold, you hide everything. They're only simple questions I was asking trying to be nice." I was totally being nosey but he doesn't need to know that.

"I hide things because they're no one else's business." Well that's fair.

"So what about this whole mistress thing, why not have a normal relationship?" He looks like his head might explode at this stage, I'm actually feeling a little scared.

"Because I'm no one’s knight in shining armour. This isn't a fairy tale. I don't need a white picket fence and two point five children to be happy. A good fuck is all I need now drop it." He's growling again and I can't drop it just yet, I love winding him up a little too much.

"But you could be. Why not date a girl and see how things go?"

"Why give false hope. I don't do love and couldn't be arsed with a relationship. They only complicate things. I like a good fuck with no emotional feelings."

"Why are you like that?" He looks a little confused again. Poor guy.

"Because I don't want a relationship. Does there has to be a reason?" he questions.

"Yes. Things happen in life to cause us to feel certain ways about things, what happened to you?" He pushes his plate away and stands up and walks over to pour himself another whiskey. When he turns back his eyes are blacker than I've ever seen them.

"What happened to you Nessa? You're so full of this wisdom you must have been through something yourself." Wow that caught me off guard.

"Nothing happened me, I'm just wise like that." I try to joke it off.

"Well nothing happened me. I'm not broken, I just don't want a relationship so fucking drop it already." Oh I have hit a nerve and I know it going by the look on his face I'm better off quitting while I'm ahead.

"Whatever." He sits on the couch, leans back, then looks over to me. "Come here Nessa."

Oh shit. "Why?"

"Stop talking and questioning everything and just get your ass over here."

I get up out of my chair and slowly walk over to where he's sitting on the couch and stand in front of him. He is still leaning back while he looks me up and down.

"The dress is nice but you can take it off now." My stomach tightens. Can I actually do this? Maybe I could just leave now and pay him back some other way. "Get out of your head Nessa and strip." Or I could just stay and do has he says.

"You're bossy," I sulk.

"Just do it Nessa."

Well shit, looks like I'm doing this. With that order I take my bits of jewellery off first. I'm shaking a bit and I hope he can't see it. Once I'm done that I take off my belt. This is not very sexy, I have to many bits and pieces on. Soon I have them all off and I slide the dress off until I'm just standing in my bra, panties, and my garterbelt. I don't feel so in control anymore and that scares me.

When I look at him I see pure desire in his eyes and that gives me a little confidence. I move closer and look down, I can see his arousal straining against his jeans.

I try to take another step but he stops me by reaching out and caressing my thighs with his hands. It feels nice and even that little touch shoots desire directly to the heated area between my thighs. His hands come around my legs to the back of my knees where he pulls me onto his lap, directly onto his throbbing cock.

Oh that feels so good. A moan comes out of me from the delicious contact. There's not much material between us and I can feel myself getting wetter by the moment.

I wiggle a bit because I need friction, something, anything. I'm so horny, I have never felt like this during sex before and the fact I haven't had sex in a while isn't helping. God this man drives me crazy. He still hasn't said anything and I'm not sure I can talk right now. His hand move to open the clasp of my bra. Once it's removed my breasts feel heavy and my nipples are hard.

Oh God I wish he'd do something! Just then he takes my nipple in his mouth and I arch up and moan at the feeling of his mouth finally on me.

"Are you wet for me Nessa?" I can't answer I'm feeling to many things right now.

"Answer me," he demands.

"Yes God damn it."

He takes my other nipple into his mouth and oh God this feels so good

"You're very responsive to my touch. I like that." I move again and he hisses. "Stop doing that. I don't think I can hold on much longer and you grinding on me is not helping."

His hands move down my stomach and just when I thinking he might give me the contact I really need he stops. I look at him, his gaze is intense. I'm holding my breath in anticipation when he crashes his lips on mine. It's a hungry kiss filled with urgency. He nips my lip and then his tongue invades my mouth.