Romantic Promises (Alluring Promises Series, #2) (28 page)

I took a drink from my beer before responding, “It’s not a problem. It’s not like I can’t get my dick up or something.”

“Then prove it,” Clark spat at me with a disgusted look on his face.

“What? Are you a sicko or something? You want to see my dick hard?” I knew he didn’t, but I wanted to avoid his fucking challenge he threw at me.

“No, idiot. That’s not what I’m saying and no, I never want to see your dick. I want you to go over and put the moves on that chick over there,” he demanded as he pointed with his beer over to the good looking brunette.

“Which one?” I pretended not to notice her; the same one that’s been eying me for the past half hour.

“That one. The one that has been looking over at you giggling like a five year old to her friends for the past half hour.” Wow, I even pegged the time on that.

I glanced over at the cute brunette as she flirtatiously waved her manicured fingers at me again. Somehow all I kept thinking about is how Vanessa would glare at me and call me a man slut. Fuck. I need to get over her. Clark’s right. Not that I can believe I’d ever say that about Clark.

I looked back at him and said, “Game on, dickwad,” as I stood up and made my way over to the cute brunette and her little circle of friends. I purposely went without Clark, knowing I’d appear like I needed a wingman for this. I didn’t. I can get this girl. No problem.

I was walking little miss
…yeah, I couldn’t even tell you her name. I had forgotten it already. Clark was right. I needed to just get Vanessa out of my system. First, it was her lips grazing my neck, then her kiss and then we finally had fucking amazing sex and I thought for sure she would be out of my head. Nope. I ran smack into her looking classy as hell and all I wanted to do was rip that expensive dress off her sexy body and have her show me again what she can do. She was feisty and dirty in the bedroom and I wanted more of it.

Little miss giggly was going to have to erase wanting Vanessa again. I placed my hand to the small of her back and she giggled again. What is she, five?

Fuck.

Tits.

I glanced at her tits and wondered what her nipples would look like. What she would taste like. She wouldn’t taste like Vanessa.

God, Vanessa even smelled amazing tonight. Shit. Not thinking about Vanessa.

Giggly. I need a better name for her than Giggly. Something sexy. What’s her name? Maybe she has a sexy name.

I gave her my half smile that I know does most women in, except Vanessa. I give her that look and she looks down at her paperwork, shoeing me away.

Giggly. Back to giggly.

“Umm, I’m so sorry, I feel like we’ve chatted all night and I hate to say this, but I’ve forgotten your name,” I admitted sheepishly. Girls love that shit when you’re acting all shy, so I put that in full force.

She smiled brightly at me and tilted her head. “Alyssa.” She giggled. “My name is Alyssa, but everyone calls me S.”

I couldn’t help my disgusted look as I asked, “S?”

She pressed her lips together smiling bright. “Mmm, S. You know, the letter in the alphabet. S.” She dipped her eyes down to my crotch and added, “Like Ssssnake.” She giggled and bit her lip. Oh fuck. This was going to be a long night. She better know how to use her mouth on my dick or I’ll never come.

The elevator door opened just in time. We turned down the hallway and I immediately saw Vanessa in that gorgeous dress. By herself. How could she be by herself? What guy would leave her alone looking like that? I watched her a little more carefully as “S” continued to chatter. I had no idea what she was even trying to say. Nor did I care as I watched Vanessa sway slightly and then her leg kicked back as she tried to balance herself. She was trying to put her key in her apartment door knob. She pulled her key back and held it up toward the ceiling as if concentrating to stare at the key.

“Vanessa?” I asked as we approached her. She took a step back staring at me and then her eyes darted to “S.”

“Oh my god!” S exclaimed. “Wow…your name sounds just like mine!” She giggled again and covered her mouth.

Vanessa stared blankly at her, not seeming to understand. I didn’t care to try to explain. I quickly whipped out my key and opened my apartment door.

“Hey, I’m gonna help my friend out really quick. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right in,” I half whispered to her as I practically shoved her in my apartment and closed the door. I turned back to Vanessa and gave her a small smile. She was staring at the whole incident with a frown. She looked up at me.

“Pretty young. Even for you, don’t you think?” Her attempt to whisper failed.

Drunk. She’s fucking drunk. I never thought I’d see this. Shields completely down. This was going to be fun
and I rubbed my hands together in preparation for what I knew was going to turn out to be a blast. I hoped.

“Are you…have you been drinking, Vanessa?” I asked as I leaned in. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I wondered what she drank because her breath didn’t smell like wine. Or at least I didn’t think so.

She pressed her lips together and stared right into my eyes with a small smile. “Drunk would mean that I ‘ad a couple. I’m fuckin’ oblit’rated. Mmmatt.” She enunciated my name, almost spitting it out as she took a deep breath and began to sway. “I’ve never had so much drink in m’life.” Her smile faded immediately as she dropped her gaze to the floor, looking completely defeated.

I took her key from her hand and opened her door for her. “Come on Vanessa, let’s get you situated.” I pulled her through towards their couch. She ducked under my arm as if in some sort of comic routine and then jumped into a wide legged stance. Her hair was down and bounced with her. I didn’t bother trying to hide my laughter.

“Iiiii…” she dragged it out as she held up her index finger, “need to change. Clothes. This dress is too…” she trailed off as she turned towards her bedroom. I watched her walk, well, if you could call that walking. She was swaying so badly that at one point she ran into her bedroom door and then looked at the door as if it were in her way.

I debated following her. Hell, I’ve already seen her naked, right? My heart started pounding so fucking hard and I got a huge chub just thinking about seeing her body again. I walked into her room to watch her chase her zipper with her hand as she twirled in a circle.

I couldn’t resist watching her for a second longer as I chuckled. “Here. Stop. Let me help you.” I gently gripped her arms as her head fell back to look up at me. She had already kicked off her heels and I noticed our height difference. She took a deep breath, pressing her lips together.

“You unzip me so well, Matt. Mmmaaaatttt.” She stressed my name as I chuckled. I walked behind her and gently pulled her hair to the side. Her head dropped as she pulled her hair all the way around her shoulder. She took another breath as I heard her rumble, “Mmmmm” as if she were going to say my name.

I smiled to myself as I pulled her zipper down her back slowly. I also grazed my finger down her spine as I tugged at her zipper. She moaned, this time making her “Mmm” sound like that deep moan I wanted to hear again so badly.

I turned her around as she looked at me longingly, staring at my lips and biting hers with her teeth. With that I tugged at her shoulder straps and let her dress fall to the floor. She continued to stare at my lips as she casually stepped out of her dress and attempted to kick her dress away. It didn’t work out as she misstepped and started to sway. I grabbed her by her waist to right her.

Feeling her smooth stomach, I brushed the pad of my thumb back and forth along her side. Fuck, this was going to be tough. She’s drunk and there was no way I wanted to take advantage of her.

She sighed and flopped down on her bed to sit. I was glad she was positioned right in front of her bed because she never even looked to see if the bed was behind her.

Her head was eye level with my cock and she was staring right at it. Her hand reached out and her finger grazed along the swell of my jeans, right where I was straining them. Her light touch was sending me right off. I continued to watch her to see what she would do as all blood rushed straight to my dick from her soft touch. Her eyes started to close as she swayed back and forth. Her eyes rolled back and she fell back flat onto the bed.

I wondered how much she had to drink and if I should really be concerned. I sat down on the bed next to her, leaned over and brushed the hair from her eyes. She opened her eyes and stared at me. She jutted her lower lip out, pouting. I didn’t think Vanessa pouted, but fuck, that’s hot. I might have to get her drunk more often if she always acts this cute.

“Hey Vanessa, what happened to your date?” I asked in a low voice as I propped my head up with my hand. I was trying my best not to glance down her body in just her bra and panties. I contemplated searching for pajamas for her, but I wanted to see how drunk she really was. I should probably get a hair band in case she gets sick.

She took a deep breath and then blew it out making her lips vibrate. Then she started doing that again. I chuckled and asked my question again.

“He kicked me to the curb, Mmmmmatt,” she slurred. “Damn Clark Kent told him ‘bout fucking in limo.”

That one pissed me off as I could only imagine what he may have expected in the limo. “What happened?” Although I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know.

“He didn’t like me. I can tell. I was trying to be sisitocated…sositicated…” she took a deep breath and then let out a “ugh.”

“Sophisticated?” I said the word I was pretty sure she was trying to say.

She pointed her finger at me and blurted, “Yes! That’s that word I need. Sosisticat’ed.” She pouted again and then looked up at me. “I’m boring. I bored him to death,” Her eyes became slightly moist and I started to silently beg her not to cry.

“Why do you say that?”

“B’caus all he did was paw me and then he got that friend call.” She took a deep breath, looking at the ceiling. “Y’know the one where you set up before with your friend. Text them when it sucks to save ya.”

“Well, he had to expect boring if he took you to the symphony.”

“Pff.” She sputtered. She sat up quickly, her eyes sparking with excitement. She brought her shoulder forward and tilted her head. She seemed like she was trying to be sexy, but it was pretty clear she was drunk considering the sloppy face she was making. “Where would
you
have taken me?”

I smiled and couldn’t resist that question. After seeing her leave tonight and wanting to be the one walking around with her on my arm. “Dressed like that?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Vanessa, if you had been my date, we wouldn’t have made it out of the apartment. I’d have fucked you senseless and wouldn’t have cared about missing something like that.” I loved her reaction. Her smile dropped and she pressed her lips together. Her eyes g
loss over with desire and my eyes dipped down to her gorgeous throat as she swallowed hard.  Her eyes were glued to my lips, so I went ahead and glided my tongue over my bottom lip and gave her my sexy smile.

“Ohh,” was her only reply, which was barely whispered. She shook her head, as if she was attempting to forget what I just said. “He was a blonde date. Aubrey did it,” she blurted out.

“A blind date?”

She took a breath and blew it out forcefully. “Can I tell you a secret?”

I chuckled and whispered, “You can tell me anything you want, baby.”

She gave me a slight smile and then her smile dropped. “He wasn’t exciting at all. He didn’t get me excited like when I’m with you.”

My brows shot up on that confession and I decided I was really going to see how much information I could get out of her. “You get excited from talking to me?”

She put her finger to my mouth, which just intensified my want for her. If I opened my mouth slightly, I could take that finger of hers and suck on it lightly. I bet that would really turn her on. “Shhh, don’t tell you,” she replied with a soft laugh.

I gave her finger a soft kiss and then took it in my hand. I held her hand as I asked my next question. “Okay, I won’t tell. So I gotta know though, how excited do you get, baby?”

She pressed her lips together and then rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Oh, Mr. Williams.” Her head dropped back down, her gaze staring at my lips as she went ahead and blurted out, “I want to fuck you again.”

If I were a jerk I’d video this and show it to her the next day. Eh fuck it. I’m a jerk. I whipped out my phone and teased her, “Tell me again what you want Vanessa.” I quickly tapped on the app for video and started recording.

“Ohh you want me on camera?” She leaned in and whispered, “Why does that turn me on so much?” 

I lost that thought as I watched her pop up and get on her knees. Fuck me, I was going to have a hard time keeping it all together. Vanessa on her knees in her bed, in just her black lacy bra and panties telling me how badly she wants me? I kept reminding myself she’s drunk and I wasn’t the type to take advantage of that. She was trying to keep to her rule of just our one night and I wasn’t going to fuck things up between us. Taking her tonight again without her in the right state of mind, would piss her off in the morning.

She fluffed her hair and then pressed her luscious breasts together with her arms as she leaned in towards me. Then she quickly spread her legs open as she leaned in closer to me. I was beginning to wonder if she’s stripped before with that move.