Sasha's Dilemma (5 page)

"Have you spoken to Blake
this morning about last night?"

"Yes, who do you reckon woke
me up?"

"When are you going to wake
up and realise
that you guys are crazy about each other?"

"We’re just mates with
benefits."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Lola."

I decide this is a dead end of
conversation. They’re both too stubborn for their own good. I
go back to my room to see who is texting me. I’m surprised to
see it’s from Josh.

Stallion:

We've got a situation.

I can’t stop thinking

about you ...

Me:

Well, clearly that’s not

OUR situation. That’s
your

situation. Deal with it.

Stallion:

It’s our situation when

I saw how you looked at me

when those blondes were

dancing all over me.

What am I going to reply to that?
I don’t know where I stand with Dylan, and Josh is a man-whore.
He could have sent that first message to plenty of other women for
all I know. I decide to just not reply, and take a nice long shower.
When I come back out, I have more text messages from Josh. God, he
makes me laugh. He has a gentler side to him that I like, but he
doesn’t seem to bring it out very often.

Stallion:

Sasha, I know I’m
irresistible.

Don’t you want to taste
me too?

Stallion:

Actually, you look like

you could do with a

solid piece of meat.

Stallion:

Maybe, just maybe,

I’ll have a dinner party.

Do you want to Cum?

Stallion:

ENTRÉE: with light

kisses down the neck,

nibbles on the ear.

Stallion:

MAIN: Breast wrapped in

a la hands with a side of

fingers dipped in heavenly

sauce.

Stallion:

DESSERT: To top off a

delicious dinner I was

thinking… Something soft

and sweet that I have to lick

slow & torturously to

savor the flavor. Sorry, Sash,

maybe dessert is just for me,

I’m greedy like that.

Where does he get this stuff from?
I decide to play his game too and write back.

Me:

Would you like me to

bring a bottle of

“
You’re forgiven”? That’s

if I can make it. I think

dessert just melted.

"Sasha. Sasha, come on, let’s
go to the library before I change my mind and go back to bed."
Lola threatens from the doorway.

*****

I spent the day with Adam and Brit
at the coffeehouse. We chatted most of the day before I came to work
at Chica’s and it was a relief for my mind not to be thinking
of the two men who currently are taking up too much time in my mind.

"Hey, Sasha."

"Hey, Joe. We going to be
busy tonight?"

"Yeah, looks like it. We have
a work party booked in for the night. You’ll be looking after
them."

Oh, the joys...

I’m walking around taking
orders when in walks the ‘Stallion’ himself. Does this
guy not know how to dress bad, or does everything look good on him?

"Hey, beautiful, had to visit
after that text message," he says to me in greeting.

"Hello, Josh."

I don’t understand why he
would come to my work and act like we’re great friends. Josh is
here with a few people I haven’t seen around before. I’m
guessing they work with him considering the number of tattoos and
piercings they have. One of the girls is giving me the death stare,
like she might pummel me if I talk to Josh for much longer. I don’t
even bother acknowledging her. I simply ignore her and get back to
it. I look back up and his two other mates are smirking at me as if
they know something I’m unaware of. I quickly take their orders
and rush back to the bar, wanting to get away from Josh and his
friends. Lost in thought while making their drinks, I’m
surprised to find the girl who came in with Josh standing in my
personal space.

"So, you’re the flavour
of the month?" she sneers at me, and by the tone of her voice, I
know she isn’t here for friendly conversation.

I whip my head around to stare at
this girl.
Who
does she thinks she is?

"No, I’m not the
flavour of the month. What’s it to you anyway?" I ask
defensively because it sure ain’t her bloody business.

"Well, if you’re not
his flavour, why are you giving him puppy eyes every time he looks at
you?"

That’s it. I’m about
to jump over this bar and knock her and her smart-ass mouth out the
bar. I lean over so I’m in her face and whisper, "What is
your problem? If you have a problem with me, just come out and say
it. Otherwise, keep your smart-ass comments to yourself."

She looks up at me and smiles. I
really don’t understand this girl. First, she is baiting me,
and then she is smiling the friendliest smile at me like we are best
friends.

"Hey, ladies, you need a
hand?" I hear Josh’s sexy voice ask.

I look back and forth from Josh to
this girl, understanding her quick turnaround.

"No, I’ve got it. Your
lovely friend here was just introducing herself to me." I smirk
at her.

"Well, I wouldn’t call
Pixie lovely—" Josh says, causing Pixie to turn around and
smack Josh it the gut. She turns around to actually introduce
herself.

Josh walks away and Pixie is still
smiling at me. I look at her with my eyebrows raised.

“Just making sure you
weren’t another plaything trying to use him.” She copies
my reaction and raises her own eyebrows.

“Why would I be another
plaything? Let alone be using him?” I question in complete
confusion.

“You would be surprised at
how many girls try being more than just friends with that man. He is
sex on a stick and he knows it. That’s the worst part”

“Okay.” What am I
meant to say to that?

“You seem like a nice girl.
Just be warned, if you hurt him, you will have me to deal with.”

“Okay. What is your problem?
You crushing on him or something?”

“I have no problem. I care
for that man like a brother, and hell no, I am not crushing on him.
But I may be crushing on you if you keep talking like that,”
she adds with a wink.

Whoa!

“Look, I’m just
saying, he has never chased a girl before. He made us all come here
for drinks. At first, I didn’t understand, but now I see you, I
completely understand. So just don’t hurt him.”

“I wasn’t planning to.
Thanks for the word of warning, but I see he is fine over there with
that little blonde.” He has some nerve coming to my work and
chatting up other girls.

Pixie turns around to see what I
am talking about. She turns back and smirks at me. “That’s
nothing, just some girl throwing herself at him, as usual, but as you
can see, he doesn’t care.”

“Look, Pixie, I see that
you’re trying to look out for your friend, but there is nothing
going on with us and I don’t think there will be. I don’t
want to get mixed up with a player.”

“Okay, that’s your
choice. I’m not going to try to convince you otherwise, but he
is a nice guy under all that player.”

Pixie bounces off and heads back
to the guys while I continue with work.

I’m halfway through my
shift, and Josh and his friends are still here. I’ve been
stealing glances at him all night, and to my embarrassment, a few
times he has caught me. I see him smirk just as I turn away to hide
my blush.

It’s near the end of my
shift when Josh comes up to talk to me.

“So, would you like to go
for a drink when you’re finished?”

I look around searching for his
friends and realised they have all left.

“Yeah, sure, just give me
sec to grab my bag.”

Once I have finished packing up my
stuff I head out to meet up with Josh. I find him waiting for me at
the bar, and I can’t help but check him out. He has a pair of
jeans
on with a nice fitted shirt that shows off his wonderful physique and
those tattoos suit him so much they look like a second skin. I’m
wondering what else he has tattooed.

We pull up to a gorgeous
two-storey townhouse and I’m wondering where we are. I thought
he meant a bar, not a house. I look at him with my eyebrows raised in
question, and he gives me his panty-melting smile.

“I thought it would be more
comfortable if we chatted in private.”

He walks around to let me out of
the car and I follow him into his house. It’s gorgeous; very
bachelor pad, no photos hanging, and very open, with your basic
needs: TV, couch, Play Station, and stereo. I follow him past the
lounge to the kitchen and, wow, it’s huge and full of
everything. It’s very different from the dining and lounge
areas. He stands behind the counter and suggest I take a seat on the
barstool.

“So, have you eaten? I’m
a great cook and I could make you something if you’d like.”

“No, I’m good, thanks.
They fed me at work.”

“So, Sasha, what would you
like to drink? I have everything from champagne to spirits.”

“Champagne is fine, thanks.”

“So, you work at the
hospital?”

“Yes, I’m currently in
my third year of midwifery.”

“You enjoying it?”

“Yes, I love my job. How
about yourself? What do you do?”

“I own a few tattoo shops,
currently looking at expanding.”

He sits beside me with our drinks,
smiling. I can feel his eyes on me. It makes me nervous because I
would like to know what he is thinking. Is he attracted to me? Or
does he want something more?

We chat for what seems like hours
and have finished off the bottle of champagne, when he
asks if we should watch a movie. I agree and we head to the lounge
area. He puts on
Underworld
;
we discovered we share a love for that movie. He takes a seat next
me, and halfway through the movie, he leans over and takes my hand.
At first, I’m a bit shocked sinceit’s such a simple move,
but the effect it has on me is not what I am expecting. I can feel
the alcohol making me sleepy, so I lay my head down on his shoulder.
He grabs me and directs me to his lap. I’m trying to keep my
eyes open, but it’s hard when he is running his hands through
my hair in addition with that intoxicating smell that is Josh.

I wake with a start. I don’t
recognise where I am until I turn around and see Josh lying next me.
His arm is wrapped around me, his upper midsection dangerously close
to my breasts, and one leg is entwined with mine. I try to get up
without waking him, and I realise
he must have carried me to bed. I turn around slowly, taking his hand
off me, but he stirs and pulls me closer. I nudge him to let me go
and he wakes up.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Looks like we have a
pattern of this,” I joke, giving him a smile.

“Of what? You passing out on
me and me carrying you to bed? Well then, yeah, I guess we do,”
he chuckles as he tells me this.

I pull myself from his embrace,
needing to take care of my usual morning duties. I stare at my
reflection in the mirror expecting to see a panicked face. Instead, I
see a content woman smiling back at me. I don’t know where we
stand at the moment, but I’m happy taking things slowly and
getting to enjoy each other. I have to steal a bit of toothpaste to
brush my teeth. When I get back to the bedroom, he is still lying in
all his naked glory staring up at me.

“So, I was wondering if you
wanted to go and get some breakfast,” he asks me in his smooth,
sexy drawl.

“I don’t want to sound
rude, but what are you expecting from me?” I really need to
know what he wants. I don’t want to get in over my head.

“Nothing at the moment. I’m
enjoying your company, and I hope you’re enjoying mine. Last we
chatted, you weren’t seeing anyone. Unless that has changed, I
don’t see what the problem is.”

“There is no problem, but
what are you expecting? A booty call? ‘Cause I’ve heard
you have a way with women.” I ask him this out of my own
curiosity, but I probably come off sounding bitchy.

“Oh, I have a way with
women, all right, but I’m guessing you’re not like most
of the women I see.” He winks at me.

“Oh, that’s for sure.”

I’ve barely made a dent in
my food at the local brunch place when a beautiful brunette walks up
to our table. She completely ignores me as she starts flirting with
Josh. He makes small talk, but keeps glancing back at me. He tries to
introduce me, but she doesn’t care that I’m even here.
She is practically throwing her boobs in his face and acting like I
don’t even exist.

“Well, I’ll leave you
to it. I’m off. Thanks for brunch, Josh.” My mind and
feelings are all over the place. He makes me so confused I just want
to scream.

I’m out of there before he
has time to comment. I hear my name being called, but I have no
desire to hear his excuse for why this has happened again. I feel
stupid for thinking it could have possibly ended any differently. I’m
already standing near the taxi rank before Josh finally catches up to
me.

“Why did you take off?”
He seems genuinely confused.

“Well, you seem to have had
company. I just thought I would excuse myself and give you two some
privacy,” I say with a bit of sarcasm.

“Why do you keep on walking
away from me, Sasha? I thought we could give this a go, but you
always have an excuse for walking away and it’s getting really
frustrating.” He looks pained when he says this, but I can’t
fall for the bad boy. He’ll just end up breaking my heart, and
I need to guard myself against that at all cost.