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I had no other job than to wonder what piece of clothing she must be trying on at that moment.

“How does it look?” My thoughts came back to reality. Nikki was standing at the dressing room door with her jeans and a sports bra above. It was a black, striped bra, fitting perfectly over her firm breasts. Her nipples were pointing out of it. She looked so sexy in that outfit that I grabbed another bra nearby and pushed her back inside the room.

“It looks awesome, but I want you to try this on in front of me,” I said, without taking my eyes off her sexy blue eyes.

“Tristan, please.” She resisted.

“I want to see you changing in front of me.”

She turned apple red and started moving her head in a big no. But I wasn’t going to listen to her.

Finally, she stopped moving her head and turned around to try on the new sports bra, but the room was all mirrors and I could see everything I wanted. When she removed her bra, I could see her nipples had ,hardened through the mirror. For a split second our eyes met and she found that I was looking at her, with desire flowing through my eyes. She closed her eyes and cupped her breasts.

I turned her towards me and slowly pressed my lips on hers, capturing her lower lip in between my teeth and biting her slowly.

She sighed hard. I pulled her hands away from her breast and cupped her right breast in my hand and slowly pressed it while continuing my assault on her lips. Her hands moved back to my head and she pushed herself hard against me. I grabbed her ass over her jeans and pulled her more into me. My erection jumped at her close distance and my other hand started moving on her bare back.

She shivered as I traced an imaginary line over her spine.

“Tristan, we are...”

“Don’t speak...” I pushed a finger on her mouth and with my other hand, started working on her pants. In a blink of an eye, I unbuttoned her pants and lowered them to her knees. I cupped her mound over her black underwear and pressed it softly.

“Tristan...” she moaned.

I slid one hand under her underwear to grab her silky smooth ass. Damn, it was soft like silk.

“I’m going to taste, you babe,” I whispered, as I bite her earlobe.

She resisted, with her neck moving sideways, but I wasn’t going to listen to her. My hands lowered her underwear; I bent my head to kiss her left nipple and then sucked it inside my lips to bite it lightly.

“Oh, damn you, Tristan...” She tried to pull my head up, but I sucked half of her breast inside my mouth and bit it harder.

“Oh, my God...” she cried in pain.

I sucked it harder while my one hand squeezed her ass, smashing it in my fingers.

She started responding; she started pressing her hips on my hand over her pink, soft folds.

I moved my mouth to her belly, sucking every bit of her skin in between. I rolled my tongue inside her belly button and pushed a finger inside her at the same time.

She moaned in pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders over my t-shirt.

I smelled her deeply; she smelled like sweet chocolate. I took my finger out and separated her folds to push my tongue inside her.

“No, Tristan...not here,” she cried.

I ignored her and swirled my tongue inside her. My hands were rested on her butt cheeks and doing what they wanted to do. I continued my slow assault with my tongue and in a few moments, she started vibrating and shivering. I increased my speed; she grabbed my head and pulled it to her.

“You left me no choice, Tristan.” She said in angst and started moving her hips. Her body was vibrating in rhythm as I fucked her with my tongue.

When her nails relaxed over my shoulders and I’d withdrawn my tongue, I stood up.

“You moron, we are in the changing room,” she said fiercely.

“Who cares? I can take you here as well.” I held her hand and pushed it on my erection.

“Oh, my God, now I want you more than any dress. Let’s go to your house right now.” She pulled her clothes on and dragged me out to the car.

Chapter 8

Nikki

“Where are you going, baby?” Tristan pulled me back in the bed and wrapped me in his arms.

“If we want to continue, I’ll need some energy.” I pushed him away. We’d just had two rounds of amazing sex and he was luring me in for one more round. It was the best sex of my life, not forgetting the fierce orgasm he’d given me in the changing room. That was literally an unexpected surprise.
Wow, I could die for that.

“Let me order some pizza for us, then.” He stretched his hand for his phone.

“No, I’ll cook something for us.”

“Do you have to?” He looked in my eyes. I could see no resistance, but a sea of care and happiness.

Yes, I have to cook for those eyes full of hope.
I shook my head. What was I thinking? I was literally giving myself to him, while I should be focused on my mission, my plan to get him agree to do what I wanted.
But how can I get him on such a dangerous mission? he is too good to pull him in this mess.

“I’ll cook something.” Cooking would help me to clear my head and focus on the plan. I walked back without looking at those alluring eyes again. I was afraid that I would give myself very easily to him. I could see the feelings in his eyes, but I wasn’t ready to accept that. He wasn’t saying anything, but his eyes were the running river of his feelings.

I went into the kitchen and took out the groceries I’d shopped for a few days back. It was enough to make a few pancakes for us. “Do you like cakes? ” I shouted from the kitchen.

“Yes, I love them.”

I smiled and started preparing them.

It took me some time to make them, but before I could finish, Mr. Naughty came and hugged me from behind.

“I was searching for my favorite shirt, and here you are so sexy in it.”

I looked at down; I was wearing his long, navy blue shirt and nothing else below it. “I didn’t realize you liked it so much. Do you want me to change?”

“No, it looks great on you. You can keep it, if you want.” He hugged me tightly. His hands were working magic on my breasts and I was getting aroused just by his touch.

“Baby, please. Let me cook,” I pleaded with him. I wanted to eat something and he wasn’t going make it easy if he continued being this close to me, closer like this.

“Okay, do you want some coffee, then?”

“Yup, if you make it.” I smiled at him. He released me and poured water into his coffeemaker. For a bachelor like him, his kitchen was pretty sufficient. I liked it.

In a few minutes, he’d prepared coffee for us and sat on the kitchen counter, hanging his legs in the air and staring at me with his awesome, deep black eyes.

“What are you looking at?”

“Checking you out”

“What are you checking? You have seen all of me.” I winked.

“I’m checking to see if you look more beautiful before sex or after sex.” He chuckled and ran away.

I couldn’t grab anything to throw at him.“Jerk.” I smiled, thinking about how foolish questions he can ask sometime.

***

“How much more time for your pancakes, babe?” Tristan asked while sipping his second round of coffee.

“Fifteen minutes more, it’s almost half an hour.”

“Wanna watch Nicholas Sparks’ new movie?” he asked.

I looked at him, eyes widened.“ I thought romantic movies are lame and boring.” It wasn’t his cup of tea.

“Not always, and this writer is different. He has the real emotions. I like watching his movies and sometimes read his books.”

“Well, I can’t say no. I’m sucker for him. And we will watch another movie of his after this one is finished.” I looked at him with pleading eyes.“Please.”

He grinned and played ‘The Best of Me’.

Something was buzzing.; I looked at the time; we were already through half of the movie and we were completely drawn into the movie while eating the cake.

“Who the fuck?” I said, annoyed.

“Let me check.” He moved away.

“Why in the hell do people disturb us while we are watching a movie?”

“I’ll get rid of whoever it is in no time.” He twined his hand through my hair. His touch felt so awesome that I wanted to pull him on the couch and make love to him right there.

“Please don’t go. Let him ring the bell and we can just ignore it.”

“It’s rude, babe. I promise I get rid of him,” he said, “And I have better plans for after this movie.” He smiled at me, his mouth so close that I could lift my chin and kiss him.

“Go, then.”

“If you let me.”

I realized I was sitting close to him. I was sitting in Tristan’s arms, raking my head on his lap.
When did I move closer to him?
That was surprising, because I remembered sitting a bit away from him on the couch when the movie started, eating the cakes.
What is happening with me? Why is he affecting me so much?

“Oops, sorry about that.” I moved to the other corner.

He paused the movie. “It’d should be some postman or someone. Will be back in a second.”

I kept staring at the paused TV screen while he was away. I was feeling different. When I’d first meet this man, my feeling for him was all hatred, insulted and irritated. But in only in a few days, he’d changed his persona in front of me. It felt like knowing the real man behind the stone wall he built around him. At heart, he was truly a gentle man, a keeper, actually, and that made me feel guilty. What I was thinking about him at first was no longer valid. I thought it would be easy to trick him and get him working for me, and that wouldn’t make me evil as he was already a bad person. But looking at that now, it’s wasn’t gonna work.
I’m the evil person here, and I should tell him that. Yes, I should tell him the truth, maybe right now. I
gathered all my courage to tell him the truth once he came back. My muscles tightened as I heard him coming inside.

“Please come in.” He was bringing someone with him. Who could it be?
Why did someone have to come now, when I have gathered the strength to tell him the truth.

“Thanks a lot, Tristan. Look what I bought for us.” A familiar voice followed. It was definitely Trisha.
What the fuck she is doing here? And why did Tristan have to entertain her again and again.

I was right. Tristan was followed by Trisha. She was wearing an even more revealing dress than she’d had on earlier this morning.
What’s up with this girl?

“I bought a couple of movie tickets for us. Nicholas Spark’s latest ...” she said without noticing me. But when she noticed me, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, “I’m sorry If I’m disturbing you.”

“No, that’s fine.” Tristan said innocently while I looked at him with fiery eyes.
Why the hell did he say it’s fine? It’s of course not at all fine with me.
The vein on my forehead was shooting upward. The little lady was getting on my nerves again and again.

“So are you coming to the movie with me?” Her face lightened.

“I’m sorry, Trisha, but I have plans with Nikki this evening, and we’ve already watched half of  that movie on the TV.”

“If you want you can go, Tristan. I’ve got some work to do and I have to leave,” I said in angst. I didn’t like the way he was treating her and entertaining her. Moreover, I wasn’t liking my own jealousy towards Trisha. I was clear that the sex between us was just a mere tool for me to get to him and get him working for me, but in the last few days, the table had turned on me and I was hoping for more out of this.
No, it’s not gonna work. I’ve got to get out of here.

“But, Nikki, I thought we were going to spend the evening together.” His face changed colors. He was really hoping for that.

“Maybe some other time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup, sorry for the bummer,” I said, looking away. I was hoping to spend more time with him, too, but the mood was ruined by Trisha.

I went inside and changed into my clothes. I took Tristan’s shirt with me. I wanted to dry clean it and give it back to him. I’d smelled it once, and it smelled so much like him.

I walked out when Trisha was taking some snacks out on the table. It seems that she’d prepared some food for him. My cake was still there.
Where is it going, really? Why am I so concerned about him?

Tristan came to walk me outside.

“Just to let you know, I’m not watching that movie with anyone else. We will plan the same evening some other time.” He smiled, as he kissed my cheek.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to. You can go with her if you want.” My heart was crying and saying,
No, you can’t go with anyone else
. But my brain and mouth worked in the opposite way.

“No, that’s not happening.”

I waved him goodbye and walked outside of the gate.

“Hey, wait.” He came running to me. “Take this.” He took out a key and gave it to me.

“What is this?” I couldn’t understand what was it.

“Spare key to my house. And before you say something, it’s not like when we are in a relationship. You are a true friend and you can come and stay here anytime. No ties attached.” He smiled.

“Thanks.” I put the key in my pocket, but my mind was wondering about the ‘No ties attached.’
What is really going on in his mind?