The Domville 2 (The Domville #2) (5 page)

Lisa

We’d feasted on a delightful light meal of salmon,
on a bed of sugar snap peas, with pea tendrils and a delicate tarragon
mayonnaise, accompanied by the most exquisite white wine and a delicious dark
chocolate and hazelnut dacquoise, along with much laughter. Mum, Aunt Jayne and
Sharon, my bridesmaid, headed off for an early night, leaving Mandy and I to do
the same, but of course she had other ideas.

‘Get dressed sexily,
we’re going out to get you laid,’ she ordered, sticking her head around the
en-suite door as I was about to brush my teeth for bed.

‘Mandy,’ I moaned with
a frown. ‘That’s not the answer.’

‘So, what? You’re really
going to walk up the aisle tomorrow and never come during sex,
ever
?’
she studied my face as she waited for a response. Inside I was in turmoil. I
was still no closer to deciding what I should do tomorrow. How the hell was I
supposed to make a decision like that under so much pressure?

‘We can work on it. We
can become more spontaneous and try new things,’ I nodded, trying to convince
myself more than her.

‘If it hasn’t happened
in eleven years, I really don’t see things changing now,’ she scoffed, looking
at me as if I was stupid. ‘You’ll always be resentful if you marry him and
never got to experience it with someone else.’

‘Mandy,’ I sighed, full
of frustration. Part of me knew that she was right, but I didn’t want to go and
have sex with some random guy I picked up in a bar or club, just because there
was a gun against my head. Surely sex should be natural? An equal desire for
the other person? Not forced.

‘Fine. Whatever. But
I’m telling you that you’re making a massive mistake and I, for one, will be
flying the “I told you so” banner proudly when it all goes tits up,’ she
muttered and stomped out slamming the bedroom door behind her. I scrunched up
my face in frustration, clutching at the cool granite countertop as I tried to
breathe calmly. Maybe she was right. I mean, there was nothing wrong with going
down to the bar and having a few drinks. If there was someone that captured my
attention, I could make a decision then. If there wasn’t anyone, maybe I could
view it as a sign that I was on the right path. That everything I had with
Brady was worth so much more than some sheet clawing orgasms. I marched to her
room and flung the door open.

‘Get dressed before I
change my mind. We’re going down to the bar,’ I ordered.

‘I have just the dress
for you to wear,’ she grinned, scrambling off the bed and racing to her
wardrobe.

The lift began its
descent and I looked down at the dress of Mandy’s that she’d insisted I wear.
She was slimmer than me, without my tits and arse, so figure hugging was an
understatement. Black smooth material, with a satin like sheen, clung to my
body. It stopped mid-thigh, with a slit up the left leg that almost reached my
hip. A plunging neckline had my voluptuous breasts trying to make a bid for
freedom. A messy up do, with dark smoky eyes and ruby rich painted lips, made
me look like I was a sophisticated and confident model. Until the lift opened
that was, when I nearly toppled over in the ridiculously high heels she’d
strapped to my feet.

‘Stop fidgeting, you
look stunning and lean back. Weight on the heel, not on the balls of your feet,
or you’ll definitely fall over. A broken leg is the last complication you need
this weekend,’ Mandy muttered as she led the way across the marble foyer to the
Champagne Bar. I had to make a conscious effort to keep my mouth closed. As if
the beautiful tones coming from the Grand Piano being tinkled in the
background, or the expensive and enormous crystal chandeliers weren’t
impressive enough, the bar was full of men dressed in three piece suits, who
stopped mid-conversation to appraise Mandy and me as we headed to the long bar
to get ourselves a drink. ‘Jesus, I’m coming here more often. Look at all the
man candy,’ Mandy whispered.

‘Friday night after
work drinks by the looks of it,’ I nodded, as I returned my focus to walking as
sexily as possible, without falling over.

‘This is a veritable
goldmine of cock. Someone hand me a miners helmet and budgie right now, I’m
going in as soon as we have a drink in our hands.’

‘Budgie,’ I laughed.
‘We’ve moved on a bit since then.’

‘Well something’s
needed in here. I’m about to choke on the testosterone flooding this place.
These aren’t your run of the mill guys, Lisa. This is alpha male central and
I’m one kitty who’s looking to be stroked, petted and tamed tonight,’ she nodded,
casting another appreciative and frankly carnivorous look around the bar. I
shook my head and ordered a couple of glasses of Champagne as I gently eased
myself up onto one of the bar stools. I crossed my legs, tugging on my short
hemline to try and preserve some modesty. How were we sisters? We couldn’t be
more different if we tried.

Mandy was right though,
the bar was a breeding ground for out of control male hormones. Businessmen
unwinding after a stressful week and what better way to unwind than hooking up
for some Friday night action? Why the place wasn’t full of women was beyond me.
Guys in here were affluent, cultured and seemingly dominant. Everything a
heroine in my saucy novels was looking for in her hero. It didn’t take long for
Mandy’s flirtatious glances to attract them and soon we were surrounded, being
purchased more Champagne by the minute. At first I felt uncomfortable and kept
reaching for the bare ring finger on my left hand, feeling weird without my
engagement ring. Mandy had insisted that I leave it upstairs.
Just in case
.
I felt naked without it. And guilty. The more I chatted though, the more I
started to relax and enjoy some casual conversation. I was just out having a
drink. Nothing more. It didn’t have to lead to anything if I didn’t want it to.
Did I want it to? I still wasn’t sure. I turned to pick up my glass of bubbly
and caught the eye of a blond haired man sitting at the other end of the bar.
Something inside of me jolted as we looked at each other. His emerald green
eyes were smouldering. I could have been back in school, swooning the first
time I saw Brady. Since then, no one had made my heart flutter, but there was
something about this stranger that had my breath coming a little faster and my
stomach fluttering in appreciation.

I blushed as he winked
at me and tipped his glass towards me, raising it to his lips and taking a
swig, before placing it back down and licking his full lower lip. I gulped as a
vision of that tongue trailing across my nipple sprang to my mind. His eyes
were so intense. Like he was mentally undressing me and liking what he saw. I
cast my eye from the top of his dirty blond, sexily mussed up hair, down his
angled, masculine face to his broad shoulders and chest. He was dressed in a
dark charcoal suit, with a bright white shirt undone at the neck. He stood out
from all the other men who were wearing three piece suits, but not just for his
attire. He just radiated sexiness and I was already feeling it in my stiffened
nipples and slightly damp underwear. I blinked rapidly as our eyes met again,
disconcerted at my reaction to a total stranger.

‘Hot damn,’ giggled
Mandy in my ear, startling me, making me break eye contact with him. ‘He’s sexy
as hell, Lisa and he seems to have the hots for you. Badly!’

‘Please, he looks old
enough to be my father,’ I retorted, flashing another sneaky glance his way,
feeling my cheeks turn scarlet to see he was still looking at me. A smirk
turned up the corners of his kissable lips as he caught me looking and I
couldn’t help noticing an elegantly long finger tracing circles around the rim
of his drink. God, the thought of his finger doing that around my clit was … I
shook my head to rid myself of illicit thoughts.

‘Nothing wrong with a
Sugar Daddy, Sis. Especially not one with a face and body like that. Age equals
experience, which means an obvious advantage for you. Besides, he only looks in
his late thirties, early forties. Definitely nothing wrong with that. Go and
get your flirt on.’

‘My flirt on?’ I
uttered as I spun around to gaze at her in amazement. ‘I don’t even know
how
to get my flirt on. I’ve
never
“got my flirt on” before. Brady asked me
out, I said yes, that’s as far as my flirting skills go.’

‘Well you’re going to
have to learn fast. I’ve got my eye on someone, so you might be on your own
anytime soon,’ she advised with a cheeky grin.

‘Some wing woman you
are,’ I scoffed. ‘Which one?’

‘I think I’m going
slightly crazy as it’s none of these seriously hot guys in suits.’

‘Gaston the butler,’ I
announced with a giggle.

‘Jog on,’ she replied,
with a look of utter mortification on her face.

‘Who then?’ I asked,
intrigued.

‘There’s just something
about that piano player,’ she replied with a wistful sigh, as we both looked
over towards him. He was cute. Not Mandy’s normal style at all. ‘It’s the
fingers,’ she breathed, as if reading my mind. ‘Watch them go and imagine those
playing your clit.
Mad
skills. I guarantee he’d get a gold medal if
there was a finger banging Olympics.’ Funny, just what I’d been thinking about
Mr. Sexy at the end of the bar.

‘He’s working, he’s not
going to pack up early just because you’re offering sex.’

‘Maybe not, but he must
get a break and I don’t need long. In fact I’m going to go and find out when
he’s off.’ She slipped off her stool and made her way over to him. I watched in
awe as she sashayed her way through the tables, turning heads as she did.
Sexual confidence and appeal was something Mandy had never been lacking. I saw
her lean in and whisper something in the piano player’s ear. Without missing a
beat he grinned and replied as he continued to play. Mandy giggled as she straightened
up and ran her hands over her dress, blew him a kiss and made her way back
towards me with an infectious smile. ‘You’ve got half an hour before he tinkles
my ivories and makes me sing,’ she proudly announced.

‘How do you do it?’ I
exclaimed, wonder in my voice. She shrugged with a wink and I drained my glass,
turning back to the bar to order some more. Getting pissed was already taking
my mind off the impending decision that would affect mine and Brady’s lives
tomorrow. I looked at the barman surprised when he handed me a glass of champagne
almost immediately.

‘Compliments of the
gentleman at the end of the bar,’ he smiled, flicking his head down to where my
perfect wet dream was sitting. I looked across and flashed him a grateful
smile, letting out a breathy moan as he dazzled me with one in return.

‘Go,’ ordered Mandy.
‘If that’s not an invitation I don’t know what is.’

‘I can’t,’ I replied,
as I tore my eyes off his handsome designer stubbled face.

‘Can’t or won’t?’

‘I don’t know. I’m so
confused,’ I groaned, looking at her for support. Despite our sex life and his
recent revelations, I still loved Brady. But … this
itch
I had to just
try someone else, to get to experience what Brady had, was burning inside me
with an insatiable hunger.

‘Don’t worry about me.
The minute piano boy’s on his break I’ll be ditching you with no second
thoughts. Go, talk to him at least. No one’s saying you have to do anything,
but if you don’t I’ll be slapping you with a stupid stick and dragging him to
my bedroom. He’s too hot to let slip through your fingers. He gives Brady a run
in the looks and body department.’

‘Isn’t that a bit wrong
though, me thinking about a man who reminds me of Brady?’

‘No more wrong than him
fucking someone else only last week. Man the fuck up, Lisa. Even if you’re not
interested in finding out what it’s like with someone else, get even for
Christ’s sake, or you’ll always regret it.’

‘What am I supposed to
say to him? I don’t know him.’

‘Just go over and thank
him for the drink, he’ll lead the conversation, that’s if he wants to converse.
He looks ready to throw you down and fuck you on the floor. You’re so in there.
Easiest score ever,’ she nodded with a triumphant grin.

‘Shit,’ I muttered as I
slid off my stool and grasped the stem of my glass tightly. ‘I can’t believe
I’m doing this.’

‘Me neither,’ Mandy
giggled. ‘I’ll make a harlot out of you yet. Sex isn’t always about love, you
know. Sex can be just that. A raw urgent need to get off. Welcome to a
liberated world. See you in an hour or so.’

‘Don’t count your
chickens just yet,’ I warned with a roll of my eyes.

‘Sis, if you’re not
complaining of a bruised and abused fanny by the morning, I’m going to be
sorely disappointed in you.’ She kissed my cheek and propped her head up on her
hand, one elbow on the bar, as she watched me walk towards my mystery man. With
every step I took towards him, I could feel his eyes assessing my body.
Appraising me. From the growing tent in his trousers, he liked what he saw. My
fingers tightened around the glass and my clutch, desperately trying to conceal
that my hands were shaking. I gave myself a scolding. I was a lawyer, I was a
professional, confident woman. Surely I could handle talking to a hot guy? I
pulled up slightly short of him and carefully set my champagne glass down on
the bar. I could feel my rapid breathing undulating my chest as I lifted my
eyes to meet his. As green met brown a tidal wave of heat surged through my body.