We Were One Once Book 1 (6 page)

She gives me a full smile
this time. “Only if you help me on with my shoes again.” She lifts
one foot and circles it from her ankle, stopping with pointed toes
out to me.

I grin and lower onto one
knee, grabbing her right calf and foot firmly. She places just the
tips of her fingers to steady herself against my shoulder. Delicate
but not tentative, she’s sure of herself. She’s almost laughing
again at me, on bended knee to her.

I only smile back, watching
her red toenails disappear into the heel. When I stand, I wrap my
fingers around her thin arm, not pulling, not squeezing, just
making it clear that we’re leaving together now. She seductively
blinks through her thick dark lashes up at me, a smile coiling her
lips into a grin. She foolishly thinks she’s still in control, that
she ever was.

“Bye, girls,” she tosses
over her shoulder, allowing me to guide her out of the store and
back onto the street. Giggles are thankfully lost behind the closed
door. “So, where shall we go for this drink?”

“Around the corner there’s
a good place.” I continue to pull her along but keep at her pace. I
like the feel of her body strutting next to me; I don’t want to
throw off her rhythm. Her firm steps click away on the pavement,
causing her body to brush against mine with every other step. On
purpose or not, it’s nice.

I still don’t have a plan.
I should be heading in the opposite direction. This was a woman I
was thinking to take and torture before selling her off. Walking
with her, like this, I’m on unfamiliar ground. Maybe I just need to
fuck her to get her out of my system, to stop obsessing, and forget
about her. Maybe.

“I suppose I should be
asking your name, who you are, what you do?” She smiles, relaxing
into the curve of the plush booth more and tucking her bare feet up
under her ass. She leans a little more towards me, a little more
into the table. “But I sort of like the mystery…so don’t tell me.
Let me guess.”

“All right, but then it’s
my turn to guess about you.” I smile, but I’m not sure about this.
I can’t reveal too much of myself or of what I know about her. No,
this will be a one-time thing. Fuck and forget. I relax more with
this thought. I watch the ice tumble and slip in my glass as I lift
it to my lips.

“Hmm. You are free during
the afternoon on a usual workday. So, I’m thinking you’re in
finance…stocks, bonds, that sort of thing?” I shake my head, and
she exaggerates a pout and frown in response. Her skin glows in the
low light; her dark eyes are black shiny stones. “Maybe a business
owner, the boss blowing off his busy schedule to stalk unsuspecting
women?” I laugh but shake my head again. Close, but I’m not going
to say that. “Hmm. A doctor? Lawyer?”

She reaches out and grabs my
hand suddenly. A firm and strong grip, she flips it over to look at
my palm. Her touch is cool, fingers delicate, but she rubs hard
against a worn spot. “Well you do
some
work with your hands…an
engineer?” The callous came from using a small chain to whip my
last product. I smile, making a mental note to pick up a new pair
of leather gloves before I find my next girl.

I shake my head again.
“What’s the matter? Can’t you read palms?” This is maybe a little
close to her astrology shit, but I can’t help teasing
her.

She narrows her eyes and
drops my hand onto the table. “Please tell me you’re not a
model!”

I laugh loudly at this.
“No, trust fund baby. I do nothing to earn the millions I have to
play with.”

She raises an eyebrow.
“Hmm. Only millions?” She tilts her own drink back and swallows the
rest in one gulp, elongating her neck to enjoy its slow travel down
her throat. I watch her swallow and again have to resist the urge
to grab her throat. She gets the waiter’s attention easily and
orders two more drinks. I was surprised the first time when he
didn’t card her, but it’s quiet and dark in here. I also gave him a
tip already for showing us to the quietest and darkest
booth.

“You sure you can handle
another one?” She only smiles in response, the same quirking of
coiled lips around a secret.

She moves her hands,
languidly, to caress herself often. Her fingers glide through her
mass of hair, down her neck, up her arm. She knows the effect; she
knows I’ll follow along, look where she wants me to. “Your
turn.”

I lean back, watching her
down half the new drink in one long sip. “You’re out shopping in
the middle of a workday, so not an office job.” She shakes her head
with a bigger smile. “No books, so not a student.” She shakes
again, fingers trailing across the top of her chest. “Pretty.
Nicely dressed.” She smiles wider again at the small compliments,
tilting her chin up, so the light can highlight her cheekbones
more. “Too thin.” She frowns, genuine this time.
“
You
must be a
model.”

She raises her glass to me
but doesn’t smile. “Too thin?”

I lean in. “Like you’d be
too easy to break.”

Her smile is more than
playful this time; there’s no hiding the wicked spark in her eyes
to my obvious challenge. “And you’d be the first man that didn’t
want a woman to be easily broken?”

I laugh, leaning back and
finishing my drink as she does hers. “Not
easily
. Where’s the fun in
that?”

“One more?” She turns for
the waiter before I even reply.

“You are
too
thin to drink like this.” I lower
my voice, adding a little of the natural authority I have to
it.

“I don’t get drunk.” For
just a second, it’s her blank stare—eyes dead, face frozen. It’s
the Grace I knew in Chinatown but in this pretty
costume.

“We’ll see about
that.”

She surprises me by not
responding submissively to my obvious deep, commanding tone. She
laughs, eyes lit once more, face back to the mask of seduction.
Looking at her mischievous grin and fluttering lashes, this time I
do reach out. I put my hand right on her shoulder, my thumb rubbing
up and down the side of her neck. She doesn’t pull back, not right
away. She only laughs at me a little more, leaning into my hand for
one moment.

When she does move, it’s
quick and smooth. Her shoulder turns, hair feathering over my arm
as she leans back. “Don’t you think I should know your name if
you’re going to be touching me like that?”

“No.”

“And you don’t want to
know
my
name?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Then I shall call you
Trust, trust fund boy.”

“And I’ll call you
Red.”

She smiles at this, almost
a shy smile; her voice softens a little. “As good as any name I’ve
been called.”

The waiter arrives with the
drinks, and she doesn’t hesitate. She gulps hers down in one tilt
of her head, eyes shining at me in challenge, all softness gone
again. I toss mine down too. I’m going to be carrying her out of
here.

Standing again on the
street with the fog creeping in, I put my arm around her waist,
pulling her towards me. It’s getting dark already, a cold gray sky
barely lit against the tops of buildings. She moves out of my arm
quickly and saunters to the curb, hailing a cab. She ignores the
glares from a group of business men when she easily steals what
should’ve been their ride.

I open the door and she
smiles at me, sliding over the seat but only part way. She presses
her legs against mine. She’s not even a little tipsy. She matched
me drink for drink with no slurring, no sloppy silly girlishness,
no change.

“Are you Russian?” I’m
laughing, brushing my hand through her hair as I turn to her
more.

She turns her body to me
too and laughs with me. “I don’t think so. I suppose I could be.
Why?” I like the way her spicy scent mixes with the vodka. She
leans a little more onto me, her hand flat and pressed against my
chest. She lowers her voice and adds an accent, “Would Boris like a
naughty Natasha in his bed?”

I press us together with my
arm behind her as the rocking from the cab’s shot suspension keeps
her tits bumping against me nicely. Her lips are wet and apart,
just waiting for mine, her eyes half-open and head tilted perfectly
to the side. I smile at how easily we fit together, how she
anticipates me. The tip of her pink tongue meets mine before our
lips are even sealed. She lets out a small moan as my tongue moves
around hers in a lazy dance. I grab her throat again. I’m gentle,
not using much pressure, but her moan increases, vibrates under my
fingertips. Her own hand rakes through my hair, pulling slightly in
the back.

Her eyes are bright and
shining when I finally release her. She runs her finger along her
lower lip, smiling at me. It’s an obvious invitation to kiss her
again that I can’t refuse.

I open the door and let her
walk in first. Entering my main room, the surrounding city lights
are enough to see the shape of my furniture profiled against the
tall windows. I leave my lights off but turn to her
quickly.

She surprises me by
sidestepping at the last second, walking farther into the room. I
take off my coat and unbutton my shirt, yanking it free from my
jeans. She’s turned around to watch me, hands on her hips. Her tiny
frame topped with her mass of hair is only a dark shape against the
windows. Her face is completely masked in shadow. “Take off your
coat, Red.”

She moves slowly to shrug
out of her jacket. Her shirt and jeans are tightly formed to her
bony shape. I watch her take her top off over her head and can see
that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She turns a little to toss her shirt
onto a chair. It’s a deliberately seductive motion. Putting her
hands on her hips, slowing as she turns back to me, the light
behind her shows off her erect nipples and perky tits for a moment
longer.

Her head nods towards me.
“Tit for tat, Trust.”

I grin and remove my shirt
and jeans, letting them drop with my underwear to the floor. I know
my body is easier to view in this light. I know she can almost
fully see the muscles of my chest and stomach, the hard ridges on
my arms and shoulders, the strength of my thighs. And my big cock,
of course. I’m not fully hard, but I’m getting there.

She doesn’t wait for my
command but does an unhurried job of undoing and lowering her
jeans. Turning again to the side, she puts her ass in the air,
upper body bending down the full length of her straight legs. Her
small tits and hard nipples hang down, begging to be pinched and
pulled. She pops her head up quickly, keeping her back arched and
tits out. With a fake, helpless voice, “Looks like I’ll need some
help getting my shoes
off
this time.”