Wrong for Me (Bad Boy Romance) (2 page)

My
heart jerked a little when I made the commitment. It was the first time in a
long time I actually had done something I
wanted
to do and not something I felt
obligated
to do.

I was
going to make the most of our night out.

“Boy,
you really know how to
pick’em
.” I said as I looked
around the small dusty dive bar before my eyes finally settled on a tall,
muscular, man playing pool in the corner.

“What’s
the matter? Not fancy enough for you.” Vivian teased as she took a drink of her
beer.

The
man glanced up from the table and locked eyes with me. My heart lurched a
little the moment his gaze caught sight of me. He had a thick head of black
hair, a little more than a 5 o’clock shadow that speckled across a sharp jaw
line, dark eyebrows and bright green eyes that pierced through the dusty, dimly
lit bar.

“Not
fancy enough? Now don’t make me sound like some prissy little girl that doesn’t
like to get dirty.” I shot back with a smile before finishing off my drink. I
had already had a few Long Island’s and was starting to feel the buzz coursing
through my body.

“Well
I wouldn’t exactly call you prissy, but I’m not sold on the idea that you like
to get dirty.” Vivian said as she gave me a playful nudge of the elbow.

I
glanced back at the man playing pool as he rounded the table to take aim, his
heavy motorcycle boots thudded on the wooden floor as he walked. He bent over,
back facing towards me.

“Are
you checking out that guy’s butt?” Vivian asked with a shocked look on her
face.

I
was.

“What?
No!” I laughed with embarrassment.

“Liar.
Your face always turns red when you’re embarrassed. Look at you Ms. Kayla
Rhoads.
Slummin
’ tonight.” Vivian burst out in sharp laughter
as she waved to the bartender to get more drinks for each of us.

“Oh
hush, I can’t help it. All the guys at the office are boring. Samantha set me
up with a date with a guy named Jonathan, but I can’t help but think he’s a
stale piece of toast.”

“Maybe
not, give it a try. At least you’ll get free dinner out of it.” Vivian said
with a shrug of her shoulders.

I
wrapped my lips around my straw and sucked my drink down to the middle of the
glass. I was already starting to feel lightheaded and made a mental note not to
have another.

“Free
dinner or not, the man is as boring as a brick wall.” I said with a heavy sigh,
dreading my date with him later on in the week. “I always feel like everyone is
forcing expectations on me. Like I can’t just tell Samantha I don’t want to
date Jonathan or tell my mom maybe I don’t want to focus my life on-” I held up
my hands and made quotation marks with my fingers, “‘being successful’” or
making money.”

“Do
you really have to make money to be successful?” Vivian asked as she leaned in
to listen to me vent.

“Try
telling my mother that.”

“Really
though, I don’t make a whole lot of money but I’m comfortable. I pay the bills,
I have enough left over to have fun, and I don’t work myself like a dog like
you do. Could you not call that successful?”

“I
suppose you’re right.” I said, sucking the rest of my drink dry. The bartender
made a motion to see if I wanted another drink. I quickly waved him away as I
tried to shake off the lightheaded feeling.

“Sometimes
I envy you Vivian.”

“What
do you have envy about me?” She asked with a laugh.

“The
fact that you could go out and have fun. You’re so outgoing and lovable.”

“Oh
stop it, your outgoing and lovable too. At least you can be when you want to
be.” Vivian shot back.

“I
guess. What I’m really trying to say is I envy that no one breaths down your
neck. You’re free to live your life the way you want without feeling so…” I
wracked my brain for the right words, “constrained and constricted. It’s like
I’ve come this far and I’ve done so much work for
someone else
. It wasn’t for
me.
Sometimes I just want to do something for me. You have that freedom and I
don’t. I envy that.”

Vivian
sat in silence as she listened to me practically pour out my heart in a small dusty
bar. Just then, the man looked up from the pool table to lock eyes with me. My
heart gave a little jump when I realized the whole time I was spewing out my
life’s problems to my best friend, I was staring at the man like a hypnotized
zombie. You know those times when you space out and look off into the distance?
That was me, only the distance was some handsome biker dude with a nice ass.

“I
want to have a one-night stand.” I blurted out before coughing up a burp.
Vivian burst out laughing, nearly attracting the attention of everybody around
us.

“What!”
I laughed as I nudged her arm to get her to quiet down. “Seriously though, I
want to do something wild and crazy. Something unprecedented and unequivocal.”

“And
a one-night stand is unprecedented?” Vivian asked as she tried to wrestle
control of her laughter.

I
took a moment to pause and think. “Yeah. You have one night stands right?”

“Hey
now, don’t make me sound worse than I am.” Vivian shot back. She wasn’t
offended, she knew I didn’t mean anything bad by it. “Occasionally I’ll have a
little fun.” She added.

“I
look at all the men in my office and they all look like pansy-paper-pushers.
They’re all pale, clean-shaven, and overly professional. I want a real man to
take control of me. A man with calluses on his fingers.” As I said all this my
eyes were glued to the guy across the bar. Occasionally he would look up to
ensure I was still staring at him.

He
probably thought I was some kind of creep.

Actually,
who was I kidding? He’s a guy, he probably loved a woman staring at him.

Vivian’s
eyebrows scrunched up as she tried to make sense of my ramblings. I wasn’t one
to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, but I also wasn’t one to open up
like this so blatantly.

“You
need to loosen up a bit and have some fun. Go meet a stranger or something. Why
not that guy playing pool over there that you can’t seem to tear your eyes away
from?” Vivian asked with a chuckle. My eyes lit up in shock.

“I
can’t.”

“Kayla…
Go.”

“No,
no.”

She shot
me a punishing look as if she were daring me to say no again.

“Okay
fine, but I’m going to the bathroom first.” I said with a smile creeping across
my face.

“Deal.”
Vivian said as I stood up from my barstool and made my way to the bathroom.

As
soon as I got out of my seat I felt the alcohol hit me. I held onto the bar for
a brief moment as I readied myself for my walk to the bathroom. I wasn’t
that
drunk and I wasn’t one of those
women that got drunk and did things they regretted. And as ridiculous and wild
as the thing I was about to do was, I still don’t regret it to this day.

I
had a thousand feelings swirling inside of me. The drinks, the talk with
Vivian, the pressure I was under at work—it all felt like a weight on my chest
that I couldn’t get rid of. To be honest, I just wanted to drop everything in
my life and leave. Go to the Grand Canyon or the redwood trees in California. I
didn’t care, I just wanted out.

I
stared at myself in the mirror after I used the single toilet bathroom. Call me
weird, but I had a habit of staring at myself in the mirror several times a
day. I think it was one of those things where you can’t believe the life you’re
currently living. I was trapped and I had to figure out something.

“Get
it together Kayla.” I said to myself with a heavy sigh as I dried my hands off
on a paper towel, tossing it to the trash can and missing.

I
unlocked the door and swung it open. As soon as I walked outside my face ran
smack into someone’s chest; a strong, toned, manly chest.

“Whoops,
I’m sorry.” I muttered as I looked up to see who it was. My heart dropped the
moment my eyes landed on his strong jaw line and bright green eyes.

It
was the man across the bar playing pool.

“
Ohh
, hey there sexy.” I said without thinking. My eyes lit
up in shock and my hand shot to my mouth as I tried to cover up any more honest
words that might escape it. I couldn’t believe I had just said that.

“Not
bad yourself.” He said with a devilishly smooth smirk.

My
breath fluttered still as I got a waft of his scent. He smelled like a perfect
mix of sandalwood, leather, and whiskey.

“I
couldn’t help but notice you staring at me from across the bar.” He said as I
stared at the floor, trying desperately to avoid eye contact. My face was
blazing red with embarrassment. Alcohol always made the honest Kayla come out.
Sometimes it could be a good thing, and other times it could be terribly
embarrassing. Now was one of those terribly embarrassing moments.

“Do
I know you? Or do you just find me irresistibly attractive?” His smile grew a
little bigger as he tried to hold back laughter. He was playful and his face
lit up with perfect charm, but he was all man. He had on an unzipped worn
leather jacket, dark gray T-shirt underneath that clung to his muscular chest
like tissue paper just waiting to be peeled off. His boots were scuffed with
tiny clumps of dirt clinging to them, and his pants hugged his meaty thighs and
butt in the most tempting way possible.

He
was the exact opposite of a pansy-paper-pusher man that I had grown so
accustomed to seeing around the office. He was a man’s man that looked like he
knew how to fix things, but the only thing that needed fixing at that moment
was my racing heart.

His
hand reached up and he placed the bottom of his index finger underneath my chin
to push my head up and force me to make eye contact with him.

“Well,
which is it?”

“Which
is what?” I couldn’t even remember what he had asked me. He pulled his hand
away and rested it on the door. His skin was rough and even though he was a
complete stranger I wanted him to touch me again. He leaned against the door,
blocking my way to the tiny hallway that led out into the bar.

“Do
I know you? Or do you just find me attractive?” He asked again. He was so
direct and pointed to this question that it threw me off guard.

I
swallowed hard against my dry throat. “I don’t know you. But I couldn’t help
but notice your cute tooshie bending over the pool table every two seconds.” I
couldn’t help but giggle after saying that.

“Tooshie?”
His dark eyebrows shot up as he held back the urge to laugh. “That’s not a
‘Tooshie’, that’s a grade-A high quality man ass right there.” This time we
laughed together.

“You’re
damn right.” I said as I reached around him and grabbed a nice handful of his
grade-A high quality man ass. It was nice and firm underneath my palm.

He
practically jumped out of his skin. “Woah!” He blurted out and after the
initial shock he inched a little closer to me. “You sure are forward aren’t
you.” His hand reached up and lightly brushed a curl of my hair behind my ear.
His fingers sent rough and tiny tingles racing up the back of my neck the
moment his fingertips grazed across my cheek.

“It’s
just been a different kind of day.” I said as my life worries crept into my
mind yet again.

“Or
maybe you’re just a different kind of girl.” He said as his playfulness melted
away from his face and his hand slipped around my waist and pulled me closer. I
drew a deep breath in. His unmistakable scent tickled the back of my nose and
nearly made my knees wobble. He didn’t say another word as his hand snaked up
my back until it nestled on the back of my head.

He
stooped down a little and pulled my head closer to him as he planted a firm
kiss on my lips. I just let it happen, because deep down I wanted it to happen.
The moment his lips touched mine my breathing stopped, my heart stopped, my
knees trembled and my hands clutched at his arm. Even over the thick leather
jacket I could tell he was strong and muscular. His breath smelled like whiskey
and a hint of mint. The realization of what was going on started to crush down
upon me as soon as he pulled me closer and his tongue found mine.

I
pulled back, hand smacking against his strong chest as I thought about pushing
away and escaping. His grip on the back of my head loosened slightly as he
looked at me with a giant question mark written across his face. There I was in
a dusty dive bar at the entrance of a single toilet unisex bathroom kissing a complete
stranger that smelt and looked like everything I thought it man should be.

But
I didn’t even know his name.

“I
don’t even know your name.” My thoughts practically blurted out of my mouth.

“Rick.”
He said pointedly, still holding on to the back of my head.

“Kayla.”
I said with a nervous smile.

“Well,
now were not strangers anymore.” He said with his signature smirk, pulling me a
little closer as he dared to kiss me again.

“Nice
to meet you Rick.” My eyes traced across his perfect face and dark features.

“Nice
to meet you too Kayla.” He said as he pulled me in for another kiss. I could
already tell he was the type of man that took what he wanted. And right now he
wanted me.

His
stubble brushed against my soft skin as his lips found mine. Slowly, he started
walking me back into the bathroom. The door shut behind us as we stepped in the
tiny room. I trembled the moment I felt his hand slide down the side of my hip
and rest between my legs, right on my pussy. I bent at my knees a little,
trying desperately to apply pressure from his hand on the outside of my pants.
I was already wet.

I
let out a tiny, muffled moan against his mouth as he pushed his hand against
me. My hips pressed up against him. My hand slipped underneath his jacket and
fumbled with the bottom of his shirt as I tried to slip it up underneath. As
soon as I heard him unzip my jeans my heart stopped.

Was
I actually going to do this? Was I actually going to fool around with a
stranger in a bathroom. I mean sure he was dead sexy beyond belief, but was
this what I actually wanted?

He
fumbled with the button of my jeans for a moment before he broke our kiss and
looked down. In an instant he had my pants unbuttoned and unzipped.

I
was going do it. I was going to go through with it because that’s what I
wanted. I wanted him. I wanted spontaneity in my life. I wanted to be wild and
different like Vivian. I didn’t want to know where I’d end up any given night
or wake up any given morning. I needed an escape from the mundane and the
pressure.

I
wiggled my hips a little, helping him awkwardly tug my jeans down my thighs. He
didn’t even bother getting them all the way down before his hand pushed between
my thighs and rested on the outside of my panties.

“Oh,
fuck…” I whispered against his mouth as I felt him push my panties aside and
trace a fingertip up my wetness.

“You’re
sexy Kayla.” He said as he eased the tip of his finger inside. I held onto him
as my knees grew weak and I did my best to widen my stance, making it easier
for him to push inside.

My
mouth locked open in a silent scream as soon as I felt the entire length of his
finger ease into me. I rolled my hips against him, trying desperately to get
him to go deeper.

And
that’s when the door swung open.

“Oh
shit, we didn’t lock it?” I said in shock as I tried to awkwardly pull my pants
up as quickly as possible. Rick immediately pulled his hand away and swung
around.

A
bigger man with a long beard and a drunken walk stumbled into the bathroom.

“I
gotta
take a piss…” He managed to slur out. I was still
shimmying my hips as I tried to get my pants back up.

“Can’t
you see we’re busy here. Fuck off and take a piss outside if you have to go so
bad.” Rick barked as he turned around to face him. I watched as Rick squared up
with the man. His fists clenched at his sides. He was clearly ready for a
confrontation. There was something about watching him be so aggressive towards
another man that made him even more attractive. And I was already as wet as I
could get.

“Sorry
man… shit.” The man said as he stumbled back towards the door.

“Hurry
up.” Rick said, giving him a swift push towards the door to hurry him along.
The man tripped outside the door and I heard him mumbling something as he
walked down the hallway.

Rick
continued to stare at the door until it swung closed. Finally, he turned around
with a smile and nearly on the verge of laughter.

“Sorry
about that. Drunks can be ridiculous.”

“I’m
drunk, am I being ridiculous?” I asked with the teasing smile.

“No.
You’re being sexy.” He said as he walked back toward me and grabbed my hand.

“I
got a better place to go. Follow me.” He said as he started pulling me towards
the bathroom door.

“To your
place? I can’t leave. I have a friend out there.” I said in protest as I
quickly tried button up my jeans as he tugged me out of the bathroom.

“Not
my place.” He said, pulling me out into the tiny hallway. I hadn’t even had a
chance to button up my jeans. I stumbled behind him and awkwardly looked down
the hallway towards the bar. I could see Vivian chatting up the bartender as
Rick pulled me in the opposite direction of the bar towards the end of the
hallway.

He
opened up a door and practically slung me inside with a smile. My eyes raced
around the room as I tried to figure out where we were. The door shut behind
him and he turned on the light. We were in a tiny office with a small desk and
a few filing cabinets.

“Who’s
office is this?” I asked as I leaned against the desk and he made his way
towards me. Without saying another word, he grabbed the back of my head and
forced another kiss. I let out a heavy sigh as his tongue found mine and his
other arm pulled me closer.

My
heart skipped the moment I felt his bulge press against my hip. He grabbed the
back of my thighs and hoisted me up on the desk. The wooden leg squeaked
against my weight and for a moment I worried if it would be able to hold me.

I
broke my kiss and pulled back. “We can’t do this here…Who’s office is this?” I
said, looking at him like he was crazy.

“It’s
my office.” He said before stooping back down and pressing his lips against
mine.

I
pull back again.

“Your
office?”

“Yes
my office. I own this place.” His hands snaked up the underside of my shirt,
lips forcing their way against mine yet again.