after the game

Chapter 9 

After The Game

 I turn the key and race to the turn of the century crippled elevator and wait.

“Come on hurry up,” as I jump up and down fervently. Waiting right now in not an option, impatient and run up the stairs. Bouncing at my door, I fumble with lock and finally get in the apartment. Stripping down to bra and panties, I kick my jeans into the closet. Throw my shirt in the hamper, catching my reflection in the mirror; I realize how unsuitable dingy grey underwear is, nasty.   Pulling them down and off my feet I kick them into the hamper as well. I frantically look in the drawer for the thong I wore Saturday, Please be clean, they are, thank god. I slide it on over my hips; I love how it’s tight against my belly. I look flat, toned. Choosing a crisp white wrap blouse, sleeveless, and a royal blue pencil skirt, thank you Penny, for leaving your some of your wardrobe here.

 “Hey what’s up Sis,” Christian asks standing in the frame of my door, making me jump.

 “I didn’t realize you were home, have a date,” I give him a quick smile and try to focus on pulling up my skirt.

 “I thought you were on a date with that Ricky Ricardo guy,” he jokes.

“Rick Royal, royal pain in my ass.” I roll my eyes. “He thinks he’s god’s gift but, God’s gift is going to be here soon to pick me up,” I smile quickly at him again and then try to pull on my blouse. 

“Who? Do I know him?” sounding a lot like I imagine my father would have been.

“No, I met him at the club the other night.”

“You just met him?

“Yes.”

“And you’re going out with him at ten thirty at night?”

“Yes.”

 My intercom phone buzzes, it’s Jack, and Christian leaves the room to buzz him in and I yell “I’ll answer the door.”

“Not a chance sissy, I’ll answer, I need to check him out.”

 I quickly do a recheck on my makeup, not too much, a little dark blue eye liner, a touch of mascara, and my kissable red L’Oreal lipstick.  I quickly brush my crazy wild hair and admire the auburn streaks in my mahogany hair, something my mother gave me, I assume. 

“I look good today,” I comment to the mirror. Yes, he could want me. Maybe.

He knocks firmly on the door and with much anticipation I wait for Christian to answer. I feel so energized and yet tremendously nervous, I hope he doesn’t think I’m desperate or easy or what, out of my league, perhaps. 
“Hello, I’m Christian, Sissy’s roommate.”

“Hello, nice to meet you, Jackson Darcy. Jack.”

“So, where are you kids headed tonight?” he asks almost with a sarcastic tone.

“Christian, could you give me a hand?” I pop my head out of my room and frown at him then smile at Jack.

“Hi!” I try and seem relaxed.

Christian walks to me and whispers “What?!”

“Don’t embarrass me, please, I already have anxiety that once he gets to know me he won’t like me. Please, please don’t make this anymore awkward than it is right now.” I plead in a hushed voice.

“Just looking out for you kiddo. Gerry would expect me to at least question the guy.”

“I’m ok, please? I’m fine.”

“Ok, do I get to know where you are going at least?”

“The Salt Room.” Jack is quick to answer. We both turn and look at him. He shifts to stand at ease and laces his hands together in front of himself. Relaxed, confident and in control of his game, that’s how I see him just now. He has such strength in his presents. I like it, I like it all.

“Ok,” Chris calmly replies and gives in to letting this go.

“Ready?” he questions.

“Yes, ready.” I answer smiling, I walk towards Jack.

 “Wow you changed you clothes. You look beautiful!” his eyes slowly scan my body.

“I just need to grab my wrap.”

“Shall be going Miss Whyte?” he winks at me with a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, of course.” I catch a glimpse of Christian over mouthing the words Miss Whyte. My eyes widen in horror, then I shoot him a 'don’t you dare embarrass me' look.  I grab my wrap, slip the key in my bag and we’re off. He takes my hand and we walk to the elevator,  pushes the button and the door opens right away. Like magic.

“You’re going to love tonight! The food is apparently fabulous, Rob Feenie is doing the cooking.”  We walk down the steps to the car.  Feeling slightly self-conscious, I pull my wrap around my bare shoulders and I feel Jacks hands assist me, like a gentleman.

 “I wasn’t sure where we were going and I thought and a pair of jean hockey jersey  might be inappropriate.” 

 Aware that I hardly know this man a rush of  uneasiness  make me coy while we’re alone. I really don’t know  anything  about this Adonis.  I’m talking to a stranger. I’m getting into a strangers car? Everything I learned not to do in school. Now if he offers me a drink or drugs I know I’m in trouble. Yet I feel safe.

“I like inappropriate but, you’re perfect. I’m taking you to the Salt Room. Have you heard of it?” he still piercing me with his eyes, “there is a wine tasting happening and I have to attend.  I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Miss Whyte.”

 “But, first. I so want to kiss that mouth.”  I gasp and my mouth fall open. Grabbing my chin with his hand he runs his thumb along my bottom lip. A slow heat skims over my skin and I watch in slow motion as he leans towards me and stops 2 inches from my face. Anticipation blazes through my veins and I am looking directly into my eyes, captured unable to look away. Smiling without waiting for permission he kisses me open mouthed, his tongue is touching mine. His breath is fresh, like mint.   A thrill winds down through my body and settles deep in my belly. I feel a tightening deep down inside. His other hand wraps around my waist, holding me tight against his body my breathing intensifies and reach to touch him but, he pulls away.

 “Wow! If we don’t leave now or you’ll have to beat me off with a stick.”  Smiling, holding me at arms length. “We should at the very least make an appearance, there would be a few people angry with me if I didn’t show, business partners mostly.”

Left breathless I shake my head in a nod “Ok.” Shit, Petunia. 

“Ready?” he opens the door.

 “Very.” trying not to sound too easy, even though right now I am. I’m also willing and able. Wow, Jack. Man are you ever a great kisser!

Stepping  out of the apartment I see a black Bentley  parked on the road and a chauffeur comes around and opens the back curbside door. “A chauffeur. You have a chauffeur? I furrow my eye brows, at him.  Seriously!”

 “Doesn’t everyone these days?,” he laughs out loud. I’m looking little stunned feeling way out of my league, I stop walking,  I try and stay calm,

””You’re not taking me somewhere to give ruffies, and they filming me in a sex video are you?” I smirk.

 “ He’s my driver, it’s a wine tasting and he  is my insurance I’ll make it home in one piece as well as the flying spur. I swear no ruffies.”  His head moves back with a jerk, then tips a little sideways and each eye brow comes together to form  a v. He seems offended. ”If you don’t want to do this jus say. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.”   

Did I just hit a nerve or what? Do you always get your way Mr. Darcy?  

“I’m sorry. You’re a little intimidating. I mean you probably could have anything you want and I’m…. I’m….me,” I sputter nervously.

“I do want to do this. ” There’s tension in my voice and I squeeze my lips together.   He takes my hand and guides me into the car.  I slide across the seat and he follows, sitting so we are touching. Twisting to me he grabs my shoulders  to face  him.

”Libbie, I’m  just a simple  man. Money doesn’t make any different than anyone else. As soon as people find out you  have money they always change.”  He seems tense and uncomfortable. 

“I like you, your intellect and your sweetness.   I want spend some time getting to know you.  Are you ok with that?” he puts a strand of hair behind my ear. I beam a smile back at him, “Yes, I’m ok with that. I’m sorry, not knowing you well, I got spooked, I guess.  Let’s start again. Hi! I’m Libbie Whyte.” I hold out my hand. Jack shakes my hand  “Hi, Jack Darcy. Ok then let’s go have some fun,” le leans back and the tension he had disappears.  I’m still feeling a little edgy but, excited to be going to a wine tasting with him. I like that he touches me, it’s like an ownership. Sitting next to him,  here in his car the scent of his spicy cologne, the warmth of his body beside me, the kiss we just shared, it’s  trance inducing. “Can I offer you a drink?  He looks down at me, he’s tall even sitting.  “Maybe it will help you to   relax  baby, he reaches for the bar  stops and turns to me. There is just something I have to do.” With warning he reaches for my face and puts his lips to mine, and kisses me, hot spontaneous, full lip kiss. His mouth parts slightly, I feel a pull in my in my sweet spot. . Oh, I want this. He must feel this too, that chemistry. I felt a tension since I met him. I put my hands on his lapels of his jacket and kiss him back. He’s smells incredible. A flush comes over my face and I sink into his body.  I’m brushed on my chin with his slight rubble. Touching his lips washes down to my very core, my body starts to come alive with a wave of raw desire. Second we drink with our nose; my olfactory lobes are imprinted with him forever.   Who are you?  He pulls away suddenly, leaving me wanting more.  “That feels better, doesn’t it? Your mouth is so sweet, like a magnet it draws me in.”  I look away, instantly uncomfortable.  Maybe I seemed too easy.

“I’m sorry did I say something wrong?”

 “No, you just are so, candid.”   

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Here let’s have that drink, shall we. Do you like B&B?”

“I don’t know.”