A/N: Little oneshot I wrote for fun.
LAST NIGHT
My eyelids felt hot when I gained consciousness. The burning made it to hard to keep them shut. Sleep was done, I realized.
I opened them and found light…and dust…and triceps. Dense, tan triceps and when my eyes traveled up and around, I found no shirt. Just more skin and more muscle. The rest of my senses kicked in and I breathed in the faint smell of cologne and an alcohol-drool blend. I looked directly up. A man.
Shit. Just as I thought. A man. A man who had probably assumed I'd be asleep when he woke, making it easier for him to leave. He had to.
I am his producer and he has to go. Thud. I am his producer and he has to go. Thud-thud.
Ohh, damn. His heart. It even beats perfectly. I stared at the source: his chest. It was beautifully sculpted like the rest of his body. Little Goosebumps arrived from me breathing on him and two other 'friends', tanner and chillier, came out to play. I giggled to myself quietly as possible and watched him stir. A smooth 'Mmm' came from his lips.
"G'morning."
"Ah!" I said. "Oh…Lucas." I was breathless. He was flawless. His voice scared the demons out of me. Nothing was a sin any longer. Abstinence was wildly overrated and drinking was heavenly. So, last night, was…just amazing.
"Call me Nick." He told me.
"Mr. Lucas," I was stern this time. No way was I calling a stranger by his first name. "I think it's time you go."
He stirred once more and rolled to his back. He put his hands to his tummy and laced his fingers. "Hm," he said, "You wouldn't like that now would you, Miss. Miley?"
I blushed so hard I thought the blood from face would pour out to sheets. Miss Miley, Miss Miley. Dear God, why? So unprofessional it was reviving. Where was my boss when I wanted him?
"Actually, I would. Last night was—" Remarkable? Astounding? Enthralling? "wrong. And irresponsible, and stupid, and so, so wrong." I finished.
Why the hell was I lying? It was the best night of my life! Him on me was like…him on me! And yet it was a million times better than I'd ever imagined.
Mr. Lucas looked at me and I didn't dare to look back. Not yet. "Oh really?" he teased, "Because something so, so wrong couldn't possibly have you screaming my name all night lonngg."
My face lit fire and so did behind my eyes. The rest of me went numb and all I could feel was burning.
"Ohhhhh, Nicholas! Oooaahh…uh, Nick, uhh! Yes!"
Hot! Hot! Oh my God, no! I got up real quick and bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and breaking down against it. I cried and sobbed and told myself what an embarrassment I was for having a fling with a client. How was this ever going to stay a secret? He isn't ever going to take me seriously now.
I felt two knocks on my back.
"Miley?" Nick sighed. "Miley, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel…stupid. I screwed up. It's okay; everything that happened last night was not your fault."
I smiled a bit.
He knocked again. "You've got a cute butt." He chuckles, "Any man would screw up for butt like that."