Fandom: Boiler Room
Disclaimer: I don't own Varick but he sure is fun to play with.
Pairing: Chris Varick/OFC
Rating: M
this is adult. There is adult situations, sexual situations and a little language.
A/N: This is the first thing I wrote form a first person point of view and I was going for an inner monologue type thing... much like what goes on in my own twisted head. The guy could really be anyone, but Chris Varick just fit what I needed and he's totally yummy. Enjoy.
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Chapter 1 Him
I'm having a hard time believing it's January right now
I'm having a hard time believing it's January right now. The sun feels so warm on my skin. It's like heaven. The beach isn't very crowded right now. It's nice. Peaceful. I could stay here on the warm sand all day. It's a long way from my normal life. Thank you to the person who invented the vacation.
My watch tells me it's lunchtime, but my body just isn't feeling it right now. I don't want to get up and leave this little patch of heaven, but I know I need to. There are only two days left of vacation and then it's back to reality.
Reality. There's a concept. The vacation I'm on has distracted me from it all. It's all history now and I want to move on. I need to get back home. I miss Kimmie. This is the longest I've been away from her, and the farthest. I know she's in good hands with my sister and she loves being there with her cousins, but that doesn't stop a mom from worrying.
I know I have got to be taking half the beach with me now. There is sand in places that sand just shouldn't go. It feels like the more I wiggle to get it out, the more it finds its way into every part of my body.
"I need a drink." I don't know why I say things out loud when I'm alone. Habit I guess. I had someone with me to talk to all the time for so long that not having someone seems odd. Even after everything I still had Kimmie to talk to. Maybe I should have brought her with me.
The bucket of ice holding the soda cans is freezing. It's a sharp contrast to the warmth from the sun. I hope I don't drop the can while I dig for my key card to charge this. The last thing I want to is open the can and have it fizz everywhere. Like there's anyone to notice if I get drenched in soda? I'm laughing out loud and the man at the cash register is looking at me like I'm crazy.
Room keys that work like credit cards. Whoever invented those had a good idea too. This soda is good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I took a drink. Maybe lunch isn't a bad idea.
What the fuck? Pain. OK, running smack dab into a large man and falling on your ass is bad enough. Now I feel cold and wet. My soda is soaking through my shorts. Great. Way to go big guy. There's a hand in my face now but I can't stop myself from laughing. Not like this is the first time I've been knocked on my ass because someone didn't see me there.
His hand is huge. He's holding mine to help me up and I feel like a kid holding a grown up's hand. There is that much difference in the size. I should look up… I know I should. So far I've been laughing but I should say something to this man who knocked me down. Ok, so I probably ran into him as much as he did me.
"You ok?" Holy fuck that is the sexiest voice I've ever heard. And he's chuckling at me. Great.
I have to look up now. It's the polite thing to do when you talk to someone. I know this. Why is it so damn hard to take my eyes off his hand?
I need to say something and look up at the man. "I'm good. It wasn't that far to the ground." Oh crap. He's hot. No, hot isn't the right word. He's beautiful. And he is laughing harder now.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." His laughter is fading now and I can see there is sincerity in his apology. Those are some eyes I could get lost in.
I know I'm blushing now. "I'm not exactly in your eye line." I'm giggling. Wonderful Michael Ann. He's going to think you're a giggling, soda spilling freak. "Well, thanks for knocking me on my ass." I have to turn and leave now. My legs are sticky from the soda drying there and I want to get away from this man before I say something really stupid.
I'm walking away now. Goodbye beautiful man who knocked me down. Those were some huge hands. Oh great, now I'm gonna be all horny because of that man's hands.
"Wait." There's that voice again. Is he asking me to wait? Turning to look at him now. He's looking right at me, must have been talking to me. Now he's walking towards me. Normally a man walking to me like this would make me nervous. I'm not comfortable with people in general, and even less with men who look like he does. He's going to say something again.
"I'm Chris." His hand is out again, this time waiting for me to shake it, which I do.
"Mike." He's looking at me with a smirk after I say my name. Yeah, it's Mike. You got a problem with my name?
He's looking at me still. "Mike." Now it's not just the soda getting my panties wet. "Have lunch with me." Wow. That isn't a question he is asking. He's telling me that is what I am doing.
I should say yes. Scream yes. But my shorts are sticky. "I'd love to, but I need to change first." Can't go out with a guy with a soda flavored pussy now, can I?
His eyes are traveling over my body. Not much to look at, I know. I'm not pretty, but I'm not ugly. I'm just average. I know this. It serves me well most of the time. Helps me blend in.
"Can I walk you to your room? I'll wait while you change." This time it is a question he is asking.
"I'd like that." I'm grinning and giggling again. Great.
I feel like it's taking forever to get to my room. What can I put on? A skirt? More shorts? Jeans? Nothing? At least the key card is right on the top in my bag now. I'm motioning for him to follow me in and I watch as he shuts the door behind him.
Now my heart is beating faster. My hands are starting to shake. The stupid zipper on my bag does not want to work for me. Why now? Because he's in my room? I need to get a hold of my nerves. There. Shorts, shirt and panties.
He is standing there, not quite smiling at me. I have to walk past him to go into the bathroom to change. I stop and look up at him. "I'm just gonna go in there and change." He's not smiling anymore as he looks back at me. Neither am I. If he wanted to rip my clothes off right now that would be just fine.
I'm going to go into the bathroom now. Three, two, one, bathroom. Sticky shorts just do not feel good when they come off either. My legs are sticky. Let me just grab this washcloth and clan them off. Much better.
Panties on. Shorts on. Shirt on. Lets go back out there and go to lunch with Chris. I wonder where he will want to go. My hand is moving to open the door now and I see he is looking out the window.
He turned and now he is looking at me again. "You ready now?"
"Yeah." I can't keep the smile off my face. I hate that. He's talking to me and I keep hearing myself giggle. There is the hotel restaurant but we are walking past it. Guess he knows somewhere else.
He is still talking. It's strange. I'm not nervous talking to him. I was back in the room when neither of us said I word. But just talking to him is comfortable. He seems to like to talk as much as I do. Well, as much as I do with people I'm comfortable with that is. Where the hell are we? The back of the resort?
The villas. I haven't been to this part of the place. Fuck. He's probably got money. Probably used to women who look like underwear models and go have their bikini line waxed and get pedicures. That's not me. I don't go to the salon and I have calluses on my hands from holding drumsticks.
What am I doing with this man? He's talking to me and he's interesting and funny. He actually seems to be enjoying what I have to say too. This cannot happen. I will not like this man. I cannot fall for him. Men like him don't date women like me. I don't want a broken heart here. If he wants to have lunch and some really hot sex, I can do that. I think.
"Here we are." His hand is grabbing mine and he is pulling me up the stairs. "I was planning on putting some steaks on the grill."
He's going to cook for me? I will not fall for this man. Oh fuck. Now he's smiling at me again.
I'm so fucked.