Accidentally Expecting
"Married to a bully? Have you had enough? Emotional abuse leaves no bruises, breaks no bones, still the damage runs deep. Think it's impossible to prove? Think again. A tape recorded or a hidden camera can be a girl's best friend. -- excerpt from The Modern Day Women's Guide to Divorce (And the Joys of Staying Single)."
She was going to seduce him.
Lacey Reed sat in the shadows sipping on the last of her strawberry daiquiri watching her prey. Sitting in the bar of the hotel in Chicago that she was residing in for the weekend, she seethed at the memory of the radio interview earlier in the day with her co-guest, Randy Orton.
And speaking of the self-proclaimed marriage-before-sex advocate, he sat at the bar nursing a Corona in his left hand while keeping small talk with the bartender. Waving the waitress over, Lacy ordered another daiquiri. As well as a drink for the enemy.
When he stood from the seat at the bar she took it as taking candy from a baby. As he started towards the corner table, she fought to contain the smile crossing her lips. The man responsible for her embarrassment almost ten hours earlier in the day sat across from her. And she wasn't going to hold back in the slightest. "If you invited me over here to--."
"Who said I technically 'invited' you over, Randy?" Taking a sip of her drink, she leaned back in the chair, a smirk dancing across her full lips. This may get interesting.
"Well if you would like to yell at me, just know I never meant for all of that to happen earlier."
Lacey nodded, not really believing the bullshit he was spitting. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
"Lacey, I have a persona to uphold, even on the radio." It was meant to be an all out battle at the WROQ station. They planned it that way. She was the women's right advocate and author. An author in his own right, he strayed more towards the committed relationships before sex is involved way of life. Randy liked her enough as a person, but the producers thought publicity would sky-rocket with the two arguing it out on the airwaves.
And now, Lacey wanted her revenge. He made her look like an ass in front of Lord knows how many listeners. This was why she hated men. They we all the same. And exactly like Dave. "So you threw me under the bus to make you look better. I greatly appreciate that, Randy."
Noting the sarcasm in her voice, he shook his head, placing the beer bottle to his lips. Letting the alcohol slide down his throat, he figured how to deal with her. He didn't know if she had been here for a few hours and had a bit too much to drink or whether she was royally pissed at him. "Ms. Reed, I'm trying to be civil here."
"So now you call me Ms. Reed. As I remember, earlier all you would call me was Mrs. Bautista." Stopping to check her left ring finger she shrugged. "I don't see why. I'm not wearing that ugly ass ring anymore."
"I'm sought out to be an asshole, Lacey. I'll be the first to admit it." All he was doing was sticking to his guns. It was his perception of life and relationships that sex could wait until marriage. Or an extremely exclusive relationship. "I'm not really like that."
She couldn't help but fall victim to his baby blues. And that panty-dropping smirk. "Well I have nothing to be sorry for. I was only standing up for myself."
"Never said you had to apologize for anything." Earlier at the studio, she looked so professional with the black pinstripe pencil skirt, black stilettos and a simple black lace halter top. But now in front of him, he couldn't get over how good she looked with the same heels, matched with a pair of form fitting jeans and a white and deep purple double layered top. And he could even attest to how her ass tugged those jeans in all the right places.
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A handful of drinks each later, and surprisingly some good conversation, Lacey actually appreciated her company. He was good to talk to. And to look at. Not as muscular as her ex-husband, and about an inch or so short, but she had to admit he was just as much, if not more, attractive than Dave. Dave's foreign looks attracted her to him, but Randy was an All-American, with a few tugs at the edges.
And now you push any thoughts of David from your mind…
Covering a yawn with her hand, Randy took the time to check the hour. It almost quarter past eleven, and he thought back to his arrival at the bar almost three and a half hours before. "Getting past your bedtime?"
Lacey lifted her eyes to Randy. "Why? Getting close to yours?"
She was good. But he could do her one better. "Figured maybe you could use someone to tuck you in."
"That may be nice. I have to head up anyways. I have a flight back to Texas tomorrow afternoon." Standing from his seat, he watched in amusement as she stood, only to bend over her chair to grab her clearly expensive bag from the floor. Randy tossed a few bills on the table as she reached in to grab her Louis Vuitton wallet. Shaking her head, she placed the wallet back inside.
Continuing the enjoyable conversation on the walk and elevator ride to Lacey's floor, she couldn't help her smile. "Well, here we are."
"We're here." Since her divorce almost eighteen months prior, she hadn't felt such a physical attraction to another man. And Randy could actually hold intellectual conversation. Better than the blind dates Maria set her up on. "Randy, would you like to come in?"
Looking up at his 6'4" stature from her 5'7 1/2" frame --with the help of three inch heels-- she fought to not get caught in his gaze. And shit. If it wasn't hard before, it was a good ninety times harder. "Sure."
Sliding the keycard through, she opened the door and walked in until she felt Randy's hand engulf hers. Turning to look at him, she felt his lips cover hers. Pushing her back into the room, he kicked the door shut with his foot. Randy lifted the petite brunette against the door, his tongue darting into her mouth as his hands felt up her curves.
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