I wake up, cold. I look down and remember I didn't even undress last night with my jean shorts and shirt still on, I scan around. He's not here anymore. I pout. He's left a groove in the bed, along with his phone and wallet on the floor. I'm curious, I pick up his Blackberry and scan through it. His wallpaper is of the New York skyline, Empire State and All. I go through his pictures. Some landscapes, portraits, did he take these? "You really shouldn't look through other people's phones." Shit! I jump around and he glares at me as he comes through the door with Walgreen carrier bags on each arm, his arm's hanging them effortlessly with his bulking muscles. Damn. I grin shyly and put it back down and watch him put some of the groceries in the fridge, but I went shopping yesterday? He must've got at least $100 worth of stuff. "Find anything incriminating?" He laughs raising an eyebrow as he opens a bag of bagels near the toaster. It's a fancy brand of bagels, $3.00 each, I only ever buy the basic. It shows the difference between us. I shake my head, just soaking him all in. I can't believe I have this..attraction to him, and I haven't even slept with him yet. It's unheard of - to me anyway. I stay mute as I have a quick shower and come back in with my hair wet, and a towel wrapped around me. His eyes gleam as he's still in the kitchen. "Oh! Do you want me to leave while you...get dressed?" He seems nervous for some reason - weird. "Ha no. You're good." I go through to my bedroom as I drop my towel and go through and put on some sweatpants and a black vest shirt. Mhm, I smell bagels.
He's smirking into his hands so I can't see his face as I go back through. "Fuck. Mallory. You can't just do that and expect me to be a-okay. " I'm totally lost, my forehead creases. What's he going on about? He's blushing, both arms on the table as he finally raises his face to eat his bagel. "What did I do?" His posture rises as he smirks and drops the bagel onto the plate. "You just walked into there butt naked!" Oh. Crap. Right! I'm not used to having male company in my apartment. I didn't even think! Ah fuck. "Crap. I'm sorry! I really didn't realize. You wanna come sit down and eat that?" I try and change the subject. He blushes, he looks mad, until he smiles and his eyes rise from under his eyelashes. "I need a few minutes to y'know recover myself." - his eyes nod down to his crotch hidden by the table. - Oh I see! And I blush for him- "I'm kind of embarrassed. You just have an effect." Ha, I've never been called an effect before. He's got a hard-on the poor guy! Part of me is flattered, and the other part of me wants to jump his bones in the kitchen. No, Mallory. Stop. This is different. With any luck, this will last. I tell myself. No. No. No. Wait till tonight. So I settle with lying down on the mattress and mouthing: "It's fine" to him and he does a childlike giggle. After a while and his embarrassment over he brings me over a Peanut Butter and Jelly bagel and we talk until we decide to finally go on this elusive date.
He leaves the apartment at 2pm, and we decide to meet at the Olive Garden at 5. I rush over to Jason's flat, another slightly dangerous, rough looking place out in the suburbs and boiling heat. He's been here longer than me, but not that much longer. I apologise for the other night and he asks me to fill in all the details , the gossip that he is. He gets out his flashy metal weight set and starts pumping them as I tell him everything. "I need a favour." I ask him nervously. He shrugs urging me to go on, he's very good to me, I think Doug would like him. I make a promise to myself to phone him tonight and I will keep it, I promise! "Have you got like, any dresses from the club or something? Y'know for tonight?" As long as I've known him he hasn't seen me in a dress, bum showing shorts and thongs, yes, dresses - no. But I want to look good, I expect and need things to get heated tonight, and from his earlier ordeal, I know he's urging too as well. Jason normally supplies some of the outfits for the girls at the Club as his sister passes down a lot of her clothes and he shows me what he has left. Some of it's quite slutty, some quite classy - for Vegas anyway. I decide on a black leather skirt (as classy as it gets!), simple black V neck shirt and some plain black patent pumps about 4 inches high - if I can wear clear platforms and dance, I can wear these! I thank him and ask him if I'm able to have the night off tonight - as if things hot up, I'm not leaving to strip for other men! I'm a one-man women for the night - something I never thought would happen.
By the time I get back to the apartment I have half an hour to get ready and freak out. I quickly get dressed, brush my hair back and put some eyeliner and some red lipstick Jason also leant me. I walk down to the Olive Garden, and wait. I should've put a jacket on or something, it's not that warm anymore. Without lying to myself, I'm still apprehensive he won't turn up - I guess I always will be. He's from New York, has a rich father and an education to match - he's way too good for me. I shake these feelings off and relish in how good I feel. Red leather and all. I see him walking towards me. And I die a little. He has on a pair of suit trousers, a green and blue plaid shirt, a navy blazer, black leather dress shoes and he's got perfectly tousled brown hair and a newly shaven jaw line. And I want to skip the meal altogether. Shut up, Mallory. He smirks as he gets closer to me. "Wow, you look amazing." I shrug awkwardly and give him a spin as he laughs. "You don't look so bad yourself." I add and he really doesn't. Swoon! "Thank you, Miss." He giggles and kisses the top of my hand as he drags my arm through his and into Olive Garden. It begins.
We order. Him, a Beef Burger and Budweiser. Me, Spaghetti Bolognese and a Corona. The conversation flows easily as he asks me simple question about my family, Doug and Lois, past boyfriends and why I moved here. I then quiz him about his family, his Dad's business, his job in New York and Aidan. I don't ask him about past girlfriends as there's probably a list, and my self confidence is too good right now to be dealt a blow. I instead choose what I see as a more appropriate question, "How rich is your Dad?" What?! I can't help but be curious, but he seems mad. He obviously doesn't like talking about either money - or hid Dad. "Uhm, comfortably so." O-kay, that didn't tell me much. He tightens, seeming stressed. A slightly awkward silence fills us. Damn, what do I do? He breaks it first. "Do you have work off tonight?" He says the word work as if to spit it out, offending me. I lean back into the booth. "Do you have a problem with what I do? And no, I have the night off." And now I seem tense, but I want an answer, his bad mood has pissed me off. And I'm annoyed with myself, why do I care so much what I think? Grr, he's angered me now. Yet it doesn't last long. "No, from what I saw you were very good at it." He smiles into the table, smirking. I blush, and my stomach flips. He always lightens the mood with one of his smiles. He rubs his leg up my leg but keeps his eyes down. Accidentally or on Purpose? I can't work him out and I continue gazing at him. We order another round of beers, and he looks at me again, and I go in for the kill. "Are you shy about sex?" I stare him straight in the eyes, knowing that my questions are getting more inappropriate - Maybe I'll ask about STD's in a minute, I subconsciously giggle. But this time he looks right back at me. "No, just your very confident about it and I'm not used to that. And I like it." He smirks again and I melt. A flat-chested brunette waitress comes to our table and interrupts his revelation, and I order some Chocolate Ice Cream. She brings it back quickly and I dive in. "You want some?" He nods and I he tries to take the spoon from me, being shocked when I dive the spoon into his mouth myself. His eyes light up. "Yum." And he licks his lips. You could split the sexual chemistry with a knife.
We get outside and it's cold for Vegas at this time. The sun is setting and we both look at it. "Not tempted to climb on Red Lobster and stare it down?" He laughs. "I'm always tempted." I smirk back. He walk arm in arm to the Grand MGM hotel, and I'm excited to see the reflective floors and gold furnishings again. Oh the sight we will look like! Him, the polished beauty that he looks and Me, in my short arse skirt and eyeliner. Whore, they'll be shouting . And I don't give a fuck. "Here", he interrupts my thoughts and puts his navy blazer over my shoulder, grazing his fingers up my neck afterwards, making me tingle. He knows how to make a girl crazy. He's a damned fool, playing with fire. My pace quickens afterwards, eager to get to this hotel. We walk in silence but not awkward, just enjoying each other's company and we turn into the golden and shining hotel and I stare up at it, knowing what's going to happen and I gleam.
We walk in, and my heels are noisy as we head straight for the grand elevators. He slips his hand down to my hand and presses the top button again as we rush back up to the top of the heightening building. The journey seems forever, filled with elegant elevator music. "It's Boch." I look at him confused. "What?" "Boch? The piano." Oh, I see. Education and fucking, he's a catch alright, I giggle to my thoughts and he stares down at me. "What's so funny?" He looks sad, as if I'm laughing at him. Crap, I'm not! "Just that your very clever. You'll probably teach me a lot." He smiles to his eyes appreciating the compliment and runs a hand through his shiny hair. Elevator, hurry up! "Well maybe I will teach you some things...tonight." He smirks, winking at me. The doors open as if impeccably timed and we step out. He opens the bulky wooden door to his ever-so-large penthouse suite; I will also be star struck by it. I'm still blushing about his comment. Shit, he thinks he's good in bed. He probably is! Am I any good? I doubt all my past sexual experience and feel slightly unprepared. I've only had 3 straight sex partners. And with his looks, God knows how many he's had! I gulp and I take off the navy blazer and lay it on the couch in the room. He looks out to the skyline of Vegas, the sun still setting, must be around 7pm. We both stare at it for a while, watching pedestrians the size of ants skittle around. "Y'know this isn't just a one-time thing, don't you , Mallory?" Ha, don't I know that?! If it had been, we would've done it 2 days ago! I nod, "I know." He smirks and runs a hand through his hair, maybe waiting for a move to make or the right timing, I don't know. I have butterflies, and I'm nervous. There's no lights on, just the skyline and the setting Sun. He moves his hand down to my lower waist and turns me to face him. We soak each other in for a while. His breathing is hard and he looks down at me deeply, I look back and then look down his neck and undo his top button, down to his chest, rubbing through his plaid shirt. He moves one of hands down my face down to my chest and then around to my back and draws tiny circles on the nape of my neck, and it's like nothing I've ever felt before. I close my eyes, his hold on me becomes harder, more needing and he swoons in impatiently.