Chapter 12
Heat
The villa's air conditioning felt cool on Liz's damp skin. The long hike back from the club was harder then she thought it would be. However, she wasn't going to let Red hear her complain. She should of just took Red's car back and she would of already been in bed. The walk back was complicated by the fact that she was light on her feet and off balance. She had held on to Dembe for much of the way back. Smiling whenever she noticed Red glancing at them to see if she was OK. At first Red had sped ahead of them, but when he calmed down a bit, he slowed his pace to walk beside them the rest of the way back.
Red walked over to the refrigerator and took out a cold bottled water. Twisting the cap off he took a long drink and then walked over to the white couch in the middle of the living room. Liz was sitting down on one end with her feet tucked under her. "Drink this. Your face is flushed and it will make you feel better. Alcohol can make you dehydrated. "
Liz grabbed the bottle from him without saying a word and started to drink from it. After taking a few drinks she got up and walked over to the light switch, dimming the room to almost darkness. She then walked over to the glass windows and stared out over the Mediterranean Sea. The lights from outside casting a soft glow into the room.
"It's beautiful." Liz said, then walked over to the liquor cabinet and searched for something to drink.
"Lizzie. You have had enough."
"I can think for myself. You dragged me out of there and it's still early. I'm not done yet." Liz said as she looked for something to drink. "Besides, you can go to bed. Dembe promised me a dance."
Red walked over to her and stood real close to her back. "So you can cock tease him like you did every man in that bar tonight? I'm not going to let that happen."
"I didn't cock tease anyone Red..."
"No? What do you call rubbing your ass on men's cocks? Letting them run their hands up and down your body while your hands are wrapped around their neck? There wasn't a limp cock in the bar, mine included."
"It's called dancing. If you and they can't handle it, then go take a cold shower." Liz picked up the tequila and poured herself a shot. Then winced as it slid down her throat, coughing a little.
Red pressed himself on her back and circled her arms. He placed a hand on top of her hand that held the tequila bottle. "One day you're not going to be able to handle it. One day I wont be there to scare them off. ".
"Don't worry about me. I'm tougher then I look." Liz flicked her hand to move his hand off of hers, then poured herself another shot. "Want one?"
"No Lizzie. One of us has to be in control."
"I'm in control. I can control you." Liz downed another shot. This time used to it's strength.
Red chuckled deep in his chest and then whispered deep and slow in her ear, as he pressed closer to her back. His bulge pressed tightly against her bottom. "Lizzie. you don't want to see me not in control."
Liz shook her head. " I can take care of myself . I don't need your protection. "
Red turned her around to look at him and stepped close, looking into her eyes. "The more you drink the more turned on you become. If I start to drink, I'm not going to be able to control what I do to you. What if I don't want to stop when you tell me too? What then?"
"Then I push you off."
"It's not that simple, Lizzie."
Liz was getting bored with the subject. "Do you want to drink or not? If not, then I'm going to find Dembe. I want to have fun and you're too uptight all the time."
Red looked deep into Liz's eyes for a long time, debating on his next move. He warned her what might happen if they both drank to much , but she didn't seem to care. He wanted nothing more than to forget all the consequences and just go for it. Hoping she wouldn't stop him. He would deal with the repercussions in the morning.
"Hand me a glass.".
