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Wendy was sexy. There was no denying it. She wore her tight, expensive dress well, and the heels she had on did amazing things for her of the night, she pressed against me and made promises with her eyes. When she let me slip my hand up her dress right there in the restaurant and play with her, I knew she was more than aware of why I had called her.

Rosé had worried me with her talk about Wendy being a good girl and being worth more than a quick fuck. Fact was, she was nice. I liked her well enough. She would be great for some guy who wanted that kind of thing. I didn't. I just wanted to get Jennie Kim out of my head.

Wendy wrapped her arms around me and started kissing and nibbling my neck as I unlocked the front door. Jennie would be here soon. But I wasn't taking Wendy up to my room. I glanced at the clock, and I knew I had about thirty minutes. I'd start it in here and then take her out to the beach somewhere dark and hidden. Jennie wouldn't see us. And I wouldn't be thinking about how close she was.

"In a hurry?" I asked as the door opened.

Wendy smiled up at me and puckered up her lips. "Maybe. I've fantasized about having you inside me, Lisa Manoban, for so damn long," she said, reaching back and unzipping her dress and shoving it down. Her double-Ds fell free, and large brown nipples greeted me. "I want that dirty mouth on me," she said, pressing her chest out and holding her heavy breasts in her hands. The long, red, perfectly manicured nails pinched her nipples as she backed into the house. "I've gotten off so many times thinking about you sucking my nipples and sliding inside of me, harder and harder," she said in a husky whisper.

I hadn't been hard, but the suggestive image she was painting was helping to get me very interested. Grabbing her waist, I forced myself to keep my eyes on her. To remember who it was I was with. This was not Jennie. I was with Wendy.

"You want this?" I asked, picking her up so that her nipple was at my mouth and her legs wrapped around my waist. Sticking my tongue out, I flicked her nipple with the tongue ring I'd worn, knowing my mouth would be pleasing a woman tonight.

"Yes, God, yes. Suck it!" she cried out.

I enjoyed the fullness of her breast in my hand as I pulled the hard nipple into my mouth. I opened my eyes frequently to remind myself of who this was. I wasn't going to use someone else like that again. If I was gonna fuck her, then I was gonna fuck her. Just her.

She began rubbing herself on my chest. This one was hot. She was gonna blow fast and several times. Good. I needed several times. I threw her onto the sofa, shoved her dress up around her waist, and buried my face back into her cleavage as she cried out my name.

She didn't smell sweet like Jennie. Her sounds weren't soft and sexy. Fuck!

I had to stop this. I shoved her legs apart and slid my hands into her panties. Glancing down at them, I saw they were black. Not pink. They were also lace, not satin. Nothing like Jennie. This wasn't Jennie.

I slid my fingers inside her, and the wetness pulled me in further. She was ready. More than ready. I was going to exhaust us both.

"Yes, Lisa, baby, just like that. Harder. Suck it harder!" she cried out.

I needed her to shut up. This wasn't helping me, dammit.

"Mmm, yes, please touch me," she begged.

"Shhh," I told her, not going near her mouth. I had a thing about mouths. I didn't trust where they had been. I never kissed easily. Her sounds were all wrong. She was too loud. Too . . . too-

A door slammed, and I froze. Shit. I was off Wendy and standing up instantly. "Cover up, pull your dress down," I demanded, and I walked out of the room to stop Jennie before she saw anything. I stuck my hand into my pocket when I thought of Wendy's smell on my fingers.

"She ran out. Whoever it was," Wendy said from behind me, and I stopped walking.

No. Fuck, no. Not this time. Not now. Hell!

"Who was that?" Wendy asked behind me.

"Get dressed, I'll take you home," I told her, and headed for the bathroom where I could wash my hands. Jennie had run out. Why did she run? The last time, she'd gone to her room. This time, she ran out and slammed the door.

It was the kiss. I didn't kiss. I fucked. But I'd kissed Jennie. I knew her mouth was clean and sweet. I had wanted it. More.

Always more with her. I always wanted more.

I couldn't have more.


J-

A few cars were parked outside when I got back to Lisa's after work. At least I wouldn't catch her having sex. Now that I knew how good her kisses were and how nice it felt to have her hands on me, I wasn't sure I could handle seeing her doing that to someone else. It was ridiculous. But it was true.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Sexy music was playing loudly over the sound system that was piped into every room. Well, every room but mine. I started to the kitchen when I heard a female moaning. My stomach knotted up. I tried to ignore it but my feet had firmly planted themselves on the marble floor. I couldn't move.

"Yes, Lisa, baby, just like that. Harder. Suck it harder," she cried out. I was instantly jealous and that just made me mad. I shouldn't care. She had kissed me once and been so disgusted she'd cursed and taken off running.

I was moving toward the sound even thought I knew it was something I did not want to see. It was like a train wreck. I couldn't not go see it even if I didn't want it seared into my brain.

"Mmmmm yes, please touch me," she begged. I cringed but I kept moving in that direction. Stepping into the living room, I found them on the couch. Her top was completely off and one of her nipples was in Lisa's mouth as her hand played between her legs. I couldn't watch this. I needed to get out of here. Now.

Spinning around, I hurried for the front door, not caring if I was quiet or not. I'd be in my truck and out of the driveway before either of them calmed down enough to realize they'd been seen. Lisa had been going at it right there on the couch for anyone to walk in and see. She had known I would be home any moment. The fact was, she'd wanted me to see them. She was reminding me that she was something I could never experience. Right now, I never wanted to.

I drove through town angry at myself for wasting gas. I needed to save my money. I searched for a pay phone but there wasn't one to be found anywhere. The days of payphones were long gone. If you didn't have a cellphone you were screwed. I wasn't sure who I would call anyway. I could call Kai. I hadn't spoken to him since I left last week. Normally we talked at least once a week. But without a phone we couldn't do that.

I had V's number tucked away in my luggage. But then why would I call him? That would be odd. I really had nothing to say to him. I pulled over into the parking lot of the one and only coffee shop in town and parked the truck. I could go drink some coffee and look at magazines for a few hours. Maybe by then Lisa would be done with her fuck fest downstairs.

If she'd been trying to send me a message I had received it loud and clear. Not that I needed one. I'd already resigned myself to the fact that guys with money were not for me. I liked the idea of finding a good guy with a regular job. One that would appreciate my red dress and silver heels.

I jumped down out of my truck and started toward the coffee shop when I saw Jisoo inside with Bobby. They were in a heated discussion at a table in the far back corner but I could see them through the window. At least she had brought him some place public. I would hope for the best with her and leave it alone. I wasn't the girl's mother. She was more than likely older than me. At least she looked older. She could make up her own mind who she wanted to waste her time with. The salty sea air tickled my nose. I crossed the street and headed to the public beach instead. I could be alone there.

The waves crashing against the dark shore was soothing. So I walked. I remembered my mother. I even allowed myself to remember my sister; it was something I rarely did because the pain was too much at times. Tonight, I wanted that distraction. I needed to remember I'd suffered far worse than some stupid attraction to a girl that was absolutely not my type at all. I let memories of better days flood my thoughts… and I walked.

When I pulled the truck back into Lisa's driveway it was after midnight and there were no cars outside. Whoever had been here was now gone. I closed the door to my truck and headed up the stairs. The front light was on making the house loom large and intimidating in the dark sky. Just like Lisa.

The door opened before I reached it and Lisa stood there filling up the entry. She was here to tell me to leave. I was expecting this anyway. I didn't even flinch. Instead, I looked around for my suitcase.

"Where have you been?" she asked in a deep husky voice.

I swung my gaze back to her. "What does it matter?"

She took a step outside the door closing the small amount of space between us. "Because I was worried."

She was worried? I let out a sigh and tucked the hair that kept blowing in my face behind my ear. "I find that real hard to believe. You were too busy with your company for the night to notice much of anything." I couldn't keep the bitterness from dripping off my tongue.

"You came in earlier than I expected. I didn't mean for you to witness that."

Like that made it better. I nodded and shifted my feet. "I came home the same time I do every night. I think you wanted me to see you. Why, I'm not sure. I'm not harboring feelings for you, Lisa. I just need a place to stay for a few more days. I'll be moving out of your house and life real soon."

She muttered a curse then glared up at the sky a moment before looking back at me. "There are things about me you don't know. I'm not one of those guys you can wrap around your finger. I have baggage. Lots of it. Too much for someone like you. I expected someone so different considering I've met your father. You're nothing like him. You're everything someone like me should stay away from. Because I'm not right for you."

I let out a hard laugh. That was the worst excuse for her behavior I'd ever heard. "Really? That's the best you've got? I never asked you for anything more than a room. I don't expect you to want me. I never did. I am aware that you and I are in two different playing fields. Your league is one I will never measure up to. I'm not the right bloodlines. I wear cheap red dresses and I have a fond connection to a pair of silver heels because my mother wore them on her wedding day. I don't need designer things. And YOU are designer, Lisa."

Lisa reached for my hand and pulled me inside. Without a word, she pushed me up against the wall and caged me in with both her hands pressed flat against the wall beside my head. "I'm not designer. Get that through your head. I can't touch you. I want to so damn bad it hurts like a motherfucker but I can't. I won't mess you up. You're… you're perfect and untouched. And in the end you would never forgive me."

My heart pounded against my chest painfully. The sorrow in her eyes wasn't something I had been able to see outside. In here I could see emotion in those silver depths. Her forehead was creased as if something was hurting her.

"What if I want you to touch me? Maybe I'm not so untouched. Maybe I'm already tainted." My body was pretty much untouched but staring up into Lisa's eyes I wanted to ease her ache. I didn't want her to stay away from me. I wanted to make her smile. That beautiful face shouldn't look so haunted.

She ran a finger down the side of my face and traced the curve of my ear then brushed her thumb over my chin. "I've been with a lot of girls, Jennie. Trust me, I've never met one as fucking perfect as you. The innocence in your eyes screams at me. I want to peel every inch of your clothing off and bury myself inside you but I can't. You saw me tonight. I'm a screwed up sick bastard. I can't touch you."

I had seen her tonight. I'd seen her the other night too. She screwed lots of girls, but me she didn't want to touch. She thought I was too perfect. I was on a pedestal and she wanted to keep me there. Maybe she should. I couldn't sleep with her and not give her a piece of my heart. She was already weaseling her way in. If I let her have my body she could hurt me in a way no one had ever been able to. My guard would be down.

"Okay," I said. I wasn't going to argue. This was right. "Can we at least be friends? I don't want you to hate me. I'd like to be friends." I sounded pathetic. I was so lonely I'd stooped to begging for friends.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll be your friend. I'll try my damnedest to be your friend but I have to be careful. I can't get too close. You make me want things I can't have. That sweet little body of yours feels too incredible tucked underneath me," she dropped her voice and lowered her mouth to my ear, "and the way you taste. It's addictive. I dream about it. I fantasize about it. I know you'll be just as delicious in… other… places."

I leaned into her and closed my eyes as her breathing grew heavy in my ear. "We can't. Fuck me. We can't. Friends, sweet Jennie. Just friends," she whispered then pushed away from me and stalked toward the stairs. I leaned back against the wall and watched her walk away. I wasn't ready to move just yet. My body was sizzling from her words and her closeness.

"I don't want you under those damn stairs. I hate it. But I can't move you up here. I'll never be able to stay away from you. I need you safely tucked away," she said without looking back at me. Her hands gripped the railing on the staircase until her knuckles turned white. She stood there one more minute before shoving herself off and running the rest of the way up the stairs. When I heard a door slam I sunk to the floor.

"Oh, Lisa. How are we going to do this? I need a distraction," I whispered into the empty foyer. I needed to find someone else to focus on. Someone that wasn't Lisa. Someone that was available. It was the only way I was going to keep from falling too far. Lisa was dangerous to my heart. If we were going to be friends then I needed to find someone else to focus my attention on. And fast.