"So your mom actually likes him now?"
Amy brought the Us Weekly magazine down, which had been hiding her face from view, and set it face down beside her, looking over at Courtney. "Well, I don't know if she really likes him, but from what I heard, she was actually being nice to him that night." It had been almost a week since she had contracted the flu, and although her throat still hurt and her fever was coming and going, she was feeling better than she had in the last few days.
Courtney was stretched out at the end of Amy's bed, lying on her stomach and facing the window that sat adjacent to it. An issue of Cosmopolitan was open before her. "Well, you told me you were pretty sick at the time, practically a walking zombie, and then Christian swooped in and saved you. I think your mom definitely owes him more than just a few brownie points." A light laugh escaped her.
A soft smile crossed Amy's face. "Yeah, she does," a weary sigh escaped her, slumping down until she was resting her head against one of the pillows at the head of her bed, "but the way I was feeling that night, I was ready to go see him even before my mom came by. I guess I'm lucky my birth father is a doctor, huh?"
Courtney nodded her head. "Oh definitely, and hot to boot. Well, at least from what I've heard."
Her brows furrowed inquisitively at her friend's words. "What do you mean from what you've heard?" Oh God, she wasn't about to start up again with this whole attraction to her father, was she? She shuddered to think.
Courtney hesitated before exuding a sigh and turning onto her side, facing Amy. She propped one of her elbows up on the mattress, leaning her cheek on her hand. "Okay, don't hate me for bringing it up again, but after that talk I had with him on the phone, I'm still intrigued by him. I mean, by the sound of his voice, he's gotta be hot. Hey, you're his daughter, you should know, right? Tell me, is he as hot as he sounds?"
Amy cringed. "Oh God, Court!" She felt her stomach turn, and for a moment, she actually thought she might vomit. Bringing both of her hands up to cover her face, she groaned in disgust.
"What?"
She shook her head. "He's my fucking father! You shouldn't even be asking me this! I don't even want to think about it. I've already thrown up enough these last few days, and now that it's stopped, I don't want it to happen again, okay?"
"All right, all right! Damn, forget I said anything." Courtney scoffed before lying on her stomach, and turning back to her magazine.
For a long moment, all Amy did was stare long and hard at her friend, wishing she knew what was going on in her head right now. Although a part of her was happy that they were finally getting time to spend together, a bigger part of her wished that she was hanging out with Kimber. At least she didn't have to worry about her going on and on about how hot her father was, because from what she'd witnessed, her father didn't even want her around anymore. "Hey Court? While we're on the subject of hating each other, you don't still hate me for what happened last time in drama class, do you?"
Courtney sighed softly, but didn't give her one look. "Well, I was pissed before, but not so much anymore."
Amy scowled. "I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't really myself that day. I hadn't gotten that much sleep the night before, and I hadn't had time to eat breakfast that morning either so that's why I was so bitchy." Okay, so that was a big fat lie, but there was no way in hell she'd openly admit to Courtney that she'd ducked out of class to snort some more coke in the girl's bathroom.
Courtney stole a glance over her shoulder at her, shrugging her words off. "Forget about it. Hey, we all get like that sometime or another, right? Just some of us more than others."
She exuded a deep sigh, picking her magazine back up and setting it in her lap, flipping absentmindedly through the pages. "So, how are things going with you and Matt?" She inquired, in an attempt to change the subject before they ended up getting into yet another fight.
Courtney was hesitant at first but eventually replied. "Good. Why do you ask?"
Her eyes narrowed in consideration. She knew that tone of voice. Lifting her gaze from the magazine, she looked intently over at her friend. "Court..." She cautioned.
"What?"
"Come on," Amy pressed.
Courtney exhaled sharply, and turned once again onto her side to face her. "All right, fine, you really want to know?" Amy nodded her head. "Okay, well, to put it lightly, they suck."
Her brows furrowed in bafflement. Upon feeling a slight tickle in her larynx, she cleared her throat. She brought one of her hands up, brushing aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen into her face. "What do you mean? I thought you guys were spending more time together. Wait, are you guys breaking up?"
Courtney pushed herself up to a seated position. "No. Damn, I hope not. Look, I really like Matt, and don't get me wrong, I love spending time with him, but it's gotten to that point where I need more, you know?"
The look of bafflement remained on her face. "Uh...not exactly. What exactly are you talking about here?"
Courtney went on to explain exactly what had happened the last time she was at Matt's house, how she'd been at the point of reaching her climax, and how rudely his parents had interrupted a close-to perfect moment. "By the third time, I couldn't take it anymore so I just left." She sighed wearily, looking woefully down at her lap. "Things just aren't the same as they were in high school, you know?"
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "That's because we're college girls now. It can't be like it was in high school, but I'm sure there's plenty of guys around campus that would love to get laid. The shallow ones. What are they called? Oh yeah, Frat boys. Shit Court, is sex all you think about?" She shook her head in disbelief, clearing her throat audibly.
"No!" Courtney scoffed, her brows stitching together incriminatingly at Amy. "Damn, what's with the attitude all of a sudden?"
Great. Here it comes. Another fight. She brought one of her hands up to her forehead, a migraine already taking form. "Nothing! I just actually started to like Matt, that's all. Well, as a friend. Look, I know how annoying it probably was for you that night at his house, I would be annoyed too, but if you really like him, why do you suddenly sound like you want to break-up with him?"
"I don't!" Courtney leaned back, using her elbows to prop herself up. "He's a great guy and I like being around him, but just once, I'd like to find a guy who was in touch with my needs. My sexual needs. Matt was close, but not close enough. If I could find a guy who could please me mentally and sexually, then I'd be in heaven. Oh, and sorry, Frat guys aren't going to cut it."
She sent a weird look in her friend's direction, wondering how the two of them had even become friends to begin with. The sex-crazed popular girl, and the opinionated, often melancholy outcast. God, what a pair they made. She shook her head in disbelief. "Well, if you think Matt is such a 'great guy,' I wouldn't cheat on him."
Courtney shrugged her shoulders, turning her head away and pulling out the magazine she'd found herself sitting on. "Who said anything about cheating on him? You know, he's actually not that bad when it comes to oral sex." A smirk crossed her face.
She cringed, bringing both of her hands up to cover her face. "Please, Court. I don't want to know anymore. I think this conversation has gone far enough." A light laugh managed to escape her. Suddenly, before Courtney could utter a reply, the sound of the doorbell resonated through her apartment. She sighed softly, pushing herself up to her feet and starting out of the room. "And no offense or anything, but that kind of guy isn't going to just show up on your doorstep."
Christian smiled softly when the apartment door opened, and his daughter appeared before him. He stepped forward, leaning in and placing a kiss to her cheek. "Hey sweetheart." He looked intently down at her, his eyes roaming over her face, searching for any sign that she was still ill.
She looked rather dumbfoundedly at him. "Uh, hey. What are you doing here?" She stole a glance over her shoulder.
He placed his hands on her shoulders. "I just got out of work, but I thought I'd stop by and see how you were feeling. I'm sorry I haven't been by in the last couple of days, work has been...a little hectic lately." Especially since Sean had started working on yet another victum of, The Carver, a serial rapist which had inhabited South Beach a couple weeks ago, and had began preying on the more attractive males and females in the city.
She nodded her head, shrugging her shoulders lightly. "It's all right. I haven't really been doing much of anything, except lie around in bed and rest like you told me to. Even though I felt like shit, skipping school to be at home was a definite plus so..." A light laugh escaped her. She paused to clear her throat before continuing, "I'm starting to feel better though. My throat still hurts and I think my fever has been coming and going, but I've got some Aleve. My friend brought it over for me."
He nodded in regard, that soft smile returning to his face. "Good, I'm glad to hear it."
She stole another quick glance over her shoulder before turning back to him. He couldn't figure out if she was contemplating inviting him in, or if there was something else going on, but he would sure like to find out. Lifting her chin, she gazed deeply into his eyes. He was about to open his mouth to ask her what was going on, but before he could even get out one word, she wrapped both of her arms around his neck and pulled him into a warm hug. "I know I thanked you the morning after, but I just wanted to thank you again, for taking care of me."
He had to admit that he wasn't expecting that but willingly gave in to her embrace. His strong arms enveloped her much smaller frame, a soft sigh escaping him as he held her close. "I'm glad you came to me when you did, sweetheart. If you'd waited any longer..." He scowled, not even wanting to fathom the thought, "you could have been in a lot of trouble."
Nodding her head lightly, she exuded a deep sigh. "I know." Gradually, she pulled away from him, and tossed her head back, her blonde curls bouncing much in the same way Kimber's tended to do. "I'm lucky my dad is a doctor, because honestly...you're the only one I feel comfortable around, and considering my fear of doctors, the only one I trust with my life." She sent him a small smile.
A tender smile crossed his face. A part of him sympathized with her, but a bigger part of him was touched by her words. He knew perfectly well she had a fear of hospitals, though hadn't given much thought to the fact that it would also include doctors. Of course it would. How in the hell could he have overlooked that? He cocked his head, peering into the apartment. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
She blinked at the question, and bit down rather apprehensively on her lower lip. "Well, actually, I..."
"Hey girl, who's at the...door."
Christian's ears perked up upon hearing the familiar female voice. His eyes roamed away from his daughter's face, meeting with those of an alluring-looking brunette. Out of habit, he found his eyes trailing over her nearly flawless figure as she sauntered closer. A smug smile crossed his face. She was definitely toned, and from his keen eye, seemed to have curves in all the right places. It looked as if his night was just about to get better.
The brunette exchanged a look with Amy -- who exhaled sharply -- before bringing her eyes back to him, a smile curling her pouty pink lips. "Ooh, is he our entertainment for the night? Come on in gorgeous!" She gestured for him to step inside.
He chuckled softly at her choice of words, a smirk instantly crossing his face. He took his eyes off the brunette, looking expectantly over at a discouraged looking Amy. She crossed her arms comfortably over her chest, but nodded her head to show it was all right he come in. He was a bit hesitant, but eventually crossed the threshold and stepped further into the apartment. Amy closed the door and trailed behind him.
As Amy went on and plopped down on her brown, polyurethane couch, the brunette sauntered once again in Christian's direction. "You didn't tell me we were having a bachelorette party." She laughed lightly, stopping nearly half a foot away from him.
Amy's head turned suddenly at her friend's words, her eyes wide with horror. Almost immediately did she avert her gaze downward. "Oh God," she muttered under her breath.
Christian didn't notice his daughter's sudden mortification. Oh no, he was too lost in the splendor of this tantalizing brunette, who was doing quite a job arrousing him. His eyes lit up as a cocky grin spread across his face, "as much as I would love to provide you with that entertainment, I'm not a stripper sweetheart." A recollection flashed through his head. Wait, no. It couldn't be, could it? He had to find out for himself. His brows arched expectantly. "I'm guessing you must be Courtney."
Courtney's brows arched intriguingly, flashing him another smile. "You guessed right, I am, and you must be Christian. I thought your voice sounded familiar." She extended her hand to him, "it's so good to finally meet you."
Christian grasped her hand in his with a squeeze, the smile remaining on his face. "The pleasure's all mine, and might I add, you're even more beautiful than you sounded on the phone." Oh yes, she was more than beautiful. She was the hottest piece of ass he'd seen in quite sometime. He could already feel an errection taking form in his pants, even from the mere touch of their hands. If he had it his way, they'd be touching with more than just their hands at the moment. Unfortunetly, that wasn't a possibility right now.
Courtney's cheeks flushed, her hand still remaining in his, "okay, that definitely scored you some points with me." She shook her head in disbelief, a smirk appearing on her face. "It's unbelievable, you're even more charming than you were then. Do you charm all girls like this or is it just me?"
He chuckled, suddenly feeling the errection already in his pants. His eyes narrowing slightly with his next words. "Only the ones capable of arrousing my interest."
Amy exhaled sharply and groaned, tilting her chin up towards the ceiling. "Oh God."
Courtney arched her brows in surprise. "Really? And just what exactly do you mean by that?" She stepped a little closer, leaning towards him and gazing deeply into his eyes. Their faces were a mere few inches apart.
He sighed softly, his heart pounding madly in anticipation. He could feel his body temperature burning hotter and hotter as the seconds ticked by, and his forehead begin to perspire. As if he wasn't already hard enough, the closer she got to him, the more he wanted to have her, here and now. It could merely be his imagination, but he had a feeling that she was just as arroused, if not more, than he was. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her body. Tilting his head to one side, he lowered his voice to a tone that only she could hear, "I mean, it's not everyday I find a woman who can get me hard...in only a matter of minutes."
She dropped her gaze to his crotch, a smirk crossing her face. Lifting her chin, she gazed back at him and exhaled a shallow breath. "Is that a fact?" She asked softly. Her eyes fixated on his lips. His eyes fixated on hers. Their mouths slowly began to inch closer to each other when suddenly...
"Oh my God! Courtney!" Amy cried audibly.
The sound of her voice startled the overly cozy pair, both he and Courtney immediately averting their attention away from one another to gape at her. Christian's brows furrowed inquisitively, exchanging a look with Courtney.
Courtney rolled her eyes dramatically. "What?" She snapped.
Amy's eyes shifted from Courtney to Christian and then back to Courtney. She narrowed her eyes incriminatingly, quickly stepping around the couch and grabbing her friend by the arm, dragging her towards the kitchen. "I need to talk to you, now."
"Ow! Hey! Amy! Let go!" Courtney cried, struggling to free herself.
Christian watched in bafflement as the two girls slipped out of the room. As tempted as he was to get involved, and give his daughter a piece of his mind for the way she was treating her friend, he held back. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what Amy's issue was at the moment. From the way she'd been looking at Courtney, it was almost as if the flirtacious little brunette had done something wrong. Well, in the world of Christian Troy, any woman who managed to get him off as quickly as Courtney had, could be as "naughty" as she ever wanted to be. There would certainly be no complaints there.
Courtney tugged a little harder on her arm until she'd freed herself from Amy's grasp. Talk about spoiling her fun. She'd been so close to satisfying her desires, and for what? Only to be interrupted yet again? She shot a glare in Amy's direction, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. "Okay, what the hell is your problem girl?"
Amy blinked back her astoundment. "What's my problem? What's your problem? What the hell was that in there?" She demanded, gesturing back towards her living room.
Her brows furrowed incriminatingly. "What do you mean? We were just talking."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, that is total bullshit! I saw you two, I heard everything you were saying. You were all over him!"
She sighed wearily, raising her eyes up to ceiling. "All right, so maybe I was all over him, but if you were paying close attention, you would have noticed it wasn't just a one-sided thing. Come on, we both know it takes two to tango."
A look of bafflement came over Amy's face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
This time, it was Courtney who rolled her eyes. "It means it takes two people to flirt, and incase you're just figuring it out, your dad is one hell of a womanizer all on his own."
Amy scoffed. Planting her hands firmly on her hips, her eyes narrowed irritably. "Yeah, he's my dad, and you don't have a right to be flirting with him. I mean, shit, he's old enough to be your dad too. God, first you act like you don't even want to be with Matt anymore, and now you're hitting on my dad? What the hell is up with you lately?"
So she wanted to go there, did she? Big mistake. Courtney's voice escalated with her next words, inching closer to Amy. "What's up with me? After all that's happened the past two weeks, you think it's because of something I did?" She shook her head in disbelief, glaring coldly back at Amy. "What about you? First, you completely dismiss me to be with your dad. Next, you go and get this huge make over and turn into some trashy blonde bimbo. Now, you're acting like you're on drugs. I didn't want to believe it at first, but after the way you flaked out on me in drama class, I'm actually starting to believe it, so don't you even stand there and ask me what's up with me because the real problem here, is you."
Amy's jaw went slack, her eyes widening in horror. "You bitch!" She cried audibly. Pulling her arm back, she lashed out and struck Courtney across the face.
She stared dumbfoundedly at Amy for a moment. That was the final straw. She wanted a showdown, she was going to get one. Her eyes narrowed menacingly on the other girl. "Oh, it's on now." Bringing her own arm back, she lashed out and gave Amy a slap of her own, harder than she had been slapped herself. It took Amy a few seconds to get over the shock of what she'd done, but when she had, she exuded an angry growl and charged at Courtney much like a raging bull at a rodeo clown.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Christian's voice suddenly boomed throughout the room.
Neither Courtney nor Amy acknowledged he had spoken. They were too caught up in their brawl. Amy pulled Courtney's hair. Courtney pulled hers. Both of them cried out in pain. They were ready to claw at each other with their nails, until Christian marched over and attempted to break it up.
"Hey! Hey!" He grabbed a hold of both of their arms, instantly seperating the two. "Break it up! Jesus, what the hell is the matter with you two? You're acting like you're on a God damn episode of Jerry Springer." He looked between the two girls, a look of bewilderment fixed on his face.
Courtney glared at Amy. Amy glared at Courtney. Finally, Courtney brought her eyes up to meet with Christian's, nodding towards the disgruntled girl before her. "Why don't you ask her, she's the one who started it, not me."
Amy's eyes widened in horror but quickly narrowed scornfully. She lunged at Courtney, but before she had a chance to do any harm, Christian stepped between the two girls and placed his hands on Amy shoulders, keeping her at bay. She exchanged a look with Christian before narrowing her eyes on Courtney. "That's bullshit! If you hadn't of been all over him, none of this would have ever happened! Fucking whore!"
As badly as Courtney wanted to lash out at Amy for that remark, she knew there was no way she'd get past Christian to attack, especially being as robust a man as he clearly was. Instead, she silently fumed and gave Amy a dirty look. It probably wouldn't do her much good to continue to attack Amy anyway. She might not be her friend anymore, but she was still Christian's daughter. The last thing she wanted to do was screw up whatever chance she might have with him.
"Stop it!" Christian snapped, looking sternly at his daughter, to which, she fell silent. His hands fell away from Amy's shoulders. Pivoting on his heels, he fixed his attention on a vexated Courtney, "would you mind giving me a minute or two alone with her?"
She sighed wearily, shaking her head. "That's all right, I'm gonna get out of here. There's no point in me sticking around anymore anyway." She turned to head out of the kitchen, but he reached out and grabbed her arm, urging her to wait. Turning back around to face him, she looked expectantly up into his eyes.
Christian stole a glance over at Amy before bringing his gaze to hers, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Don't go. Just give me a few minutes to talk to her. Trust me, I'll set her straight."
She was a bit hesitant but eventually nodded, forcing a small smile. "All right." She exchanged one more glare with Amy before stepping out of the room. Although Christian had told her he wanted to be alone with Amy, she couldn't help lurking just outside the room, if only to listen in on the conversation. She leaned against the wall that seperated the kitchen from the foyer. Christian might have been speaking slightly quieter to prevent her from hearing, but not quiet enough that his deep voice was no longer distinguishable.
"What the hell is the matter with you?"
"Me? Nothing! I didn't do anything wrong, she did." Amy insisted.
"Did she? And what exactly was it, because from what I saw, you were just as much to blame for that little cat fight as she was. I want to know what this is really about Amy, and don't give me the same bullshit that she started it. There had to be a reason, and I want to know what that reason is right now."
There was a moment of silence, but Amy wasn't replying. Courtney listened closer.
"I am not leaving this apartment until you tell me." Christian pressed.
"Okay, fine. You two were all over each other, and you're my dad. She doesn't have the right to flirt with you like that."
"That's right, we were flirting. Since when is it a God damn crime to flirt? Christ, it wasn't as if we were screwing or had our tongues down each other's throats, we were having a harmless conversation."
Damn straight. Courtney thought to herself, a smirk crossing her face.
"You know what? Just forget it. I'm pissed about it, but---"
"Why are you so pissed about it? Is it because I'm your father?"
"Well, yeah, but she's my best friend. Or at least she used to be. I don't even know anymore."
Courtney couldn't hold back the scoff that escaped her, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Why don't you just come out and admit to the real reason you're pissed?"
"I'm pissed because she was hitting on you, and because she was talking shit to me a few minutes ago. If you would have heard what she said..."
He scoffed. "Please, let's stop beating around the bush, shall we? You want to know the real reason you're so pissed? You're pissed because for the first time, since you came into my life, I'm actually showing interest in someone other than you. The fact that she was hitting on me has nothing to do with it. It's sheer jealousy sweetheart. Admit it."
Showing interest? Courtney felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. The smirk on her face turning into a full fledged grin.
"Oh God, this isn't happening again. Please God, tell me this isn't happening again." Amy spoke, her voice breaking with her last words. "Look, I'm not jealous, all right? I'm telling you the truth! The reason we got into a cat fight was because she was talking shit, about me. It didn't have anything to do with you."
"You just said you were pissed because she was hitting on me. That had to be the reason why you dragged her in here in the first place, to keep her the hell away from me. Or maybe there's something else you're not telling me. Hmm?"
Amy exhaled sharply. "Oh please, just stop. I don't want us to get into another fight, please. I can't handle it right now." There was a pause before she continued. By the tearful sound of her voice, she sounded as if she were already crying. "I'm telling you the truth. I'm your daughter, why can't you believe me? God, you know what? You're acting just like my adoptive mother!"
There was a brief moment of silence before Christian exuded a deep sigh, and uttered a reply. "I'm sorry. Frankly, I could give a shit what this was about, but the next time you see me talking to Courtney, or any other woman for that matter, perhaps you should consider giving it a little more thought before you go making false assumptions."
Suddenly, the next sound Courtney heard were footsteps, which prompted her to quickly back away from the wall and plop down on the living room couch, making it seem as though she had been there the entire time. She looked over her shoulder upon hearing Christian clear his throat. He was the first one that appeared from the kitchen.
He approached the end of the couch where she was sitting. "I took care of it."
A smile curled her lips as she nodded her head. Pushing herself up to her feet, she met his gaze. He was hot. Damn, was he hot. Even hotter than she had anticipated him to be. Even the mere closeness of him caused her body temperature to soar and her heart to pound in anticipation. Matt certainly didn't have an effect on her the way Christian did, and she hadn't even known this man that long. "Thanks, I really..." She leaned a little closer to him until her body was brushing up against his, "really appreciate it."
He gazed intently down at her as she gazed intently up at him. One of her arms slipped around his waist, bringing herself closer until their bodies were crushed against one another. He sighed softly, watching her intently with each move she made. Her gaze fixated on his lips, the urge inside her growing stronger and stronger. Her lips inched closer and closer, but her attention was quickly diverted at the sound of someone else audibly clearing their throat. She jumped, both she and Christian turning their attention towards the noise.
Amy was leaning against the wall just outside the kitchen, her arms crossed firmly over her chest and her eyes narrowed incriminatingly on Courtney.
An irritable sigh escaped her, turning her attention back on Christian. "I'm gonna go."
Christian exchanged a look with Amy, giving her a hard expression before meeting Courtney's gaze. "So am I. Can I walk you out?" He pivoted on his heels, gesturing towards the door.
She sent Amy a glare before turning back to him, and nodding her head in regard. "Of course." Without so much as bothering to say good-bye to Amy, or should she say her "ex-friend," she allowed Christian to lead her towards the door. However, she couldn't help but notice the long and lingering look he gave Amy on their way out. There was no mistaking what that look of his was conveying to the girl. If she knew what was good for her, she wouldn't dare interfere with the task at hand. Well, much to her delight, Amy did know what was good for her because she stayed right where she was, watching the two of them until they were out of sight.
It was a relief once she and Christian were actually alone in the apartment hallway. He looked down at her with a soft sigh. "You'll have to excuse my daughter. Unfortunetly, she wasn't raised with quite the same manners as her father." He went on to roll his eyes.
She shrugged his words off and sighed irritably. "I think after being her friend for over three years, I've gotten used to it."
"It still doesn't give her the right to treat you that way." He cleared his throat and took a step towards her, lowering his voice to a slightly heated tone, "after all, you weren't do anything wrong. At least from my close, personal point of view of the situation."
Her heart beat a little faster as he neared closer to her. She gazed up into his eyes, taking in a shallow breath of oxygen. Tilting her head to one side, a coy smile curled her lips. She lowered her own voice, using the same tone he had. "You're right, I wasn't." She brought both of her hands up and pressed them against his chest, along with the rest of her body. Curling her fingers, she dragged them down the length of his body, clawing lightly at the fabric of the purple dress shirt that covered his large chest. Her smile grew into a grin upon feeling the errection in his pants and noticing the deep manner in which he was now breathing.
He sighed softly, watching her every move as intently as he had before. One of his arms snaked out and wrapped around her waist, grabbing her by the small of her back and urging her closer, if that were even possible. Suddenly, before she knew what was happening, he pressed his lips firmly against hers in a passionate kiss. She willingly responded. Wrapping both of her arms tightly around his neck, she opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss, her breathing growing rapidly along with the beat of her heart. Damn, she imagined him to be hot, but to be an amazing kisser was another thing entirely. A pleasurable moan escaped her, feeling the bulge in his pants rubbing against her torso. He exuded a similiar moan, backing her into the wall that sat on the opposite side of Amy's apartment, but never breaking the contact their lips had.
Suddenly, just when she thought things were about to get even hotter, the ring of her celluar phone broke through the heated moment, playing the tune of Kelis' song, "Milkshake."
No. No, no, no. Not again! She exhaled sharply, an irritable groan escaping her. Not now! When the hell am I ever going to catch a break? This moment was just too good to be true, and once again, it had been rudely shattered by yet another interruption, and an obnoxious one at that. Her first insinct had been to ignore the phone call entirely, but almost immediately, Christian broke the contact their lips had and averted his gaze downward, as if searching for the source of the sound.
"Unless the condom in my pocket has an XM radio equipped on it, that music isn't coming from my pants." Christian quipped.
As irritated by the interruption as she was, Courtney couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped her. She stole a glance down at the bulge in his pants, sighing softly. Reaching into the back pocket of her dark denim, low-rise jeans, she pulled out her celluar. "It's me, sorry." His eyes shifted from the celluar--which was still resonating with the same melody--in her hand to her face, his brows arching expectantly. She scanned over the caller ID:
Matt McNamara
Perfect timing. She rolled her eyes, a weary sigh escaping her. Rather than answer it, she turned it off completely and returned it to the pocket of her jeans. She knew she was just delaying the inevitable, and probably would regret it later, but at the moment, she didn't really care. Hopefully, Christian hadn't seen the name of the person who had called her.
"Ex-boyfriend or telemarketer?"
She shrugged his words off, "neither." He stared expectantly back at her, obviously wanting her to elaborate further. She shook her head, "nobody special."
A smirk stretched across his face. "But apparently I seem to be."
She returned his smirk with one of her own. "And what makes you say that?"
Christian smiled smugly, placing his hands upon his hips. "It's no surprise. You clearly can't seem to get enough of me, sweetheart." She turned her head away and chuckled. "If that phone called hadn't interrupted the two of us, you would have pulled my dick out of my pants, and we would have been giving the whole twelfth floor of this building one hell of a peep show."
Courtney flashed him a smile. "You're right, I probably would." Her smile faded, her eyes shifting in the direction of Amy's door, "but if Amy caught us, we'd both be screwed."
He cocked a challenging brow in her direction, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
She laughed. "Oh come on, you know what I mean."
That smug smile returned to Christian's face, nodding his head. "I think I know exactly what you mean." He stole a glance over his left shoulder, "conveniently enough, I live right next door. Perhaps it's better we take full advantage of this while we can, wouldn't you say?"
She turned her head in the same direction, noticing the other apartment, and exuding a hopeless sigh. Pushing her stimulated hormones aside, she fought to get out the words lodged in the back of her throat. "I wish I could, but I just remembered I have to be somewhere."
His brows arched in surprise. "After all the time you spent getting me off, you have to be somewhere else?" He crossed his arms firmly over his chest. "I'm afraid your actions speak much louder than your words, sweetheart."
Courtney shrugged. "I know I might seem like a tease, but I did sort of promise a friend I'd help them study tonight."
"Here's a suggestion. Why don't you tell your friend you've got a study date of your own tonight." She cocked a questioning brow his way. His eyes trailed over her figure for a moment before once again finding hers, "when it comes to the human body, I think you'll find me to be one hell of a tutor. There's not a single aspect that I haven't personally mastered."
Her brows arched in surprise, a smirk crossing her face. "Well you are a doctor after all, so I can imagine you must be amazing at that." Her smile stretched into a grin. She paused for a moment, contemplating her decision, and then finally exuded a frustrated sigh. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a blue ball point pen. Taking his right hand in her left, she turned his palm face up. She clicked the top of the pen before inscribing her phone number across his palm. "Now I know where to find you, and you know where to find me."
He smiled smugly, stealing a glance down at his palm. "I'll make a note to put you on my speed dial before I go washing my hands."
She chuckled. "Good idea." Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his in a gentle but teasing kiss. One of her hands came down and rubbed at the bulge still present in his trousers. He inhaled deeply, moaning against her lips. "It was really nice meeting you, Christian," she cooed into his ear. It took all of the strength within her to turn away from him and start down the hallway, but still managed to catch his last words even as she walked away.
"The pleasure was all mine, sweetheart."
It was tempting. Damn was it tempting, but something inside her was telling her it was wrong. As badly as she'd wanted to take him up on his offer, she had made plans with Matt for later that night. Damn! Why couldn't she have made plans with him another night? Another night when her hormones weren't already raging for the narcissistic but intoxicatingly sexy, Christian Troy. However, she knew that breaking plans with Matt would only make things worse for their relationship. Wherever the hell it was headed, she didn't know, but as she'd told Amy, she still loved him. Okay, so maybe love was a strong word, but she knew that she loved the pleasure of his company. As far as the pleasure of his body went, well...she wasn't too sure about that. There was no doubt in her mind that Christian was probably better at sex than Matt, but beyond that, he didn't exactly strike her as being one to commit to anything. Especially not long-term relationships.
She wanted Christian, but she still wanted Matt. As for which one she wanted more, it was hard to say, but she'd find out. One way or another, she'd find out, and this time, she wasn't going to let a damn thing keep her from doing it.