He's got a nice body, nothing like Austin's. He's lean and
hard, though, and he smels like sex when he puts a hand
on the back of the couch I didn't want to sit on but did.
His face is close to my ear when he sings along with the
lyrics of the song I'l never be able to forget now. He
makes kissing the sky sound dirty and delicious.
When he nudges a knee between my thighs I open for him.
He rubs his body along mine, but fast, not lingering. Then
he turns. Gives me a sly-ass grin over one shoulder and
toys with the waistband of his pants.
Other women are screaming, 'Take it off!,' but I can't do
anything except stare. The song ends and slides into
another and I'm sure he's done. He'l take the dolars and
go into the back room.
But he does something else, instead. He gets on his knees,
sliding across the floor on them until he ends up at my feet.
And for that one moment, that instant, everything freezes
for me.
I can't breathe. I can't blink. I stare at him on that dirty
floor and our eyes lock. I've never wanted anything as
much as I want to put my hand in the long silken darkness
of his hair and pul.
And in the next moment he's up again, this time shaking his
ass at the woman waving a five-dolar bil like she might fly
away with it. The moment passed, but not the feeling. Not
the memory.
Later, after the club closed, I fucked Jack in the backseat
of his car while he whispered dirty, filthy things in my ear.
We fucked a lot, but not for long.
He never got on his knees for me again.
The rap on my window startled me so much my hands
flew up and knocked against my key ring. I stabbed at the
radio, switching it off. Heart pounding, I turned to the
window, expecting a gun.
I was shot al the same by the sight of the man's face
beyond the glass. My neighbor, my workout buddy, Mr.
Mystery. He frowned and leaned closer.
'Are you al right?'
I puled my keys from the ignition and grabbed my purse,
then waited until he'd stepped aside before I opened the
door. 'Yeah. Fine. I was just…spacing out for a minute.'
'Decompressing? Yeah. I do that, too. Sorry I scared
you.'
I could breathe again, but every nerve ending stil tingled.
This guy looked nothing like Jack aside from dark hair, but
even that was nothing alike. I swalowed hard and fought
not to smooth my hair, though I had a sudden fear of how
messy it probably looked.
'It's okay. It's probably not smart to sit in the parking
garage.'
