She only nods briefly, before clinging to me and we both just stand there, enjoying the silence, feeling each other up close for the first time. Both our hearts pounding with the thrill of excitement but feeling something peaceful at the same time.
I know she’s the one. She’s younger than me, sure. But with my status, my money. It’s almost expected of me to take a girl half my age.
I’ve raised eyebrows more than a few times with my notable absence of female companions, because I never found one I liked. Fake tits, a skeletal figure and Malibu Barbie tan don’t do anything for me.
Looking at her now, holding Trudi close, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with right now, or ever.
“You’re mine, Trudi,” I tell her again, and she nods, letting me feel her face moving on my chest as I stroke her hair, smelling her sweet scent. My left hand tracing down her back, making her shiver again, making her burrow further into me so much that I can only think of the one thing that will bring us closer.
Soon.
I’ll make her mine properly, forever.
CHAPTER FIVE
Trudi
I put both my hands flat on Kane’s chest, mostly on his firm abs, the guy’s like six feet seventeen. I sigh shakily, noticing my hands still trembling, my mind still reeling from all that’s happened in such a short amount of time.
“Can we just take a minute here? I mean… I just need some time with this. I was running late for a job interview and now I have the world’s biggest… well, I have you here, telling me how it’s gonna be.”
I notice his brow creasing, his shoulders sagging a little but he doesn’t look too upset.
Okay, he looks a little peeved.
“We just met, Kane… I just need to take all this in… can I just stay here for a while, I’ll pay my rent after my interview today, once I get to the bank and maybe… if you wanna grab a coffee or something, we can get to know each other some more…”
I can’t see anybody built like this man, who smells so good and has enough money to buy whole apartment blocks for fun having anything really serious in mind when it comes to someone like me.
I just can’t.
Kane. Mr. Barret. He caught me at a weak moment, an emotional moment, that’s all. He’s been very understanding, even doing what I’ve always wanted to by smacking out that shit Marco. But I can’t just up and leave my whole life based on one encounter with a sexy guy. It’s just not the sort of thing that happens to me. Or anybody.
And I tell Kane as much, in my own special, ‘I’d rather come home to my one bedroom headache than take a chance on thinking anybody would be interested in me, let alone a god damned Adonis millionaire’ kind of way.
He’s not buying it though.
“Alright.” He announces, “We’ll go for coffee. Maybe do a little shopping… get to know each other. How about that?” he asks, trying to look patient and understanding, but his whole body, especially his crotch is telling me a different story still.
Damn if that isn’t the biggest, most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen.
My whole body wants it, all of it. I want to drench his cock, his whole body with my juices.
But I don’t even know where to start with that kind of stuff. I don’t recall the last time I saw myself naked, let alone a man. I wouldn’t know what to do.
His cologne smells more expensive than my whole apartment, I just can’t see it.
“I’m too fat!” I blurt out, and now I see him getting annoyed.
“How could a guy like you possibly go for this?” I ask, grabbing a handful of my side and turning to show it to him, but I notice him moan instead, a sound of mixed emotion and disbelief.
I really think he likes what he sees. He’s not faking that hard on either.
I take a few deep breaths and can only feel his eyes boring into me, undressing me and positioning me so he can penetrate me fully.
I become aware that my own breath, my own body is shaking as much as he is, primed for something I have no idea about.
Yet. But I feel it about to boil over inside me.
“Trudi,” he announces with an air of urgency, but stops himself from moving, like he’s frozen to the spot.
“I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that anymore, okay?”
I nod my head, staring at his bulging crotch again.
“Let’s get outta here,” he suggests, “You can stay here as long as you like, but just give me one day of your time, alright? I’ll even pay you for it, have a word with your interviewing employer and see if you don’t feel differently by the morning, how about that?” he smiles.
It’s a winning champion of everything he does smile. The smile I just know has sealed multi-million dollar deals as well as helped old ladies across the street and has this little ugly duckling nodding her head as if she’s wanting it to fall off from the pressure building inside her.
“One day?” I ask him, figuring it's Wednesday… Not the best day to be job hunting anyway. I can always swing by the other place on Friday or Saturday, Monday even. When I know they’re busy and will rehire me in a snap. Nobody cleans that coffee machine like I do… they’ll want me back. In the meantime I can see where Mr. Barret wants to take me today, see if I can’t get me some more of those free hugs with a firm center.
He’s smiling wide already, like he’s already got his way, but I’m sticking to my guns, regardless of the moisture level in my panties, my pounding heartbeat and sweaty palms. I could have the flu for all I know.
No man’s just gonna come
