Matt relaxes a little bit.
I move my hands reluctantly from his chest. “Come on. Let’s go outside and get a breath of fresh air.”
Matt nods and we walk along the hallway. Matt props the fire exit open and we step out into the cool evening. I lean my back against the wall and Matt stands facing me. I am suddenly nervous like I don’t know what to say to him anymore.
“Listen Callie, about Friday…” Matt starts.
“It’s fine. You don’t need to explain. I know what happened,” I interrupt him.
He frowns and then smiles. “Enlighten me then. What do you think happened?”
“You got caught up in the moment and went to kiss me, and then your wife called and you remembered yourself,” I say with a shrug. I was determined not to confront him, but I can’t bear to listen to some lame apology and another lie.
“Wife? What wife?” Matt asks.
He sounds so genuinely confused that I dare to believe I have gotten this wrong. “You’re telling me you’re single?” I say, trying to keep the hope out of my voice.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” He moves closer to me and he stands with one hand at either side of my shoulders on the wall.
He is close enough to me that I can smell him, sweet cologne and a spicy, more exotic smell beneath it, and the scent of him and his closeness to me makes my pussy clench.
He looks at me, fire burning in his eyes. “I know I don’t talk about myself much Callie, but know this about me. I am no cheat. When I’m with a woman, she is mine and only mine. And I am hers and only hers.”
His words send a thrill through my body. The intensity of his gaze holds mine and I lose myself in his eyes, his words running through my body like flames. “So what did happen then?” I ask in a quiet voice.
“I’m not worried about what did happen. I’m more concerned with what didn’t.” He leans in closer to me, and this time, his lips don’t just brush mine, they mash against them.
He takes me by surprise and I gasp beneath his kiss. I feel him go to pull away, taking my gasp as a sign I don’t want him to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him against me, not ready to let him go again.
He slips his hands beneath my shoulders, moving me from the wall and wrapping his arms around me. I can feel his strong arms holding me, his chest against mine. I can feel his cock pressed against my crotch, hard and eager for me.
My pussy tingles as his tongue pushes my lips apart, probing into my mouth, claiming it as his. I relax into the kiss, tasting Matt’s tongue as he kisses me like he’s been unleashed. My hands roam up and down his back, pulling his body even tighter against mine. He pushes one hand into my hair, the other one moving down my back and coming to rest on my waist.
He moans into my mouth as I move my hips slightly, creating friction on his already hard cock. My insides are a boiling mess of desire as our kiss deepens, becoming almost desperate in its intensity.
We jump apart just in time as a coughing sound comes from the hallway. I quickly run my hands through my hair as Matt grins at me, a grin so full of lust and need that it makes my clit pulse.
James appears in the doorway. “Hey. Marco sent me to make sure you two are okay,” he says.
More like he sent him to make sure we haven’t just walked out after what happened. He didn’t even have the balls to come and check on us himself. “Everything’s fine,” I say. “We’re coming back in now.”
“Cool,” James says. “Why wouldn’t things be okay? Don’t tell me he was pissed that you threw those losers out.”
“He was at first, then he heard what happened before he appeared,” Matt explains while leaving out the main chunk of the story.
“Ah, makes sense,” James says then turns and heads back inside.
I go to follow him. Matt catches my hand and I turn to him.
“This isn’t over,” he says quietly enough that only I can hear him. His voice is full of lust, his eyes meeting mine and sending fire through me once more. “I intend to finish what I started.” He releases my hand.
I hurry inside. As I go back towards the dining room, I slide my phone out of my apron pocket and send a quick text message to Chloe.
“I owe you a beer.”
Chapter Nine
Matt
I was determined to stay away from Callie. I can’t allow myself to become distracted from the real reason I’m here, especially not now as I get closer to the truth. But it’s easier said than done when it comes to her.
I’ve spent most of my shift trying my best to avoid her, but everywhere I went, I could hear her laughing, or smell her perfume as I walked through a space she had just been in. It didn’t help my resolve any that several times I caught her watching me when she thought I wasn’t looking.
The final straw came when that fucking pervert put his hand on her and then had the downright gall to call her a cunt. What sort of a man talks to a woman that way? I think I know the answer to that one, but no one talks to her that way. No one.
It felt good throwing him out, showing him that he has no power here. And Marco won’t be a problem, I’ve seen to that.
I was shocked to discover Callie thought I was married, although I guess in some ways it makes sense that she might think that after my hasty
