Chapter 2: Chapter 2 : Late Night Conversations
Going out with Tally had been more of a headache than I wanted it to be. What started out with dinner turned into an all-nighter at a local club. The stench of stale cigarettes littered my clothing from earlier in the night, as well as, the few droplets of puke Tally had managed to get on when I was holding her hair.
It shouldn’t have been much of a surprise how the evening turned out. Yet, once again, I was left to babysit her while she dabbled in the fun.
I wasn’t the party girl Tally had beco, and even though she knew that, she still tried to drag around. Sotis I wondered if that was simply a way to make sure she had a designated driver or if she genuinely enjoyed my company.
By the ti we had arrived back at her ho, the lights were off, and it was dark. Tally’s drunken form was unable to carry herself up the stairs, which ant that it had been my job to do so.
Lucky !
After I had gotten Tally undressed and in bed, and a hot shower had washed away the remainder of the night from my body, I lay on my bed, trying to find the will to go to sleep. Too much had happened over the past few weeks. My mind still reeled from my breakup with Chad, but I also couldn’t stop thinking about Jas.
Jas was different. Not only was he incredibly sexy, with lips so plump I wanted to kiss him for days, but he was old school. He seed like the kind of man who knew how to wine and dine a girl. Treat her special, and never cheat on her with so mystery girl like Chad did to .
I didn’t know Jas that way, but my mind constantly wondered. I wondered how he would treat and about all the wonderfully sinful things he could do to .
I didn’t understand the rush of emotions he brought over . I wasn’t the bad girl type, and yet everything about him wanted to make submit on my knees.
I’m an idiot to think a man like Jas Valentino would be interested in though. Allison, Tally’s mom, is beautiful and classy. She has taste and is sophisticated… I can never be her.
Tally had plenty of male friends in this city, and even though I didn’t want another relationship, I couldn’t help but wonder if one of them would settle my needs.
Picking up my phone, I scrolled through social dia and took in the various photos of Chad and I that were posted on my account. I hadn’t had the courage to get rid of them yet, and looking back at it now, I felt even more pathetic.
With a push of a few buttons and much-needed courage, I deleted the history of my relationship with Chad. I welcod the hollow feeling in my chest when I was finished, but at the sa ti, it hurt.
“God, why can’t I sleep,” I groaned as I looked at the clock, realizing I had spent two hours laying awake instead of sleeping.
Slipping from bed, I padded my way out of my room and towards the stairs. The idea of hot tea and a snack to settle my mind seed more enjoyable with every step I took.
Through the darkness, I made my way to the kitchen. The dim light over the stove was enough for to see what I was doing, and yet, not disturb anyone in the ho.
Not that anyone would likely wake. It was 3:00 in the morning, and normal people slept at this hour.
As I moved around the kitchen setting the kettle, I humd a tune from earlier in the night that had gotten stuck in my head.
“Having fun?” a voice called from behind , causing a small scream to leave my throat as I spun around, coming face to face with Jas himself. His dark, brooding eyes stared at with amusent.
As much as I wanted to form a coherent sentence at that mont, my thoughts were lost in the realization that Jas, my best friend’s father, was standing before in nothing but a towel.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. “Uh-oh, hey. Sorry, just making tea.”
“I see that,” he humd with amusent. “Couldn’t sleep either?”
Shaking my head, I shrugged my shoulders. “Not lately. Plus, after all the excitent tonight, I had to wind down.”
There was a mont of awkward silence that fell between us as Jas stood by the counter, simply staring at .
Clearing my throat, I turned back towards the kettle that was now hissing and poured the hot water over the tea bag so it could steep. Motion out of the corner of my eye made freeze as I realized he had taken two steps closer towards .
“You really have changed over the years… haven’t you, Becca?” he whispered softly, causing to turn around and notice only a few feet between us.
My heart raced with anticipation of what the hell was happening. Was this what I hoped it was? But I couldn’t do that to Tally, could I?
“Yeah,” I replied uncomfortably, “I guess I have. I’m not really the dorky girl I was the last ti I was here. Then again, I could say you have changed as well.”
He had changed. He had gotten older, obviously, but he didn’t seem as sad as he once had. Instead, he seed satisfied with his life. As if he finally found his calling after leaving his ex-wife, Allison.
“Interesting.” His eyes took in once more as he casually leaned against the counter. “So, did your boyfriend decide to join you this sumr as well?”
My eyes kept drifting down his ripped, toned body. Every muscle was on full display, and only the towel kept separated from the prize I wanted so desperately to have.
I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help it when he stood so willingly in front of .
“Uh, no.” I shrugged, trying to remain calm. “I don’t have one. We broke up a few weeks ago.”
Intrigue seed to get to him as I responded.
As if that had been the answer he was hoping for.
“Is that right? Was it mutual then?”
Glancing down, I shook my head. “No, not exactly.”
No matter how innocent his question had been, the wound of Chad’s betrayal was still fresh. So for Jas to bring it up was like pouring salt on an open wound.
“I’m sorry if I upset you, Becca. That wasn’t my intention.”
“No, no. You’re fine,” I replied as my eyes t his again. “Just, shit happened, and it wasn’t the most joyous mont in my life. Nothing I won’t get over with in ti, though.”
There was an unmistakable fire that crossed his gaze for a mont at my words. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was almost as if he was angry, but pleased at the sa ti.
“He was an idiot for letting a beautiful woman like you go.”
Holy f*ck, he just called beautiful. The complint caused my cheeks to redden with embarrassnt as I bit my lip and quickly turned back to my tea.
I wasn’t sure why his remark surprised like it did. n from his generation were notorious for being this way, or at least, that was the assumption I had with most n I knew his age. My professors and even my dad's friends were from a generation of class. So why was it that his words caused to react like this?
Trying to wrap my head around what he was saying, I cleared my throat and straightened my shoulders.
“Thank you for your complint. But I am not as pretty as other won. Plus, I am driven when it cos to my career. So I wasn’t giving him the attention he wanted.”
Excuses.
They were all excuses, but at the sa ti, these excuses were what allowed to get past the pain I felt over Chad’s betrayal. The excuses I made were ones I gave for his actions towards . No matter how horrible they were.
“He didn’t deserve you. Traits like that I think are sexy in a woman,” Jas replied moving closer to , causing my breath to catch in my throat.
I was highly aware of the distance between us in the kitchen. The fact that he was in a towel sent into hyperdrive, and I hoped he couldn’t tell how much he was turning on.
Slowly turning around with parted lips, I faced him. In the ti I hadn’t been paying attention, he had taken two steps closer to , and the distance between us closing caused my heart to race.
I wasn’t trying to be bad, but the sll of him wrapping around made my body want to do all kinds of bad things. “Perhaps, soday, soone will show what it is I deserve.”
My words ca off more flirtatious than I’d ant them to be, and he must have noticed, because his response was to brush against gently as he reached over my head for a cup.
The contact of his skin against mine caused my nipples to instantly harden and my core to clench with desire. I wanted him so f*cking bad, but at the sa ti, there was no way a man like Jas Valentino wanted .
Not to ntion, you horny bitch, that is your best friend’s dad.
As he pulled back, setting his cup on the counter, I tried to clear my mind. There was a boundary I didn’t need to cross, and with the teasing monts around us, I was dangerously close to crossing.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, causing to slowly look up at him to see the amusent dancing within his eyes.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I shifted uncomfortably. “Are you?”
As his eyes drifted down towards my chest, I felt the stir within once more.
“Oh, I’m more than alright, Becca.” He grinned and his eyes t mine again.
It took a mont to process what he ant, and as I glanced down, I saw the erect strain of my nipples pressing against the white tank top I was wearing.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I stamred, wrapping my arms across my chest. “It’s a bit cold.”
“No, it isn’t.” He chuckled as he grabbed his glass and went to the fridge to pour a drink.
He may have been right, but the arrogant response made my mouth part in surprise.
“Yes, it is. It’s a bit chilly, and well, yeah—”
As the door to the fridge closed, he turned to face , bringing his cup to his lips. The movent of his Adam's apple as he drank down the liquid caught my eye. I had never seen sothing as simple as that look so sexy before.
“I know what you want, Becca,” he said, grasping my attention once more.
“I don’t want anything,” I replied, trying to play the mont off.
“Enough.” Setting his cup down, he quickly cleared the space between us once more. His body was cornering against the kitchen countertop, an arm on either side of as the ‘co f*ck ’ eyes gazed into my soul.
“Mr. Valentino—”
“I told you to call Jas, Becca.” His firm reply flipped the switch on the situation and instantly made want to behave. “I can see that I turn you on, but I can promise you I’m not what you want. The things I would do… well, they would be too dark for you.”
Holy shit. “Y-you have no idea what I can handle. You don’t know like that.”
My stuttered response showed clearly how uneasy I was with this situation, and yet I wanted it. I wanted him to show exactly how dark he could be.
“Be a good girl, Becca. You need to go upstairs and go to bed,” he whispered as he inhaled deeply and pushed himself back from where we stood.
The distance he was placing between us gave a chance to breathe once more. Without a mont of hesitation, my feet pushed towards the stairs, only to be stopped again with a firm grip on my arm.
“Rember what I said,” he all but growled in a sexy way that had weak in the knees.
Turning to face him, I placed my hand on his chest, trying to push him away. But the realization hit that I was touching him, and the feeling of his body under my fingers made everything worse.
The firm ripple of his skin under my fingers was intoxicating, and even with the slight show of chest hair present, I couldn’t help but want to run my fingers through it as his plump lips devoured mine.
Snapping out of my daydream, I quickly jerked myself from his grasp. His lips turned upwards as he stared at , causing to press my thighs together as I tried to control my arousal.
“Goodnight, Mr. Valentino,” I stuttered, forcing my gaze from his before I turned and fled from the kitchen, quickly running up the stairs.
Jas Valentino was a mysterious man, and there was no telling what he truly ant by what he’d said.
Perhaps he was dangerous, but perhaps I would like it.
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