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  “You’re uncomfortable,” he said. I felt my eyes open wider and my gut convincing me to jump from the window. Did he noticed? “I’ll get you a new key card and we’ll forget about this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m also into normal stuff, no pain or other guys involved—I don’t like to share. And I like you—a lot. But you’re nervous.”

  “Wouldn’t you be?” Wasn’t it obvious—lack of godliness experience aside. “The kiss, come on, pretty boy. You swept me off my feet, got my panties excited and wow. You've got experience. I don’t. I've only gone through basic training—very basic.” I stretched the last two words. Would he notice that I barely lost my hymen and never felt the orgasm? He looked at me twice, and I didn’t know if he liked the idea or wanted to run the other way. Yet I continued making a fool of myself. “Guy on top of girl, a few movements and voila. I can’t promise I’ll do much for you.”

  “I’ll take you through the basic training, a refreshment,” he said, and smirked.

  Aware of how fast my heart beat inside my chest, I wondered if this would kill me. As he approached, I felt my insides twirling for him. Pretty boy wrapped his arms around me and kissed the hell out of me, until I forgot everything but him. His hands slid from the base of my throat, through my shoulders, arms, hands and hips. Then going up along my back. I wanted to combust, while my senses begged for him to stop or do something to take away the ache. As he reached the nape of my neck, he unzipped my dress and grabbed the fabric pulling it up, breaking the kiss.

  “So pretty,” He said, looking at me in awe. Left with a skimpy thong and my bare breasts, I felt gorgeous. How, when did he take off my bra? He kissed my neck, then flicked, licked and sucked my skin; shoulders, breasts, arms, tummy. My body began to tremble and beg for more or for him to stop. I gripped his shoulders to keep myself steady. But then I wanted to explore him. Those strong biceps matched his eight pack abs, and his penetrating green eyes devoured mine, making me want to expire. “Bed,” He gasped, and gently pushed me into it. “You’re ready for me, babe. Lesson number one. Scream while I take you high enough with my fingers.”

  Saturday flew by with multiple screams; Sunday made me want to be his slave; Monday was when reality kicked in.

  “No names, no numbers and let Serendipity do the job,” I said, and winked while I went back into my own room with the new key he had requested from the front desk.

  I arrived at K&W, where Suzy, one of the creative executives, introduced herself and gave me a warm welcome. After the brief tour through the four floor brownstone that housed K&W and some other businesses, I set up shop in the conference room. Liam Knight introduced himself an hour later, apologizing for the inconvenient wait—family issues. The man reminded me of someone, the chiseled features, but this man had amber colored eyes and brown hair. I disregard my infatuation with Mr. Perfect-sex and began to discuss accounts.

  “Jacob, what the hell?” Liam fumed when the door opened. “Do I interrupt your meetings … no, leave my employees alone.”

  “Surveillance, I’m a genius,” the voice that told me earlier during our shower ‘that’s right baby scream for me’, said. “Yes, you may call me stalker, Miss….” Jacob grinned.

  “Anderson,” Liam said. “Go away.” His eyes about to leave their sockets. “Jake, we have a fucking agreement.”

  “Met her before, little brother.” He tilted his head and gave me a blissful smile. “Elevator-airport girl. Give us five,” He ordered.

  “Jacob Knight,” he said, and extended his hand and pulled me into an embrace. “Your turn, Miss Anderson. My little brother isn’t famous for his patience.”

  “Emma,” I said. Then he possessed my mouth, taking me back to the same place, lust-land, where we shared an unforgettable weekend. I stopped and pushed him a little to talk some reason. “Once in a lifetime.”

  “That was before, baby,” he said, and cupped my face. “I know, no complications, light and easy. London’s home for me, we’ll compromise. I’ll visit, you’ll visit.” He gave me another kiss and I wanted more after it. “Serendipity, can’t fight it. When I checked the surveillance for the shift change, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I got you.” He set his forehead over mine and caressed my hair. “You and me tonight, dinner and a sleepover. We’re moving you to my flat for the remainder of your trip. Same wave link, light and uncomplicated.”

  Why argue with what meant more mind blowing sex, and him. Jake Knight made me addicted to his arms, touch, voice and hugs since the first time. Light and uncomplicated. We began the first relationship I could handle since my parents died.

  Coming …Winter 2013

  Getting by

  Waking up from my pleasant dream where the auburn pretty girl and I ended tangled as one, I began to touch the bed. Her side of the bed being empty made me spring up and search for her.

  “Morning, pretty girl,” I said, as I spotted her dressing into her running gear, and I assumed we’d be going for a stroll in the city—or Central Park. Though, her serious face told me the opposite. “You ok?”

  “I can’t anymore,” she said. Not a muscle moved in her face, steady green sad eyes, and dry face—she never cried. “Light and uncomplicated, we agreed. My life’s crazy at the moment, and I can’t add you into the mix.” I’ve been in the mix for two freaking years, Emma.

  I grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor, and scratched the base of my skull. My gut told me something was wrong, when I woke up alone. Ever since her grandfather’s accident she had become distant. I learned it was possible for her to detach even more. I regretted not flying into Connecticut and barging into the hospital to be next to her. It had been a mistake to give her space.

  The self-reliant crap she announced on a daily basis was the thickest iron wall between the two of us. At the beginning it didn’t bother me, but after so many months of seeing Emma, I wanted to find a way to melt the metal and be closer to her.

  “Jay, Emma’s grandfather is in the hospital,” Liam called me as soon as he found out. “She canceled a conference call and asked me to give her a few more hours to send me tomorrow’s presentation. Which in Emma’s language means it’s bad.”

  “Emma,” I called her without thanking Liam. Staggered to learn she had more family than the kinky lost sister. “Babe, Liam told me you’re in the hospital, do you need me?”

  “Hi, Jake,” she said, after a long pause, with a cool voice, as if I asked how the weather was in New York. “Don’t be silly. Why would you come? He just got out of surgery—grandpa—nothing complicated. But tell your brother not to worry, the presentation is almost ready and will be there in time.”

  Work, her defense mechanism, came out before I could continue the conversation, and then as if I was a cheap telemarketer offering to switch her cellular plan, she hung up on me. I barely spoke to her while she remained in the hospital next to her family. We texted a couple of times and agreed to meet when she returned to New York. Still, I flew back to the states and waited for her distress call. It never happened—Emma didn’t need anyone.

  “I’m here to help, baby,” I tried to reason, before she continued with the ridiculous break up. Show her you could handle complicated. Darn, I handled her for a long time and she wasn’t an easy ride. Emma shook her head. I saw red, what happened to us. How could she break up with me when we’re doing alright? Of course, we weren’t a real item, just a… we never had a title. Don’t leave me, I wanted to beg. “Are you shutting me out, babe, just like with your grandfather’s fall?”

  No answer, she finished tying her sneakers and headed towards the door.

  “Sorry, Jake, I wish this was simpler, baby. You mind locking the door on your way out. Leave the keys with Javier.”

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