Bekah
I stood in the hall listening to the music playing loudly in our little apartment. Fuck the pain away, by Peaches. I’d come home to this song and Drew every night this week. I wasn’t ready to go in, afraid of what I may walk in on. Boundaries weren’t Tiff’s thing.
I was tired, hungry, and really not liking my mentor. My Mentor, that’s what he calls himself. The man was an ass and I’m sure he couldn’t help himself, most guys were. I don’t know his deal but something’s not right with him.
The door opened, and Drew walked out the door still buttoning his pants, lipstick all over his face and his hair all over the place.
“Oh hey, Bekah, didn’t know you were home,” he slurred and gave me a sloppy drunk smack on the cheek.
“Just got here.” I walked past him and through the door. “See you around.”
Tiffany was in her robe. Hot pink silky little number she wore after each of her ‘dates’.
“Thought you were going out.” She pulled her black hair up into a sloppy bun on top of her head and opened the refrigerator door.
I plopped on the couch and sunk in, grateful to be off my feet, on my ass, and home. Home, that’s what this place was. Not the same as my actual house in North Carolina. It wasn’t a museum, and it actually felt good to be here.
“You want some?” she asked as she sat next to me with a bag of chips. I rolled my eyes. “You’re seriously going overboard with this whole diet shit, Bek.”
“I’ll be heading south for Thanksgiving, and Colonel George will be all over me for most everything that I’ve chosen to do since August. I’d like to give him one less thing to complain about.”
“I swear I’m going with you. I’m gonna tell that fucker what I think…”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “I appreciate it, but I got this.”
At five foot two and maybe one hundred and five pounds Tiff thought she was badass.
“You underestimate me. I can be nasty if I want to be.” She hopped up and threw a few punches. “I’ve been working out.”
“Yeah, you’ve been working out. Drew looked like he got his ass kicked tonight.”
“Fuck he is so damn good.” Tiff plopped back down and started eating her chips. “How was work?”
“The same as every night.” I reached in my bag and pulled out the rest of my sunflower seeds. “He’s crazy Tiff, I swear it. He’s probably bipolar or something. Which is cool, but it’d be nice to know.”
“Two weeks ago you were so excited to be working there. The guy who co- owned the place was smokin hot. Six foot, six pack, and you were pretty sure more than six inches.”
I threw a pillow at her. “My type, the ones I am now…”
“Avoiding, the Diet I know.” She ate another handful of those damn chips and I swear just looking at them, I could feel my thighs expand.
“Temptation, right in my face. Testing my will power just like you’re doing right now, you bitch.”
“I don’t get it. You’re beautiful, big blue eyes, blonde natural waves, big boobs.” She reached out to touch them and I slapped her hand.
“Seriously, I wish I had a set like that. I swear to God I would play with them all day long.”
Tiff wasn’t gay, or bi at all. I would know, my brother is bi.
“I played with nipples today.”
She squealed and clapped her hands, “Share, oh please share!”
She was going to flip, “I watched Zandor…”
“Say his name again.”
“What? Why?” She was such a goof, I loved her.
“I like it, it’s hot. What would you say in bed though? Fuck me, Zandor, harder Zandor! OH ZANDOR!’
“Maybe Z? Fuck me, Z, harder Z, just like that. Smack my ass! Lick my pussy, Zandor Steel. Harder, just like that!” I screamed and we both flew into a fit of hysteric like a couple of teenaged girls.
We stopped when we heard the knock on the door. “Drew probably forgot his key.” Tiff stood up. “Come in, it’s unlocked!”
I laid back on the couch and threw a blanket over my head. I knew damn well as soon as he walked back in it was on—again.
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“Zandor…”
“Real funny Ti…”
I threw the blanket off my face and sat up and looked up and he was standing there--of course he was standing there.
I swear I was red instantaneously and had to force my jaw to not fall on the ground.
“Bekah.”
“Zandor.”
As soon as I said his name Tiffany started to giggle. I looked at her and gave her the look of death. I swear his eyes were dancing, there was no way he didn’t hear that. Oh God, my life was over, so over. I was so…
“I spoke to a friend on the phone. He owns an auto shop and wants a tattoo. He’ll be at the shop to work on your car in the morning, after that you can give him a tattoo.”
“I’m not ready to do that.” It came out a little louder than I expected, so yes I yelled at my boss.
He suppressed a grin again, “I think you underestimate your abilities, Bekah…” Tiffany started giggling again and I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. “Do you think she’s capable…?”
“Tiffany.” She smiled and reached out to shake his hand. “I would say yes, you’ve been umm, mentoring the hell out of her for two weeks now.”
He gave a silent chuckle. “She’s a good student.”
They both looked at me, silence, not good.
“Is there something I can do for you?”
The way he looked me up and down slowly made me a little uncomfortable, not like eww gross but the look that makes me want to say fuck this diet!
“Keys, Bekah,” he reached his hand out and I looked at his fingers.
Tiffany giggled again and I quickly grabbed my bag and pulled out my keys, “Of course, sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” His hand slid across mine a little slower than probably necessary when he took the keys. Maybe I was just thinking, wishing, desiring….
“Can you get her to work, Tiffany, or should I pick her up?”
“Well I am very busy tomorrow, I don’t think…”
“I can walk. Thanks again, Zandor,” I needed him to get out of here before Tiffany snickered, or acted any more idiotically.
“It’s five miles…” I started to interrupt and he held his hand up, “See you at nine. Goodnight ladies.”
He was out the door before I could even argue. Tiffany started to laugh and I covered her mouth and dragged her beside me to the front window. I wasn’t gonna let go until I saw him get in his car and pull away.
As soon as he was in his Baby, I let go of Tiff’s mouth and she lost it and snorted her tiny ass off. I was mortified and sat on the couch.
“Oh God do you think he heard us?” I really needed her to be, well, not like Tiffany right now.
But she wasn’t. She laughed so hard she was holding her stomach as she fell on the couch in hysterics.
“Maybe he didn’t.” I covered my face knowing full well he heard us. The walls in this place were paper thin. That’s why Tiffany had fuck music cranking every night, so no one could hear her and her Dates.
She wiped the tears off her face and let out a deep breath. “He’s fucking hot, Bek.”
“He’s my boss, Tiff,” I reminded her.
“Doesn’t matter. You didn’t do him justice…”
“I told you he was hot!”
“Yeah, but not that hot, not smokin’ hot, on fire. Shit my eyes were almost burning just looking at him.”
“Did you see his eyes? Definitely has the best eyes, sandy brown with cinnamon specks. His bottom lip is so suck-able.”
“Dark hair short on the side, floppy handle bar locks on the top. He’s fucking built too. You can tell. I wonder what he’s hiding under that shirt?”
“He has a lot going on under there,” I smirked.
“Oh yeah? I knew it, you’ve fallen off the Diet wagon haven’t you?” I started to explain but she interrupted. “You feasted on that body. Damn! I should have known by the way he looked at you. He was fucking you with his eyes the whole time!”
“No! Wrong, that didn’t happen. I pierced his nipple, he had to take his shirt…”
“You what! Oh my God this just keeps getting better. Wait don’t tell me, we need wine for this.”
“It wasn’t a big deal. He talked me through it….”
“No damn it please make this story a good one. Describe how it all went down, details girl!”
After an hour she was satisfied with my story. She was however not accepting that he was not interested in me. I mean I wasn’t really either, but I had made-up romantic notions by the bundles over the guys I had slept with over the years. Well until Dex. That was kind of it. No more romantic notions about being the love of someone’s life, the apple of their eye, center of their world. There was no prince to come to my door toting a glass slipper, or a beast to be tamed by my love. Not for me, not ever. You know what, that’s fine with me. I was alright with who I am—finally.
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I tried my hardest to fall back asleep. I wanted the dream to continue. Oh dear God, please just five more minutes. I needed this damn dream to continue! It was the hottest dream about a certain tall, dark, sandy brown eyed, suckable bottom lipped, piece of man candy, I had ever seen.
I heard someone outside my door. Tiffany probably had an early morning date. I pulled the covers up tight and covered my head with my Henry pillow. Henry’s my body pillow. I wrap myself around him, or it at night. Yes his name is Henry after Henry Cavell. My go-to guy when the pressure mounts up enough that I have to pull out Edward. Yes Edward Cullen—well not really him but my vibrating toy that’s named after the vampire who completely made me believe that kind of love existed. And yes, I picture his face when I get off. Yes, I masturbate to the picture of Edward Cullen. Don’t judge there’s something very naughty about him, well not him the vibrator or him the image, him as in Robert Pattinson. He’s got sex appeal, and that very hot British accent. Fuck Jacob, I want Edward!
I snuggled Henry tight and thought about Zandor. I knew I was pushing it with time since Tiff was already up so I scooted my ass to the edge of my very comfy bed and reached over pulling out the drawer of my nightstand, or as I like to think of it, Cullen Manor. I wasn’t willing to uncover my head so I pulled out the drawer and blindly reached inside. The little bastard was at the back of the manor so I reached farther.
“Fuck!” I whipped the covers off and sat up and reached in deeper when I heard someone clear their throat.
I jumped up when I saw him. “You need some help?”
Oh why, why, why!
“What are you doing here?” I didn’t mean to snap but I was really embarrassed and thank God, Edward was hiding on me CAN YOU IMAGINE? “Yes, no…”
“Which is it, Bekah?” He started walking toward me and I slammed the door to Cullen Manor.
He was enjoying himself, eyes dancing, and smirk trying to play on his lips, that cocky fucker!
“Bekah, you have a hard time making up your mind all the time?”
“Nope. I don’t need your help. I need a shower, can you give me five minutes?” I threw the blankets on my bed and looked back at him.
He was checking me out! Not imagining things either. From my toes to my eyes he raked my body.
“Your roommate is entertaining. Do you have a robe, Bekah?”
Oh my God. I was in a damn thong and tank! No wonder he was checking me out. I quickly grabbed my robe and threw it over my body. That poor man.
“I’ll wait while you shower.” I swear I heard a growl escape his chest when he left my room.
Stupid girl, stupid romantic notions. Stupid panties getting stupid wet thinking about that stupid man.
I walked out and Drew and Tiff were at the breakfast bar. I gave her the dirtiest look I could come up with, she was gonna pay for it. I swear to God she was in sooo much trouble. Why that little twit pushed me was beyond me!
I looked at the clock in the bathroom, he was ten minutes early. What a way to wake up.
GOD!