Owen

 

Leaning back in my chair, I read the email I’ve been waiting for. The more I read the more pissed off I get. Standing so quickly the chair hits the wall, I slam my hand down on my desk. “Fuck.” Slamming the office door closed, I rush upstairs. I need to get the hell out of here. I need to clear my head.

The warm summer air blows around me and I breathe it in. With no destination in mind, I just walk. The sidewalks are bustling with people out enjoying the sun. Watching everyone walking past I study them. Couples holding hands, parents chasing their kids, friends laughing. Looking at them just pisses me off even more.  

Hailing a cab, I climb in. “Downtown,” I say.

“Where?” he asks, pulling out into traffic.

“I’ll let you know when we’re there,” I say, looking out the window.

“You visiting?”

Looking at him through the rearview mirror, I run my hand down my beard. “No, and if you want a tip how about you just drive.”

Shaking his head, he focuses on the road. I have no idea where the hell I’m going. The only thing I know is that talking to this asshole is not something I want to do. So I study each building we go by. Some are restored, some are new and some need to be brought down. Each one has a story, just like everyone.

After driving for a while, we are now in gridlock traffic. We haven’t moved in ten minutes and I’ve had enough. Tossing a fifty to the driver, I just hop out of the cab. I squeeze between the bumper to bumper traffic to get onto the sidewalk. Deciding to keep walking in the direction we were headed, I toss my sunglasses on.

Looking to my left, I stop so quickly someone knocks into me. “Shit sorry,” I mumble.

Alexander Dance Studio is what the sign reads and I wonder if it’s Brooke’s. She never told me her last name, but I remember when we were in the cab together she wanted to go downtown. Stepping up to the door, I notice the lights are on, but the door is locked. Cupping my hands on the glass to block out the sun, I look inside. Sitting on the floor stretching, is Brooke.

I pound on the door and she turns her head. Standing up, I check out how sexy her body is in that tight dance outfit she has on. Unlocking the door, she pushes it open.

“You stalking me, Ace?” she asks, pulling her long hair into a ponytail.

“If I was stalking you, you wouldn’t see me, blue eyes. You gonna invite me in?”

I walk past her. “What the hell are you doing here? Actually, how the hell did you know where I was?”

Taking it all in, I’m impressed. It’s a huge space and she’s made it look amazing. I don’t know anything about dance but I know business and this place looks like she’s doing it right.

“This place is great. How long have you had it?” I ask, turning to face her.

I watch her tight ass as she moves over to her bag, she pulls out a water bottle. “Just over a year. Now answer me.”

“I was walking by and I didn’t know you were here. That was just luck,” I say with a grin.

She rolls her captivating eyes. “What do you want, Ace?”

“Show me how you dance,” I suggest, glancing at the huge wooden floor surrounded by mirrors.

“You’re a few minutes too late for that one. I was just getting ready to get out of here. I have a dinner I need to get ready for,” she says with a laugh.

The thought of watching her dance is now all I can think about. Wanting to see the way her body moves, to see if it’s anything like I’m imagining. “Well you didn’t leave yet and since you’re going to dinner with me, you have plenty of time to get ready. Dance for me.”

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath. She opens them and picks up her bag. “Look, I don’t just dance for anyone. Come on I need to lock up.”

“You don’t just dance for anyone, huh?” I say more to myself than anything.

Following her out, I wait with her while she locks up. “Well, this was...different,” she says, looking me up and down. “Hell Ace, you look good out of a suit. I didn’t peg you as a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy.”

Laughing, I put my sunglasses back on. “What did you peg me as, blue eyes?”

She steps to the edge of the curb and hails a cab. Turning her head back, she grins. “An entitled prick.” The cab pulls up and she opens the door. “See you in a few hours, Ace.” She starts to get in, but stands back up quickly. “Oh and for dinner, wear the suit.”

 

**

 

A few hours later, dressed in a suit like she wanted, my driver, Frank, pulls up to her building. I tell him I’ll be right back and I head to her apartment. Knocking once, she opens the door and my cock stands at attention. The air is momentarily sucked out of my lungs as my eyes rake over her.

“Damn blue eyes, you look stunning,” I say.

Smiling she gestures me inside. “Thanks, you’re looking pretty good yourself Ace. I just need to grab my purse.”

I watch her ass as she walks away. The deep blue satin dress she has on dips so low in the back I can nearly see her ass and fuck it’s hot and you can bet she knows it. When she disappears I move further into her apartment. It’s got a warm feeling to. Could be the browns and blues all over or maybe it’s just her personality reflecting around.

“You’ve got a great place here,” I yell down the short hall to her.  

Coming out, she is putting her phone into her purse. “Thanks. I’d give you a tour, but there’s not much to see compared to your place.”

“Which I guess makes me an entitled prick, huh?” I say, lifting an eyebrow.

“Bingo Ace. You ready?”

Grinning, I put my hand on her lower back, feeling her soft skin. This dinner is going to feel like a lifetime, because the only thing I can think about is ripping this dress off of her and finishing what we started last night.

Frank opens the door and she slides in. I climb in beside her and Frank pulls out into traffic. Turning my head, I watch her adjust the thin strap holding up her dress. Her tits are nearly spilling out the top and it makes me need to reposition to hide my hardening cock. I need this distraction tonight, more than I can remember.

“I hope you like Italian,” I say.

Glancing at me, her bright blue eyes surrounded in black making them appear even bigger, search my face. “I love Italian.”

“Good,” I say, resting my hand on her knee that is exposed from the large slit in her dress.

“Where are we going?” she asks, peeking down at my hand. She doesn’t say anything. She’s fucking hard to read but I’m not moving it. Not unless it’s up higher.

“I know a place,” I say with a wink.

She shakes her head, and smiles. “I’m sure you do, Ace. I bet it’s the same place you take all the women you want to get into your bed.”

Meeting Frank’s eyes in the rearview he widens his. “Yeah she’s different,” I say with a laugh.

“Shit, sorry,” she says, shaking her head, causing her long brown hair to hide her face from my view.

I push her soft hair out of the way and I keep my hand on her shoulder. “It’s a good thing, blue eyes. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met, that’s why Frank looked at me. Oh and this place, I’ve never taken anyone here. This is one of my favorite places and I don’t like bringing anyone else here.” Squeezing her shoulder, I move my hand back to her knee.

“Yet you’re bringing me,” she says.

“Like I said, blue eyes, you’re different.”

When we pull up in front of the restaurant, Frank opens the door for us. Getting out, I hold my hand out to her and she grabs it. Her small hand fits perfectly in mine and I don’t let go as I lead her inside. She doesn’t try to pull away, so I don’t intend on it letting go.

“Mr. Thompson, welcome. Your table is ready,” the hostess says, grabbing two menus.

We follow her to the table and I finally let go of her hand to pull her chair out.

“Thanks,” she whispers.

I’ll admit this isn’t like me. I don’t hold hands and I sure as hell don’t bring any women to my favorite restaurant. I don’t know what it is about Brooke, but when I said she’s different I meant it. It’s as if all the dark shit I have racing through my head vanishes when she’s around. It’s nice to feel carefree, even if it’s only temporary.

We take a minute to look over the menu before the waitress comes over. I order a bottle of full-bodied Cabernet Sauvignon and she peeks over her menu at me.

“Nice choice,” she says, looking back down.

We both order and the waitress pours us each a glass of wine before leaving.

Lifting my glass, she does the same. “To you, blue eyes, much success with your dance studio.”

Tilting her head slightly after we tap glasses, she smiles. “Thanks, Ace.” She takes a sip and lifts her eyebrows. “Very good. Now how about you tell me what it is you actually do. You know what I do and we’re here in this beautiful restaurant, drinking expensive wine and they know you by name. So either you’re a good fella or you’re a very successful businessman.”

Laughing, I put my glass down. I don’t like giving information away, even what I do. But she’s right I know a hell of a lot more about her. So I take a small step. “Not a good fella, blue eyes. I own a real estate company. I buy, sell, and build.”

“Wow, sounds intriguing. Do you own a lot of property?” she asks.

“I do,” I say, sipping my wine.

“How’d you get started?” she asks, running her finger along the rim of the glass.

Grinning I search her face. “Luck, blue eyes.”

“So I was right, wasn’t I?”

We pause the conversation while our food is dropped off and I thank the waitress.

“Right about what?” I ask, as the smell of the sauce wraps around me.

“You being an entitled prick,” she says with a small laugh.

Forcing a grin, I take a bite of my food. If she only knew, but it’s not a part of my past I’m willing to share. Not with anyone. “Yeah blue eyes, you’re right.” She seems happy with that and I just leave it. The less she knows the better it is.

We finish dinner, which of course she raves about. I knew she would, it’s the best Italian food I’ve ever eaten. Nothing serious was talked about. She told me about the kids she teaches and I told her about traveling. It’s been fun and fun is not easy to come by. Especially with a woman. It’s usually them wanting to know about my money or asking when we can go on vacation. Like I said, Brooke is different. Which also makes me want to take her home and fuck her like I need to.

“Brooke, are you ready to get out of here?”

She grins and stands up. “I’m ready, Owen.”

She better fucking mean for sex because that’s happening tonight.