One Night Stand

“No.” His eyes narrowed. “But then I didn’t know who you were until about an hour ago.”

“Are you going to tell her now that you know?”

“No, of course not.” He paused. “That would unduly complicate things.”

“Because they’re not complicated now?”

“Well, not really.” He brushed some lint off of his jeans. “Nothing is really complicated right now. Though they could become more complicated if you still want to sleep with me; which I think you do.” He stared at my breasts.

“You what?” My jaw dropped at his audacity. Was he for real? I stared at the smirk on his husky face and I tried to ignore how sexy he looked. He’s a jerk, Liv. He’s not a sexy male God with a miracle tongue. Oh, I was going to miss his miracle tongue. No, stop it Liv you must forget his miracle tongue. I groaned.

“Something wrong?” He asked softly.

“No.” I snapped and glared at him.

“You still want me, don’t you?” His eyes danced.

“No.” I said adamantly.

“Okay, if you say so. Though I think you’re lying.” He grinned and licked his lips again. This time his tongue was sticking right out as if to taunt me even more. “Some people say I’m cocky.” He said after a few seconds.

“Who you?” I feigned shock. “Who would ever think that?”

“Are you laughing at me?” His eyes were light as he studied my face.

“Does it sound like I’m laughing? Can you hear the sound of laughter coming out of my mouth and falling into your ears?”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” He took a step towards me.

“I’m not a comedian and have no aspirations to be one, so no, not really.”

“So are you trying to say you don’t think I’m cocky?” He tilted his head and smiled at me. I didn’t want to stare back at him. I mean who can resist a hot guy with a cute teasing smile? His green eyes sparkled in mischief as he questioned me. The moment was light and silly and I so badly wanted it to be dark and stuffy. I didn’t want to like Xander. I had every reason to dislike Xander, but I was finding it very hard to follow through on my dislike when he stood so close to me.

"What do you want from me Xander? This is highly inappropriate as I told you before."

"Why?" He took another step towards me and this time I could feel his thigh grazing against my leg.

"You're engaged to marry my sister."

"Yes, but we don't love each other."

"So you're not going to marry her then?" I asked softly and hopefully. I know it was wrong of me to be hoping for him to say he was going to call off the wedding. “You’re going to call off the wedding?”

"Why would I do that?" He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach.

"Are you seriously turned on right now?" I asked, shocked.

He grinned at me wickedly, not answering me. His eyes laughed into mine and he grabbed my hand and held it.

"What are you doing?" I asked softly, my heart racing at the fact that I was so close to him.

"Answering your question."

"What question?" My brain was fuddled.

"This one." He took my hand and placed it over his crotch and squeezed my fingers together gently so that I was grabbing his hardness.

"What are you doing?" I gasped as my fingers held onto his thick manhood.

"You asked me if I was turned on and I figured show was better than tell." He winked at me and I pulled my hand away quickly, images of his naked cock in my mouth and hands flashing through my head. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I knew I was in big trouble. I still wanted this man and he wanted me and I had no idea what I was going to do about it.

“You should leave.” I looked at my bed instead of his face. All I wanted was to crawl under the sheets and groan.

“We haven’t finished talking.” He shook his head.

“There’s not much left to say, Xander.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll keep my mouth shut, but only because I don’t want to have to discuss exactly what happened between us.”

“Don’t you even want to know about Gabby and I?”

“No, why would I want to know about you and Gabby?” A sharp pain twisted in my stomach as I imagined them together. My head started pounding and I knew I was jealous. I didn’t know why I was jealous. I didn’t even think I’d see him again. Well, that was partially true. I hadn’t thought I would see him again, but I had had a daydream running through my head all week. I’d kind of hoped that he would find me- you know what I mean, in a romantic movie sort of way. He’d ask people from the wedding about the beautiful girl in the light pink dress and he’d figure out who I was and come and find me. I’m not talking Lifetime Stalker movie either. He wouldn’t become obsessed with me and stalk me and then kill me. I’m talking sweet romance movie moment. He’d find me and serenade me with a cassette player, remember those? And he’d have a bouquet of flowers and he’d tell me that the night we’d spent in the hotel was the best night of his life and that he couldn’t stop thinking about me. So yes, while I didn’t expect to see him again, I had hoped in the back of my mind that he’d find me. For a brief second when I’d seen him in the living room, I’d thought, maybe my dreams had come true, but of course they hadn’t. Because that’s just how my life goes. I never meet the romantic men. I never meet the men that want to woo me and sweep me off of my feet. I never meet the Prince Charming’s of the world. I always meet the garbage men pretending to be Prince Charming, but then you figure out how much they stink and want to slap yourself for ever thinking they had more to offer.