Chapter Four

Saturday is finally here, and what a week it’s been. I’m bone dead tired. I’m also pissed at James, and I plan to sleep in till nine a.m. tomorrow. After taking a long hot shower and blow drying my hair, I think about the clusterfuck this week has been. I’m really looking forward to a couple of cocktails to cloud my thoughts, which have been of a certain blue-eyed devil in no clothing.

I pull out my tan skirt, which should be called mini because it’s small, but my legs are the bomb, so why not show them off, even if it’s to the people who see them all the time. I pair it with a nice white spaghetti strap ruffled A-line tank that offers just enough cleavage and my brown wedges. I apply just a touch of mascara because I’m planning to drink, and taking off makeup while semi drunk is like a group of toddlers trying to color in the lines.

Let the games begin...

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Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice my cheeks are all red. I’m also not sure if I’m going to be speaking to Meghan after tonight.

When I showed up at her house for a nice evening of BBQ, I was under the impression it would be just the regular gang we hang with. I was not ready for the blue eyes that met me when I walked into the yard.

As soon as I walked in, Meghan was there with a martini and the famous ‘I’m sorry’ eyes. Seems that Tom does know Cooper. He also thought it was a great idea to invite him over to hang out with us. Great. It was just fan-fucking-tastic, to say the very least.

I hurriedly drank my first martini, which then fell into a second, third, followed by my fourth. I sat at the table with everyone, conversation flowing, talking to the girls with not a care in the world, but I knew, I felt that his eyes were on me the entire time. Making me tingle in places that have been out of commission for a while.

The seating arrangements were almost already done with all the couples sitting together, leaving two seats open. Adam quickly took a seat, leaving one spot right next to Cooper. I almost kicked myself in the ass for taking so long to grab a chair. Sitting down right next to Cooper, he turned his head my way, giving me a sly smile. “You clean up good.” He leaned in, then tipped his beer back.

“I guess this is another cheat day, Stone?” I tried to get under his skin the same way he was getting under mine. My martini was quickly replaced and replenished by Meghan with the ‘I’m so sorry’ look again.

The chatter around the table had me sitting back and just listening to everything, the tension in my body slowly releasing itself. I’m sure it was the alcohol that was now flowing in my veins. The meal, however, made the tension start again. The way Cooper’s fingers grazed mine softly when reaching for his fork, almost like he did it on purpose, shot goose bumps all through my body. When we finished eating and were just lounging around still sitting, his hand made its way to the back of my chair. The heat from his hand straightened up my spine, making me aware of his every move. His hand hooked on the back of my chair, his thumb rubbing up and down my arm. My side looks found him chatting with Tom, like he didn’t have a care in the world. It was too much. His touch, my alcohol induced senses on overload. I just needed to get away from him. I pushed myself off the table, throwing my chair back. “I have to use the ladies’ room.” I tried to focus on the task of not swaying on my feet. Word to the wise. Never get up after drinking about ten martinis and expect to not sway. It took one second for me to feel his hands on my hips, making me right myself. “No more booze for me!”

“Do you want me to help you inside to the bathroom?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine.” I smoothed down my skirt, trying to keep a little bit of independence.

“I can do this.” Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I gave myself approval. It took some concentration to make it from the table all the way inside to the bathroom. I stood up, spine straight. “I’ve got this shit.” I smiled at my reflection. Okay, no more vodka cranberry martinis for me.

Turning to head out of the bathroom, I almost had one step out of the door before I was shoved back inside, pushed up against the door.

It was pitch-black because there weren’t any windows in the room. I blinked my eyes a couple of times, trying to adjust to the blackness, but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t need my eyes to see who was in front of me, though. I was surrounded by his smell, a woodsy spice, and I knew it was Cooper. He leaned down and put his mouth near my ear and growled.

“You’re dating Adam?”

I was a bunch of things—shocked, aggravated, and turned on. Yes, I arrived with Adam, but that was only so I could drink and enjoy myself. I know it might have seemed we were together when we walked in holding hands, but the driveway is cobblestone. With the type of footwear I was wearing it was like a death trap, so I held his hand to make sure I didn’t sprain anything.

“No,” I whispered. “He just drove me here so I don’t have to worry about driving home.” I felt his breath on my ear, on my neck. I felt it everywhere. My body was one big fat nerve, and I just wanted to turn my head and make my lips meet his.

“I’m your ride home,” he said, and in that moment, he pressed his erection into my core. With him scooping down and me on wedges it was the perfect height, and if I just rubbed a little up and down, I was pretty sure I could have my happy ending.

“You drive me crazy,” he said, and I could swear he was softly kissing my neck, so of course, being the semi drunk hussy that I was, I gave him more access, which then made him really go in for it where he lightly bit and then sucked.

“You don’t even like me.” I panted, my hands grabbing onto his shirt. It was too much. The dark, his smell, my senses on overload.

“I like you plenty.” And just when I went to open my mouth to talk back, his lips met mine. He used the exact moment to slowly sneak his tongue in like he was testing the water, and in the exact moment I kissed him back. Our tongues fought in a soft tango, trying to best the other. His hands sneaked down to my ass where he squeezed tightly, pulling me more into his erection, and it was my turn to moan.

“Cooper?” I’m not sure what I was asking.

“Parker, are you okay in there?” Meghan asked while knocking on the door, bringing us both out of our trances.

“Um, yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” I said, trying to disengage myself from his hold, only making him hold on tighter.

“Okay, I think the coast is clear. Douche MCoop has left the building.” She giggled, and I was pretty sure I would kill her.

Cooper started to say something, and I quickly brought my hand up to block his mouth, but since we were in the dark, my thumb ended up in his eye socket, causing him to moan.

“Parker, are you all right? Did sitting in front of Douche MCoop leave you all hot and bothered you went to check to make sure your vaggggggina will still work?” She thought she was a fucking comedian. “Better tell him when he gets down there to blow first to get all that dust out. Oh, and by the way, Adam took off for a booty call.”

“Meghan,” I yelled. “I’m fine. I’ll be right out. Why don’t you go mix up some more martinis? I guess I’m crashing in the guest room.”

“Okie dokie, smokie!!!” She stumbled away, and I was wondering if someone could actually die from embarrassment. Either that or I was hoping the earth swallowed me up before I had to look in his eyes again.

When I couldn’t hear her anymore, I whispered, “You need to leave right now. She or anyone for that matter cannot know you were in here with me.”

“I’m not leaving. I’m driving you home. I thought that was already decided.”

“Nothing was decided, and I already told Meghan I would be sleeping here, so I don’t need you to drive me anywhere,” I said a little bit louder and more forceful than I wanted to, but I was freaking out.

“Baby, you can send me away, but this thing, you and me, it’s happening.” He rubbed my cheek with his thumb, and all I wanted to do was lean into him.

“This can’t happen again. You are my client. You are here for two months. I can’t do this.” I really wished the lights were on so I could look into his blue eyes.

He leaned down and slowly, like a wisp, kissed my lips. He let me go, unlocking the door, and turned around right before walking out. The lights from the hallway shadowed him.

“Babe, we just started.” He turned and walked away, leaving me speechless and horny as hell.