Chapter 12
Candy
“Are you being serious right now?”
I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew that there was no way that I was going to go in there. There was pictures of dancers out on a front panel and it didn't look like the sort of dance that I was going to be interested in. To me it just looked like strip club and I wasn't sure if that's what it was or not, but I certainly didn't want to go through the dark door.
“What's the matter? Haven't you ever been to a cabaret show before?”
“Why in the world would I go to one of these places?”
I can see why men would want to go, but I couldn't for the life of me see why a woman would want to be in a place that had half naked women posters in front. It didn't seem like a classy place, or any place that I would want to go. I really wondered if he was just messing with me or not.
“Because the show is really good. It's not what you think it is or what your face says you think it is. It's not like naked strippers or anything. They keep their clothes on, most of them.”
I just shook my head and I really didn't have a clue how I was supposed to respond to this. I was not used to being put in this sort of situation and he was acting like it was just another day. Maybe it was just another day for him, but it was a lot more than that for me. I was standing to silence and when he reached out to me, I just followed but I knew that I wasn't going to want to stay long. He wanted us to get to know each other, and I was starting to see that we were very different. That was obvious before we left, but it was even more not obvious now.
When we got inside there was already someone getting on the stage dancing and while it wasn't what I was expected, it was something different altogether. It was sort of like a car crash passed on the Interstate and even though I wanted to just keep on driving, something made you look and keep looking.
I was at that point right now and I was a little embarrassed when he had to get my attention to take me to our table. I was standing there in the middle of the floor frozen, transfixed by the woman that was dancing on the stage. She made it look so natural, the way her body contorted.
“See, I told you that it wasn't going to be so bad.”
It was hard for me to pay attention to him and what he was saying when there was a woman up on stage. She was not young or blonde, two things that I thought were going to be a given. She was actually a little older than me and she was very skilled at her dancing. It was an alluring dance, and there were some clothes coming off as I watched her, but it was something else altogether different. It was hard not to look at the moment and to see it at an art form.
“Why would you take me here?”
“I don't know. I guess I thought that you would like it. Or maybe that the old you would like it, though I don't know much about this new you.”
I smiled at him and for some reason I really liked that answer. I liked to think that he knew me well and now I told myself that I was here for divorce. Things were changing rather quickly.
“I do like it. I don't know why, but I do. I feel like I'm at our gallery right now and this is live art.”
Colt smiled at me and agreed.
“I take a lot of clients here and I have not had one ever leave disappointed. That is hard to do in my world.”
Of all the things that he had shown me today and all the places we had went, I was starting to think that this place was my favorite. The waitress was around not too long after that and I pulled my eyes from the stage. It was the first time that I had looked at the menu and he asked me if he could order for me. I wasn't that sort of girl, I did have my own opinions, but I just let him because I figured he had been here before and knew what was good.
We sat in silence. I was happy for the steak that he ordered me. He did ask me how I wanted it cooked and he ordered an identical rare steak with me.
“See, I knew that we had a lot more in common.”
“Yes, apparently we both like blood and jiggly tits.”
He chuckled at me and I was trying to figure out what I was saying. I wasn't thinking very clearly, and I was just letting things roll off my tongue and that wasn't always a good thing.
My phone rang not too long after the waitress brought our drinks and I could see that it was Jax. He told me that he was going to call me after his meeting and by the looks of it, it must of ran pretty late. In his world, that was a good thing and I knew that I should take the call, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not.
“Why don't you go ahead and take that?”
“How do I know you're not going to say something and get Jax mad at me?”
“Do you really think I would do such a thing?”
“Yes, I do.”
He smiled at me and agreed that he probably would.
“I have to go to the bathroom. You take the call and then you won't have to worry about me ruining anything with the man of your dreams.”
The way he said it almost made me feel bad, almost. There was another part of me that was sure that he was just trying to make me feel bad. Either way, I did, and I told him that I wasn’t going to take the call. He grinned at me and didn’t go to the bathroom, so I figured that he was just messing with me. I had to be on guard when I was around Colt. He had a way of messing with my mind and it was hard to know what to say to him or even how to act when I was around him.
“Why do you keep looking at me that way?”
Just because you don't remember that night together Candy, doesn't mean that I don't. It is hard for me to sit on the other side of this table and pretend like I don't want to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you come all over me. It is literally all I can think about and I'm trying my best to hold it in. It’s not as easy as it sounds.”
I shook in the seat and I tried to ignore the electricity that went to my core. I know that I was with Jax, but there was a part of me that really wanted to remember as well. He made it seem like we had some of the best sex that I had ever had, and I wanted to know what that felt like. He was clear to me that I had squirted for him, but that didn't mean that we were meant to be together. All that meant is we were good sexually and we're compatible. I could have told him that the first moment I met him.
“Wow, I don't even know what to say to that Colt. That must have been one hell of a night for you to be thinking about that.”
“It was.”
I don't know why, but at that moment, I wished I could read his mind. I wished I could see the scene that came to mind that gave him this glittering look in his eyes. Whatever it was, I know damn well it was good and I really wanted to be privy to it.
“And what if we did?”
“Did what?”
“What if we did repeat that night? Then what?”
Colts sat back in his chair and smiled at me in the most charming way possible.
“Well, in that case, I would make sure that you were there in the morning when I woke up. Then I would do it all over again. Like I said before, we never did have a honeymoon and I think we deserve one.”
He kept bringing up the honeymoon and I wondered if it was because of what happened during the honeymoon. Was he trying to make me think of us together in bed? If that was the case, he was doing a very good job of it. The whole bit about fucking me until I came all over him was certainly very clear and vivid in my mind. How could it not be?
“So, we lay in bed for a few days and then what?”
Colt chuckled at me for a minute and then I guess he realized that I was being serious because he straightened up.
“You move in here and you live with me as my wife. There are plenty of opportunities here for everyone and we could start the life that we began seven years ago, but this time, we do it right.”
I was a little gob smacked by his answer. Did he really believe that we could just carry on like that? We didn't even know each other and even though we had talked a lot the last couple of days, that didn't mean that we were supposed to stay married. I was sure a couple of weeks ago that I was supposed to marry another man.
“We don’t even know each other, Colt.”
“Yet, here we are married. Just because we didn't go in the right order, doesn't mean that it is the wrong order for us.”
I knew that what he said was true, but it was just so far out of the realm of normal, that I didn't know how to respond to it. Jax hadn’t been on my mind in a while and I wasn't even thinking about him right now. I was thinking more about the man in front of me and the problem that his eyes and lips proposed. How could I turn it down?