Chapter 13
Colt
“Sorry, but I don’t have a thing to say to that. You are being very naughty Colt and you’re trying to get me in trouble.”
“You’re a grown ass woman Candy. You can’t get in trouble. I am merely suggesting that we have some fun. Why don’t we go back home and have a drink?”
Again, I was slipping into saying things that I shouldn’t say, but she didn’t seem to notice this time around. She looked like she was actually contemplating what I said, and I liked the idea of that more than anything else. It was hard for me to figure out what I was supposed to do at the moment. I finally just waited it all out because I wasn’t sure what was going on in her mind. There was really no telling.
“I think we could do that, but I think I’m going to skip vodka tonight. I haven’t had a headache like that in a long time. Reminded me why I stopped drinking. I would have to wake up drinking because being drunk was always better than the hangover.”
“Was that the old you?”
She smiled at me and agreed. “Yeah, you know, the one that I’m not anymore.”
I grinned at her and I knew that she wasn’t that girl anymore all of the time, but I was really hoping that she was going to be that girl tonight.
All I could think about was getting my hands on her and I was starting to have hope again that this was going to be the time. Last night was a bust, but now, we had a chance to do it all over again. That was the only thought on my mind at the moment.
The longer that Candy was here, the more my reasoning changed for her being here. It was on a fluke in the beginning, just something that came to my mind. Tit was more out of curiosity, wondering why she was different. But now, now I wanted to just be with her. There was no reasoning behind it anymore. I didn't care why I was drawn to Candy, I don't think I was ever going to figure it out.
All I was worried about now was being with her, for as long as I possibly could. The whole time that I was trying to get her into my bed though, all I could think about was the fact that she was about to marry another man. If I signed the papers that she brought with her, color coded and ready to be signed, it would be the end of us. I really would never see her again. That was something that I wasn't prepared for.
We got to the car and the driver took us home. Ernest gave me a couple looks in the rearview mirror, most likely because he had never seen me with the same chick two nights in a row. It was unheard of, but once again, Candy with my wife. She wasn't just another woman.
When we got home, I was starting to think that Candy had changed her mind. She hadn’t said much on the ride, even though it had been rather long. I was afraid that she had rethought the situation and wasn't prepared to be together. It didn't help that her phone kept ringing and as we were moving towards the porch, I told her that it would be easier if she just turned it off.
“I mean seriously, if you're not going to answer it, why don't you just turn it off?”
“You're right. I'm not going to answer it and the ringing is just driving me crazy.”
I watched her turn it off and I don't know why, but to me it signified that I had a chance. I wanted to believe that she was going to go all the way and she was going to forget about her fiancée back home. This was the chance that I had told myself I needed.
“We went into the kitchen and instead of making the drinks there and talking at the counter like we had before, I wanted us to be a little more intimate. I brought a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses upstairs and she followed me. We went into my bedroom and I poured the wine for her, while I got some whiskey for myself from the small wet bar that was there.
Candy was looking around and she kept her hands to herself like she was afraid to touch anything. I don't know why, but she looked damn good doing it. I was still stunned that she was finally here with me, but I still had to wonder how she had popped into my life like she had and changed everything for me.
“This is not at all what I expected your bedroom to look like.”
“What did you expect?”
“I don't know, but this just doesn’t feel like you.”
“That's because I didn't design this. Somebody came in and decorated it for me. They actually decorated the whole house. I don't really have an eye for that kind of thing. If I had my way, there would be a bed and a TV in here and that’s it.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t feel like you.”
I liked that she was talking like she knew me. I wanted to believe that she felt the same way that I did. There was an undeniable pull that I felt to her and I wanted to believe that she felt the same way about it.
“What do you think it should have looked like?”
She giggled and told me that she had envisioned a man cave with a couple of stripper poles in the living room.
“Why would you think that about me?”
I was rather surprised that she saw that, even though I’d done my best to keep my real ways from her.
“Well, I mean, let’s see. Your driver was shocked when I got in the car and he asked twice if you wanted me to be taken home.”
“What does that tell you?”
She smiled and picked up an earring from the nightstand. “That tells me that you don’t have many repeat nights, and this tells me that you had someone here most likely the same day that I called you. Do you remember her name?”
She had me pegged a little too close for comfort and I felt like my collar was getting tight. Was I that easy to see through?
“No, I don’t.”
“But you think that you will remember mine?”
“I have for all of this time. You’re not someone that can be forgotten.” The woman that had went before her was not the same. Maybe she was to a certain man out there, the one for her, but she wasn’t for me. I had already found my ‘one’ a long time ago.
“And what happens next?”
I told her not to think about it. “Let’s just see how tonight goes Candy. I’m too lost in the moment, to worry about tomorrow.”
I leaned in and gave her a kiss that surprised us both. It wasn’t what I had meant to do, but it couldn’t be helped. I was tired of beating around the bush. The tension was there, the look of need in her eyes was there and there was nothing more that I could do at the moment but kiss her. I was passed the point of caring how it all turned out. All I knew for sure was that I wasn’t going to make it another moment without her.