Chapter 9
Colt
I, of course, didn't believe it to be true. How could she be meant for another man, when I still strongly felt that she was the one for me? Whatever the reason was for us coming together, was still there. I was still drawn to her in a way that I hadn't experienced before, and I was still trying to convince her of it. There was a little bit of frustration in the fact that she didn't feel the same way. It would have made things so much easier.
“And how does he feel about you being here?”
He is fine with it. He trusts me. He knows that whatever it is between us, is nothing that compares to what is between me and him.”
“You sound like you're trying to convince yourself, more than me.”
I was baiting her a little bit because I wanted to get her riled up. I wanted to see the emotions and the woman that I knew from before. She wouldn’t let me talk to her that way and it didn't take long for Candy do the same. While she liked to think that she wasn't that girl anymore, it wouldn't be long until she was.
“I don't have to convince myself of anything Colt. If you didn't have such a huge ego, maybe you would see what is right in front of your face. I am not delusional one. I know exactly where the two of us stand, but you don’t seem to.”
That stung a little bit and I have to say that it made me smile as well. This was well more familiar with the woman that I had first came in contact with. The one I’d met at the airport was far too uppity and far too proper. The Candy I remember was not proper at all.
I notice that her bottle of wine was almost empty, and I asked her she wanted something else to drink. I wasn’t trying to get her liquored up, but the idea of something to dull her tongue wasn’t the worst idea I’d ever had.
“Do you have any more wine?”
“I do downstairs. Do you want to come down to the cellar with me and we can pick one out?”
Candy told me that she didn't like the sound of that at all.
“I am not going down into a cellar with you or any other stranger. I think there is a poem about that. It does not end well.”
She made me laugh and I just shook my head. Of course, you would see it as a way to get herself in danger. I was trying to get alone time with her and I did like the idea of taking her into the dark damp place. But I certainly wasn't thinking about hurting her. I was thinking more about how good it would feel to hear her scream for mercy again. She had a way of saying my name that still made me shiver when I thought about it and that was all I was thinking about. Nothing to do with an Edgar Allan Poe poem.
“Well, all I have up here is some whiskey and some vodka you turned down before. Do you want me to go down there and get some myself?”
“No, vodka will be fine.”
She said it in an offhanded way and I was smiling inside. Maybe we would get the old Candy that I remembered so well back a lot quicker. I went to the cabinet and got her a glass. All I could think about was what was going to happen next. All of a sudden there was optimism again.
***
A few drinks later and Candy was getting hot. It was much like it had been at the bar when I’d first met her. When she started drinking, it seemed like there was an inferno burning inside of her. She took off her outer shirt, leaving only a little tank top left on, and it was getting my attention. If it was any other woman I would think that she was doing it on purpose, but I knew that Candy wasn't.
She's actually doing the opposite, leaving her hair up in a bun on top of her head and wearing no makeup. She had not been dressed to impress. If anything, she was dressed as uncomplimentary as she could be. It was done in such a way that it had to be on purpose. I knew that the hotter she got, the more she would want to take off your clothes.
When she went towards her pants, I knew that I had to draw the line. We had matched a few shots, but she was a lot smaller than me and it didn't appear like she was used to it as I was.
“I think you might want to leave those on Candy.”
She finally looked at me and asked me why. The problem was that I was dumb. Why the hell was I trying to get her to keep her pants on? Wasn't the whole point of this to get into her pants?
“I'm hot, Colt. If you would turn down the heat, I wouldn't have to do this.”
“The air conditioner has been nonstop for the last hour. I'm starting to get frostbite over here, so I think it is just you. I think you need to slow down on the vodka.”
She agreed, at the same time she took a gulp of the rest of the clear liquid in the glass. I had to move the bottle away from her and I started some coffee. What was once friendly conversation, was now something else altogether. At the moment, I just felt like I was being massively teased and she didn’t even know it.
“Why don’t I help you to your room so that you can sleep it off? I don’t think that coffee is going to help you right now.”
She smiled at me and told me that I was such a gentleman, but the truth was that she really had no idea. The fact of the matter was that I was doing this for my own survival. I wanted to be with her so badly and if she took off any more clothing off, I wasn’t going to be able to handle myself. It wasn’t going to be good if I lost my cool, so I was trying very hard not to. That meant, that I had to get her the hell away from me and in bed was the most obvious place to dump her. There she wouldn’t be calling to me like a woman that I couldn’t have.
“No, I am really not that tired yet. I wanted to stay up for a while, drink some more.”
I told her that it wasn’t a good idea and even though she said she wasn’t tired, the last thing that she needed to do was to drink a little bit more. She’d had enough. It was already hard to understand her because she was slurring her words so well and I just shook my head. What the hell was I doing? I should have done something more to push us closer to the direction that I wanted us to be in.
“Do you really think I should go to sleep? Am I embarrassing myself Colt?”
“No, not at all.”
“Then why are you taking me upstairs?”
“Because I can’t keep watching you dance around, taking your clothes off and still be a gentleman. You have to see that, right?”
She agreed but I could tell that she was rather shocked by my words. I hadn’t meant to say it like that, but she was so close, and I was breathing in her perfume. It was certainly a bad thing for me because I was already on the edge of all reason. She was driving me crazy by just being there and there wasn’t much that I could say or do to stop it. I just had to focus on getting her to the bedroom, so that I could breathe again. How different this was playing out.
“Fine Colt, but I’m telling you that I’m not going to be able to sleep. I’ve never been good sleeping alone in strange places. That’s why I hate travelling for work.”
“It’s not a strange place, you have been here before Candy. And I’m not a strange man, I’m your husband.”
“Is that why I feel this way right now?”
“What way?”
“Like I want you to kiss me.”
I was stunned by her admission.
“I know that it’s wrong. I have a man at home, but I can’t help it. It just feels so wrong to want you.”
“There is nothing wrong about what we’re doing. I need you Candy. Surely you can feel that, too?”
She said that she could, but I wasn’t so sure. I wasn’t sure if she understood me at all, even though I liked to think that she could. If she knew how I was feeling, she wouldn’t be teasing me as she was right now. It was like she was torturing me, but I knew that it was innocent.
“If this isn’t wrong Colt, then why are you shooing me away right now?”
I didn’t have much of an answer for that because I was thinking about what it would be like to be with her. She sure seemed to be with it enough, to give her consent. Why did I have to wait?
“Because I don't want it to happen like this. I want it to happen to completely different way and nothing else will do.”