Chapter Twelve
Shelby
I looked down at my phone, watching the time go from one fifteen to one sixteen. Ten more minutes, I decided. He had ten more minutes to show up. If he didn't, then I was out of there. His loss. He was the one who had asked me to come here, and he had the gall to be late?
Why was I surprised? This was Jason Bowman we were talking about. Had I already forgotten what kind of guy he was? He was so used to the world revolving around him that the fact that it didn't was news. And here my ass is, I thought bitterly. I had been waiting in the lobby of his hotel for him to show up for ten minutes now. He had asked me to meet him for lunch, and you know what? Maybe it was me who had made the mistake by saying yes.
My fault for letting him wear me down, I guess. I waited. It was one twenty when he finally walked into the lobby. I stood, seeing him. He came up to me with a smirk on his face.
"Ready?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the elevator. He followed close behind me. He hit the button to take us up, and he made the smart choice to shut the fuck up while we went. His room was on the twentieth floor. He unlocked it and led the way inside. It was nice. Hotels usually were, but I guess I hadn't stayed in many here in L.A. It was spacious, the bed was king sized, and there was a large television mounted on the wall. Nice as it was, I wasn't pleased to be there.
"Did you want to wait ten, fifteen more minutes to show up? I would have been gone by then," I said to him.
"Were you waiting long?" he asked, distractedly, taking his jacket off.
"Why would you ask me to see you now if you knew you were busy?" I demanded. "I don't know about you, but I have things to do."
"If you didn't want to come, why did you say yes?" he challenged, taking his tie off.
"Because I knew you'd bother me until I did. This isn't like the old days, Jason. I'm here because I choose to be, not because I have to be, even though you're making me question why I even bothered." He came up to me.
"Thank you for coming," he said. His hand came up and tucked some stray hairs back behind my ear. Then he cupped my face and leaned in to kiss me. I jerked back, shocked.
"Jason—"
"Goddammit, Shel," he said, running his thumbs over my cheeks. "I can't believe how much I missed you."
"Stop it," I said, moving his hands. My face flushed; I was responding to him. I crossed my arms, walking over to the window. There had been something there that night last year. I wasn't going to try to deny that. Maybe it had always been there, the whole time we had known each other, and we would have acted on it sooner or later if I hadn't ended up leaving. I could feel it then; my pulse quickened, and an ache started in my core. I felt his hands on my shoulders, squeezing slightly before they slid down my arms. I sighed when I felt his lips on the back of my neck. He kissed below my ear, wrapping his hands around my waist.
"Shelby," he whispered. My eyes fluttered shut as he nipped and sucked the soft skin of my neck. His body was pressed up against my back, and I could feel just how much he had missed me. When had it gotten to this point with us? Were we just picking up where we had left off? That had to be it. There had to be a reason why I wanted him, even though he drove me crazy. I turned so we were facing each other and took his hand off my waist.
"This isn't the reason why you wanted me to come see you."
"It's obviously why you agreed to come," he said, pulling me back into him.
"You don't know the first thing about me," I said, defensively.
"I know what you want," he countered. He tried to kiss me again, and I backed away. "Come on, Shel; no one's here but me. Who are you trying to hide it from?" I scoffed, furious at him.
"Hiding?" I said, walking back up to him. I was just under six foot in heels, but I still had to look up to look at his face. "We don't talk for a year, and you think you still have any right to touch me?"
"If I don't, then leave," he challenged. His face was strained and his shoulders stiff. I swallowed, looking into his green eyes. They burned with lust. He wanted me. I lurched forward, holding his face as I kissed him. He grabbed the back of my neck, his other hand wrapping around my waist. It sunk, sliding down my ass. I let go of him, unbuttoning my pencil skirt and sliding it off, down my hips. My blouse came up over my head. He watched me strip, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
"Get on the bed," he said, taking his shirt off. I knew what he looked like shirtless; there were pictures online, but he had never taken his clothes off in front of me. His chest was dusted with blond hair that thinned into a trail over his chiseled abdomen and disappeared under his pants. I went over to the bed, letting my heels fall onto the floor as I crawled on. I sat, watching him as he freed his cock and jerked it up and down in his hand. It was massive, rock solid and shiny with precum right at the tip. He came up to me on the bed, kissing me roughly and tugging my panties off.
"Get on your stomach," he instructed. I turned, lying face down on the bed. He slapped my ass, leaving a slight sting. He climbed onto the bed between my legs, grabbing my hips and pulling them up so my ass was in the air. He entered me in one smooth, hard thrust. I gasped, fisting the bedcover. Grunting, he withdrew then sunk into me. I felt him deep, my lips stretching around his considerable girth. He palmed my ass, fucking me hard and fast.
I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip. Davis was no slouch in the bedroom, he never left me wanting more, but Jason was... it was different with him. Whatever it was between us was more raw, angrier, and more powerful. He made me impulsive and needy. When I craved him, I felt like I'd explode if he didn't give me what I wanted. Sparks flew when I was with Davis, but Jason set me on fire.
I moaned shamelessly, not caring who heard us. I should have known that I wouldn't have been able to resist him if we ever saw each other again. His weight on my body, his hardness, and girth inside me sent pleasure pulsing through my body. His hands would leave marks, he was holding me so tight. He gripped my ass, parting my cheeks. I squealed, feeling him tease my rosebud, already sure that I was going to burst.
I slid a hand under me between my legs. I massaged my clitoris, and that was all it took. I muffled my scream and shocks took over my body. My whole body clenched, then I felt the delicious sensation of release. Jason swore and grunted, pulling out of me and spilling his load onto my lower back. I lay on the bed, catching my breath. He rolled off of me, onto his back on the bed.
His eyes were closed, and he panted slightly. His dick was softening between his legs, and his whole body had lost the tenseness it had had before. I remembered what I had said to him in the control room a year ago and felt like an idiot. Why had I been so bent on never letting him touch me again? I hadn't really gone back on my word though if I had said what I had said thinking I'd never see him again. I could never have seen myself naked with him, in a hotel room no less, after leaving the night of the Christmas party a year ago. Right when I thought things would finally calm down and I could catch up to all the changes, he had shown up and turned everything upside down again. I got up silently, grabbing my panties and going to the bathroom.
I cleaned up quickly under the shower and checked my makeup. My lipstick was history, but I could worry about touching up later. I needed to get back to work. Some lunch date this had been. I put my panties on and came out of the bathroom; he was still on the bed, sitting up. He hadn't stripped completely during the sex, so he was still half dressed. His hair was a little messed up, but he didn't look like he had just had a dirty quickie with a former co-worker; only I did. I picked my blouse off the floor and slipped it back on, doing my best to smooth the wrinkles out.
"You're leaving?" he asked. I pulled my skirt up to my hips, zipping it up.
"Yes," I said shortly. "I have to get back to work."
"Have lunch with me."
"I can't. I'm already going to get back to the station late at this rate," I said, slipping back into my shoes. I scanned the room for my purse. It was on the long desk near the window. I walked over to get it.
"Is Davis your son's dad?" he asked. I jumped, hearing him so close to me. He had moved from the bed. I would have to get around him to get to the door.
"Jason, I have to leave."
"Tell me. Is Davis your son's dad?"
"That's none of your business," I spat. I tried to move, but he got in my way. "Jason!"
"It's a simple question, Shel. Tell me."
"Who I fuck is none of your business."
"I don't care who you fuck. I care if your son is my kid."
I sighed, exasperated. He wasn't going to let it go. I could have just said it. Just told him. That would have made him get out of my way, but I didn't want to. I didn't bring people around my son who I didn't trust. Jason was one of those people. He was disrespectful and demanding already; I didn't want to expose my son to that. People had kids all the time, on purpose, by accident, but having a kid didn't necessarily make you a parent.
"Fine," I said, giving up, leaning against the desk behind me. "I had a baby. He was born here in L.A. I got pregnant after quitting WRTC."
"Is he mine?"
"No," I said, narrowing my eyes. "He's mine." I shoved past him, and he let me pass.
"Shelby—"
"I thought you didn't care who I fucked," I said, turning to face him. His jaw worked, and his shoulders were tense again.
"Then tell me the truth."
"The details of mine and my baby's life are my business."
"What do you have to hide?" he asked. My hand was on the doorknob. I looked at him from across the room. Hooking up with him a year ago, I had walked out of the control room ready to forget that he ever existed, that we had ever met. Was this the guy I wanted to be a father to my child? No, not by a long shot.
"Goodbye, Jason." I opened the door and walked out of the room.