Chapter 14

Kendra

It had been a long week, and I was glad that it was finally coming to a close. And it wasn’t the work that had made it so long and arduous either. On the contrary, the job had actually been a highlight. I was worried at first that I wasn’t going to be a good fit for such a job, especially after the couple on the first day. But as the week progressed, I found myself warming up to the products and clientele both.

No, what had made the week so long and drawn out was Grant. Or more specifically, thoughts of Grant. As I hadn’t seen or heard from him since Monday, thoughts were all that I had. I dreamed of him almost every night and found myself daydreaming about him at random moments every day.

I didn’t want to, of course. I would have been happier if I was able to just forget about him and move on. But I couldn’t. Every time I thought I was getting past him, something would happen, and I’d be dragged back to images of him. His gorgeous face, that smile, and those eyes. Or his perfect body, so toned and taught. Or his cock.

The butt plug incident had pushed me over the edge. Up until that moment, I thought I had a handle on him. I thought I knew what he was about and how to, dare I say, control him. How wrong I was.

What was worse was how much the whole thing turned me on, too. The way he inserted the plug into me and then left on a date with Loren should have made me furious. But for some reason, it didn’t. By the time I got home, my car seat was soaking wet from how horny I was, and I instantly went to my room and used the dildo on myself with thoughts of Grant. I left the plug in for hours longer than I had to. I just couldn’t bring myself to take it out.

In short, I was obsessed. The only consolation I had was how much better I was getting at my job. I had even managed to deal with a couple very similar to the first one without feeling uncomfortable or weirded out. But that was a very small consolation.

As the week rolled on, I found myself constantly wondering where Grant was and why he hadn’t come into the store. Was he mad at me? Was he over me? I felt like an obsessed school girl. And then Friday came.

I had just come back from my lunch break when Brody approached me. “Kendra, Mr. Marcus is here and wants to see you,” he said.

“What? How long has he been waiting? Where is he?” My face suddenly flushed red. My first thought was of my lunch and how I wished I hadn’t eaten so much. My second thought was about my panties and hoping that I had the right ones on.

“He’s in the VIP room. He said to send you right in.” I was about to ask Brody if there was anything else, but at that moment, a customer called him over, and he darted off.

Composing myself, I quickly made my way to the VIP section, not wanting to keep Grant waiting any longer than I had to. I knew how he got when I kept him waiting.

“Lock the door,” his voice rang out as I entered the room. I obeyed without question.

The room was dark, much more than usual. I noticed that only one of the four booths had their light turned on. I instinctively walked into it, only for it to be empty.

“I’m in this one,” he called out from the adjacent booth.

Surprised, I walked into the booth where his voice was coming from. Grant sat on the bench, shrouded in darkness. He was dressed in his usual classy manner, a gray suit with a white shirt. And, as always, he looked incredibly sexy. The darkness seemed to only add to his mystique. It was alluring and annoyingly sexual.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. I didn’t need him knowing that just seeing him made me weak at the knees.

“I came here to apologize,” he said simply.

“Apologize?” I asked, unable to keep the surprise from my voice. That was honestly the last thing I expected.

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he joked. “The butt plug that I made you wear. It may have been... slightly harsh. I hope that you haven’t been holding it against me.”

I tried to read his voice, looking for signs of insincerity. But there were none. That only served to confuse me further.

“I... I didn’t expect that from you,” I said truthfully.

“What? An apology?”

“Yes.”

“Here.” He reached forward, his hand wrapping around my waist. As it did, he pulled me into him, and I willingly let him, falling onto his lap. “I need you to know that I do actually care about you, Kendra, despite how I may act sometimes. I need you to know that.”

“I do.” Well, after he told me that, I did. I looked into his eyes as he told me that, seeing the truth of it behind them. There was something different about them, something that wasn’t there before.

“Good.” Then, without warning, he reached up and touched me under the chin, indicating that I should lean in closer. I did, and as I did he leaned up too, kissing me on the lips.

It was the first time we had kissed since high school. But it was different from what I remembered. There was a passion behind this kiss. A purpose. It felt like he was trying to make a point. Like he was trying to mark me as his own. And if that was what he was doing, then I was totally fine with it.

“I want to see you later,” he said as he pulled his lips from mine.

“Later? Aren’t you going to see Loren later?” I regretted it the moment I said it. I knew his temper. I knew what he was like. Such a comment might revert him back to his old self.

“Would that be a problem?”

“Well, honestly, yes.” Even more so now than before. Now that he had told me how he felt, that he cared. I could feel my stomach twist into knots at the thought of him with Loren.

“Tell me,” he said with a grin. “How did you like the butt plug? And be honest.”

I looked away in embarrassment, feeling my cheeks flush again. “Honestly? I really liked it. When I got home I... when I got home I left it in as I played with myself. Thinking of you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said seriously. “You may worry about Loren, but I would never do anything like that with her.” As he spoke, I could feel him getting hard beneath his pants. He wasn’t trying to hide it. He moved his leg, positioning himself so his hard, throbbing dick pressed itself against my leg.

“What’s that?” I asked, smirking.

“It’s a present for you and you alone,” he said as he reached down, grabbing the outside of it through his pants. “Something Loren will never have.”

“Really?” I said, knocking his hand away as I wrapped my own hand around it. As I did, I felt it get even harder, pulsating in my grip. It was even thicker than I remembered.

“Only you can turn me on this much,” he whispered, breathing in my ear. His breath was hot, sending a shiver up my spine. I squeezed down harder on his cock, relishing the way it quivered in my grip. He grabbed my hand, pulling it from his member. “You’re going to have to save that for later. I have a meeting I have to get to.”

As if I hadn’t just been rubbing his hard dick, and as if he hadn’t just confessed his feelings for me, he suddenly stood up, readjusting himself.

“You’re going?” I asked, trying my best to not sound upset, but failing miserably.

“I am. But don’t worry. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Until then, think of me.” With that, he exited the booth. And a second later, I heard the door unlocking as he stepped out, leaving me alone.

As I sat there in the VIP booth, I had no idea how to feel. Sure, I was thrilled over what had just happened and what he had just told me. He had feelings for me, actual feelings. It was more than I could have dreamed. And yet, based on past experiences, I didn’t know if I could trust him. He had tricked me before, and for all I knew, he was doing it again. I wanted to believe that what he said was true, but I didn’t want to open myself up to be hurt.

Just like that, I realized what it must have been like for him in high school when I dumped him. Loving someone only to have them crush you. I just hoped that he wasn’t going to do the same to me.