Page 36 of Johny B

Whoa! Where the hell did that come from? I never said I was a soldier boy, but at this moment in time, I ain’t going to correct her assumption, it might jeopardize me getting into the building.

“Bless you, darlin’” Once she’s keyed in the code and the lock disengages, I grab a hold of the door, opening it for her like a true gentleman, and follow her into the building.

She stumbles again, and I quickly slide my arm around her waist to support her.

“Whoops,” she giggles. “Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last dirty martini!”

“Maybe, but did you have a fun night?” I ask, looking down at her as she clings to me to keep her stability.

“Oh yeah. I swiped right, and for once the guy was as hot as his profile picture, but I don’t put out on the first date. I don’t even give head, so if he’s truly interested in me, then he’ll ask me out on another date. If not, he was only after sex, and I’m looking for more than a fuck buddy.”

TMI, but who am I to judge, with my illicit past? For once, I’m not sure how to respond, so I just go with, “Do you need help to get to your apartment?”

“No, I’m good. I’m only here,” she points to a door a few feet down the corridor. “Kind of you to offer, but no need.”

“Well, you take care of yourself, and make sure you get some water down you. Maybe have a couple of Advil handy for when the headache kicks in.”

“I will.” She lets go of me, wobbles, but then straightens her back, standing tall and heads towards her apartment. “Now gosee your sister,” she shouts over her shoulder with a wave. “Good luck to you.”

I hold back until I see that she’s safely entered her home. The door shuts and I hear the sound of the lock falling into place. It’s then I find the stairs, taking them two at a time, following the signs to the number of Scarlett’s apartment. When I get to the second floor, my confidence wains, my stomach is in knots. The fear of rejection real, but my need to see her, to reassure her and admit that I fucked up, has me stepping up to her door.

I have to take this chance to turn this around and win her back.

I suck in a deep breath before rapping my knuckles against the wooden door. On getting no response, I go in harder, so much so that the door rattles within the frame. It takes yet another attempt before I hear the muted sound of movement from inside.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” The sound of metal-on-metal sliding and the click of the latch has my nerves once again jangling, but I suck it up.

“Where’s the fire…” she mumbles, cracking open the door. It’s enough for me to catch a glimpse of her, causing my heart to flip a beat or two. Scarlett is standing right in front of me, looking so fucking cute. My cock, already semi-hard at the thought of seeing her, is now hard and unashamedly pushing against my jeans.

Everything about her is fucking beautiful, from her flaming-red, bed-hair, to her pouty mouth at being woken before her time. A mask of both confusion and fear veils her face but soon disburses as she takes in my altered appearance.

“JB!” she gasps when she realizes it’s me standing at her door, and not one of her neighbors. It kinda gives me a thrill that it’s only taken a beat for her to recognize me despite my dramatic transformation. “What the hell are you doing here?”She pulls the door fully open, takes a step forward and looks left, then right, checking out the hallway. I’m not sure if it’s to see if I have anyone with me, or to check that none of the neighbors are witnessing her late-night visitor, being it such an ungodly hour. Especially one with a buzz cut and neck tattoos.

The way she rubs sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand causes the nipples of her round, firm breasts to push against the cotton of the tiny tank top she’s wearing. The matching shorts are well short, and I just know that her perfect little ass cheeks will be peeking out from the bottom of the hem at the back. Sweet, ripe, and perfect for my mouth.

“How did you find me?”

“If you don’t mind, so as not to get anyone in the shit, I’ll plead the fifth on that.” I take a step closer so my foot breaches the threshold. “I needed to see you.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“But I do, and I ain’t leaving until you hear me out.”

“I don’t want to listen to your lame excuses, JB. Leave.” When she pushes against the door to try to close it in my face, I push back, laying my palm against the top of the door and my boot firmly at the bottom, blocking her attempts to push me away.

“Like I said. Not happening.” I lean in, placing my face closer to hers. Fresh linen, vanilla and the memory of warm cozy sheets fill my senses. I want to sweep her off her feet and take her back to bed, but this time, I’ll be there, too, and taking her lush body in every way possible. I drag my mind back to the task at hand.

“I could make a scene right here in the hallway. Wake up all your neighbors. But I’m sure you’d prefer that not to happen.” I lay on my cockiest of smirks before leaning in even closer, my head aside hers so I can whisper into her ear. “Let me in, Scarlett,” I purposely let my lips brush against the shell with the lightest of touch. I take advantage of the situation and breathein more of her natural perfume, and fuck, if my cock was hard before, now it’s steel. Her body reacts, too. Short, sharp breaths fall from her lips. Tiny beads of perspiration pop up on her top lip. Her head unceremoniously tilting to one side, offering me her slender neck, yet I don’t even think she knows that she’s doing it.

I want nothing more than to place my mouth against her delicate, heated skin. Kiss and suck her tender flesh. But if I do, I know that I won’t be able to stop. That could set me up for a fall, because going all in, taking what I need from her now, could ruin any chance I have of making this right. Making her mine. That would kill me.

“Come on Scarlett, let me in. Hear me out, at least give me that.”

A long shaky sigh leaves her, and for a few seconds, I think she’s going to reject me. So when she turns and walks further into her apartment, leaving the door wide open, with me still lingering, I drag in a huge breath of air, relieved that at least I’m getting my chance. I just hope to fuck I don’t crash and burn.

I follow her inside. The narrow hallway opens up into an open-plan living area. It’s all clean lines and predominantly white with minimal furniture to one side, couch, tv, side table with a modern lamp; what you’d expect to see. On the other side is the kitchen area. High-gloss, white cupboard doors, and brushed silver appliances. The two zones separated by a long, dark slate countertop with two high stools tucked up close. Against the far wall, under a large picture window, is a desk that has papers and open books covering the surface, and a high-backed swivel chair. The mess on the top is in total contrast against the neatness of the rest of the place, which makes me think that her working day spills over into her downtime. The stark white of the room is warmed with a rich gold and red fabrics, and wall art.

Everything is spotless, from what I can see and, except for her workspace, perfectly orderly.

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