Page 2 of If I See You Again
His face fell as he lifted his glass tumbler. The ice clinked against the sides as the amber liquid sloshed as he took a slow swallow. “It can’t be that bad.”
“It can andisthat bad, actually.”
David sat back in his chair, drink still in his hand, as he kept studying me. My skin crawled as he continued to pick me apart with his eyes. Those pale blue orbs bounced from my face to my chest and back again.
“Forgive me if I’m stepping out of line, but you don’t look like someone who has difficulties with anyone.”
I laughed. He wasn’t wrong. Prior to Marcus becoming so sick, he and I had been praised for our looks. I hated how shallow some people could be. I wanted someone who wanted me for more than that. Maybe that was why I was so upfront about what I’d done for my brother… even if it hadn’t saved him in the end. I was so much more than a pretty face.
“Talk to me long enough and you’ll figure it out,” I deadpanned.
A smile tugged at David’s lips as he took another sip of his drink before setting it on the table in front of him.
“So tell me about yourself. What’s your name? What do you do for a living?”
Well, shit. Was I on a date with him now? This sure as hell beat being stood up, but he was being awfully presumptuous of my sexuality. It wasn’t an issue, and maybe he could sense that. I wasn’t hiding the way my eyes kept trailing along his body in that gorgeous suit. He filled it out perfectly, biceps bulging in the sleeves and a waist that tapered down into his slacks. I’d bet good money that he was rocking a cut set of abs under that pressed baby-blue shirt that made his eyes pop just right. Oh… this guy was good. He knew what he was doing and how to dress the part.
The longer I sat there looking at him, I had to force myself to remember that he’d asked me a question.
“Malcolm. Malcolm Fisher. I, uh, I work in advertising.”
He nodded, that smile still tugging at those tempting lips. And yes, they wereverytempting. I hadn’t wanted to jump into bed with anyone for the longest time. It was hard when I couldn’t even get to the first date, and I didn’t do the whole hookup thing. I wanted to get to know someone first. Was that such a terrible thing?
Chapter 2
David
The hotel room door slammed closed behind us as we grappled to pull the shirts from our backs. I hadn’t intended to pick up anyone when I’d gone out today, but after a rotten day listening to shitty presentations about my business, I’d needed the distraction. What better way to do it than with a tall, dark, and handsome?
And Malcolm was fucking gorgeous. That hadn’t been the only thing that had drawn me to him. He’d been fidgety, nervous like he’d been afraid to talk to me. I’d caught the way he couldn’t stop staring after I’d addressed him. He was interested, and I knew then and there that I needed to make a move. A move that was made all that much easier since he’d just been stood up.
Was I interested in that entire story? A little, but I was more interested in getting him naked. I wanted someone under me. Someone who moaned my name as I drove them to the brink of pleasure and back again. A relationship wasn’t in the cards, especially when I wouldn’t hang around.
My fingers threaded through his thick brown hair, gripping it, before angling his head to the side to suck at the skin of his neck.A rumble vibrated below my lips as he moaned. I trailed kisses across his throat as my fingers maneuvered to undo button after button.
His chest was lean, with a small smattering of hair between his pecs, and as my fingers and eyes drifted lower, they snagged on a scar to the right of his belly button.
I trailed a finger along the line, making him shiver. A soft exhale of air passed between his lips as he closed his eyes.
“What is this?”
He huffed a laugh.
“The deal breaker.”
My brow furrowed, but I didn’t stop, my hands reaching for his pants and sliding to undo his belt and fly. He gasped as I kept going.
“What do you mean, it’sthe deal breaker?”
He bit his lip and shook his head, opening those luminous green eyes that had drawn me in from across the restaurant. “It’s why so many people don’t show. I promise it’s nothing that will harm you, but maybe I just want this. Can we just do this and talk about it later?”
It felt off, almost like it wasn’t something he was used to hiding. Hell, if that was why he’d been stood up so many times, maybe he had a reason to be reluctant to tell me.
There were no more words or questions. We weren’t really here to get to know each other. This was about sex.
I shoved Malcolm’s pants down his legs and pushed him back toward the bed. He blinked up at me as he rested on his elbows. It didn’t take long to remove my shirt the rest of the way. He’d done a decent job at undoing it, but the tie had been a barrier, and once that was over my head, the light material of the button-down slid from my shoulders.
My eyes snapped to the motion of his hand dipping between his legs, gripping his cock as he stroked himself through hisunderwear. He liked watching me undress, and it made the heat swirl low in my gut to know I had that power over him. We’d both been having terrible days, and this was how we were turning it around.
