Page 11 of Where the Dark Knelt
“Done!” he agreed.
“One more thing, I share an apartment with two other girls. We need to think about where it will happen between us. You can’t just turn up here. I don’t want you here when they are home.” I waited for his reply.
“Deal, I have my own place, and I don’t share, so you might feel better here in that case.”
Therewas an awkward silence as I thought about what to say next, as I had exhausted my list. I cringed as I said it but sounded confident. “Okay, your address?”
I could hear the excitement in his voiceat the prospect of me getting over there soon. “It’s on its way.” My cell beeped with a text alert. Sure enough his home address andzipcodewere on there. “You’re coming over now? He sounded excited.
This wasn’t my intention when I asked for it, but I really wanted to see him again.Shit, I should just go before I chicken out.
Iheard myself say, “Make yourself pretty, I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” and hung up.
Iclutched my cell and sat trembling. My palms were sweating, and I was in denial that I had just agreed to it. I gave myself a pep talk. I was fed up with being a good girl. Therefore, my mind was made up,I wasdoing this.
Iconvinced myself that this would be reckless, but fun. Alfie was a hot guy who turned me on and if it felt horrible, the arrangement could be scrapped. I wanted to find out if I could really go through with this.
I took the fastest shower on record, pleased with myself that I had shaved this morning. All the while still muttering to myself that I couldn’t believe I was going through with it.
I quickly picked out ablue satin and lace underwear set, the cut of them was square like boy shorts, but they showed a little of my ass cheeks, and the bra held my breast cleavage to perfection.
I stared at myself in the mirror.Dear God, what have I just signed up for?I pulled on a little purple dress that hugged my figure beautifully, accentuating my curves. It looked tailored, and the hem ended mid-thigh.
Brushing my hair, I pulled it to the side in a low ponytail halfway down the length of it, making a mental note to free it when I got there.
Ihad left details of where I was going in my drawer in case for some reason the girls couldn’t find me, or he kidnapped me. I knew this was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking that straight. A flood of doubt began to creep over me. Yet still, I felt compelled to go through with it.
Driving to his address, the neighborhood he lived in wasn’t what I expected at all. It was a family subdivision, with a gazebo and a fountain near the entrance.
There weresome yellow colored lights in the tropical plants around a beautiful lake. It gave the place a welcoming feel. The houses were all single family residences, and it looked very well kept by the residents.
Pulling up outside his house, I was confused. The area screamed middle-class, American suburbia, not at all in keeping with his image. I was surprised to find him living in a house and not an apartment like most guys his age.
It seemed strange that he lived somewhere like this alone. I checked again that the satellite navigation had brought me to the right address. My fingers trembled as I reached for the key to kill the ignition after I confirmed that this was the correct place.
Looking out from the dark interior of my car, I could see warm lights glowing in his sitting room window. He stood up and walked across the room inside, playing his guitar, and now that I was here, I felt scared.
My heart thumped in my chest, and my mouth went so, so dry as the adrenaline rush came at me like a tidal wave. I could hear blood swishing in my ears. It was kind of flowing in time to my rapid heartbeat.
Pushing myself out of the car, I hesitated and almost wigged out. I was about to climb back in when just at that moment, he looked up and noticed me through the window.
He headed to the door and when I saw him looking at me, I knew it was too late to back out. He swung the door open. “Fantastic, you found me.”
As soon asI laid eyes on him again, there was no question in my mind about backing out. I pasted on a smile to hide the half frightened, half thrilled feelings I fought with.
Alfie looked even more beautiful than he had thatmorning.He was casually dressed in a navy-blue T-shirt that hugged the contours of his torso with promises of a hard, toned body underneath.
Faded jeans, that were looser than the tight skinny ones he’d been wearing that morning, were hanging low on his hips with a button fly, and his feet were bare. He had damp hair from the shower he’d obviously just taken. I could smell his bodywash, and his stunningly handsome face seemed clean shaven.
Smelling so clean and fresh, Alfie’s scent was almost overwhelmingly seductive. The urge to grab his T-shirt, pull it to my face and inhale him was almost too tempting.
Slowly he gave me a panty-melting smile, his dimple showing, and although panties didn’t exactly melt, the material between my legs became saturated. I had the most amazing attack of butterflies, and Alfie hadn’t even touched me yet.
Closing the door, Alfie placed his palms on my upper arms and stilled me. The rush of chemistry from that little action between us at that moment was undeniable.
Hazel eyes turning green roamed up and down the length of me as Alfie checked me out. They twinkled in the low light of the room—his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were darker, the green hue in them brighter now.
“Damn, Lily, you are even more beautiful than you were this morning. I can’t believe you’re here,” he told me, smiling widely, his husky voice slightly cracked.
