Page 59 of Character Flaws
Chapter Twenty-Two
Theo
Getting drilled – by a fist
Everything that could go wrong is since the moment I stepped into the theater this morning.
Considering what a great night I had last night with Joey, you’d think I’d be in the best mood ever and nothing could get me down. All the sweaty, naked sex on every hard surface imaginable.
I should be one mellow fellow.
I walk back into the small office in the back – which is really just a converted supply closet without windows – and it’s hotter than hell.
Birdie sits with her back to me, furiously typing something in her computer. She’s wearing a tank top, blonde hair piled up in a messy bun, a sweater draped across the chair back.
“G’morning,” I mumble, picking up a pile of mail, most of which goes to the producer of the show.
She whips her head around and the scowl that was there turns into a sultry smile. I swear she licks her lips.
Oh shit. I’ve been able to hold off her advances over the course of the last two weeks. She’s been good about respecting our boundaries. But maybe she’s like a shark and can smell the scent of sex on me, even though I just showered all the remaining sex smell off my body this morning. What a sad start of the day.
“Good morning, handsome,” she practically oozes.
I’m caught off guard when she reaches out and takes hold of my wrist. I jerk away from the intimacy of the touch in these small confines of a room.
“Whoa, someone’s jumpy this morning. Too much coffee or not enough?” she tries to joke, but it makes me uneasy and fidgety.
I try to laugh. “Not enough yet. Did Maggie put on a pot this morning?”
Birdie has all but stopped what she was doing and turns in her seat so that out of the corner of my eye, I can see the tanned flesh of her long, stickpin legs. She rolls a hand down her thigh, then reaches around behind her calves.
I ignore the weird signals she’s giving me. Has she always been this overt or am I just now picking up on it because I have sex on the brain? I’ve had no interest in Birdie since I met her. She’s much too much woman for me. I fear she’s one of those women who are dominatrix’s and likes to chain up her lovers and whip them into submission with those floggers.
I internally shudder at the imagine. Definitely not a scene in my playbook.
Her voice is low and raspy, coming from right behind me. My head was bent as I review the stack of mail and then I feel her body pressed up against mine. I remain facing the other direction, but turn my head, as our noses practically touch.
She’s right there.
And then I feel her long, tapered fingers with the claw-like nails sliding over my ass, and then they reach around to my…
I chuckle, dropping the mail onto the desk and carefully remove her hands from my hips and pelvis. Jesus, she’s a barracuda.
“Whoa there. I thought we talked about this?”
Didn’t we? Didn’t I make it clear with her from the start that this wouldn’t happen between us?
She groans, hands come back to my waist and I spin around to face her, placing my hand out to provide some distance.
Birdie takes it all in stride, waving a hand between us.
“Oh come on, Mr. Prude. What’s wrong with a quickie before we start the day? I’m sure you’re just as stressed as I am. Sex would do us good. Let off some steam. Plus, I’m horny.”
She tries again to once make a move, her bottom lip pouting as I slip past her toward the door.
I should be more forthcoming with her. Tell her I’m with someone else. But I don’t because she’ll press for answers. It would drive Birdie crazy not knowing who I’m fucking. And there is no way I want anyone to know it’s Joey.
“Birdie, I need a clear mind. First, I need coffee. But you know how tensions get between us. Sex is not going to be the answer. Okay? I thought we agreed on this topic? Not a good idea.”
