Page 36 of Stuck-Up Big Shot
I paceback and forth in my apartment feeling like a caged lion, predatory and confined, needing to expel the energy and escape. Ready to pounce and tear something apart.
But I don’t have anywhere to go.
I know where I’d like to go, but I’m sure she never wants to see me again considering my tirade this afternoon. Honestly, if I’d been in Sutton’s shoes, I would have flat out punched me in the balls.
Fuck, I was a complete and utter asshole to her.
And how did she respond to my bullying behavior?
Just like she does everything—with compassion and grace.
Now that I know who she is and how we’re connected, I want to know everything about her. I want to know what prompted her to end her relationship with Melodie. What was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back? Was there an incident I’m not aware of?
The sad truth is that I have no one else to talk to about it. Sutton is the only person on the planet who I can share this with.
Scrambling from my couch, I throw on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, grab the closest bottle of wine, and head out my door, unconcerned that it’s after ten p.m. The thought alone should have me turning around and returning to my apartment, but it only propels me forward until I’m rapping on her door with my knuckles.
I’ve woken the dog up, as evidenced by the high-pitched bark coming from the other side of the door. Lowering my head, I stare at the ground in front of me as I hear the padding of Sutton’s feet across the wood floor and the clicks and clacks of the unlatching of the locks.
“Miles, it’s late,” she says in greeting. But it’s a bit stilted instead of her usual chirpy, cheerful hello that I suddenly miss like a limb.
I hadn’t realized how much she’s affected me over the last few weeks of bumping into her at every turn. Or maybe it’s more than that—a powerful pull from our past, a subconscious spasm of my heartstrings—something I didn’t realize contributed to my need for Sutton.
I give her my most charming smile. The one I know has a way of gaining forgiveness from females and one I’ve shamelessly used various times throughout my life, and the one that I hope grants me an invitation into Graham and Soraya’s apartment.
“I come bearing gifts, Button. A peace offering, if you will.” I dangle the bottle of wine in front of me through the crack she’s left in the doorway.
She plucks it from my hand, peruses the label, and then says, “Thanks,” and closes the door in my face.
“W-wait a minute!” I stammer breathlessly. “It’s for us to share.”
Sutton opens the door again, and this time, I notice her lips twisted in a wicked and playful smirk.
“You little tease.”
Her eyes dance with mischief, and she widens the door to invite me in. As I walk into the room, warmly lit with the scent of a candle burning, it fills the space with a sensual fragrant scent of coconut or vanilla. Or maybe that’s all Sutton.
She pads into the kitchen, reaching on tiptoes to pull two wine glasses down from the cupboard. Her shorts rise with the movement, giving me a peek of her ass.
Damn it. You did not come over tonight for that, I remind myself, taking a seat on the couch and leaving plenty of room for her to sit.
Sutton’s allure is tantalizingly innocent. She doesn’t know how tempting and sexy she is without even trying. There’s natural confidence infused in her beauty, a rare elegance, and depth that has me itching to peel back the many layers of perfection to find out how dirty she might just be underneath the angelic exterior.
I lean my elbows on my thighs, steepling my fingers in front of me to ensure I keep them to myself and not touch the alluring girl in the room.
When she returns, she sets down the glasses on the coffee table and hands me the wine opener.
“Do you mind opening it? I’m terrible at it. I can never get the entire cork out.”
I chuckle and accept the corkscrew, placing the bottle between my legs and going through the motions as I feel the watchful gaze of Sutton as she stands above me.
“There you go.” I hand the bottle back to her and set the cork and opener on the table, waiting while she pours the wine.
Handing me a glass, she lifts hers to her nose. “Mmm. It smells expensive.”
“I’d hope so. It cost me a pretty penny.”
Swirling the red wine around in the glass to let it breathe, I turn to see Sutton take a giant swig before licking her full lips in a seductive move that has my cock swelling to almost painful proportions. Now I’m imagining her wine-stained lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me deep just like she swallowed that first drink of her wine. As if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
