Page 42 of Wildflower
It’ll be fun but underwhelming. She’s nothing special.
It was only a physical thing last time, and I’ll get her out of my head after tonight.
Easy.
The door creaks behind me, and a subtle waft of some kind of flower hits my nose. It’s her.
How do I know her perfume so well already?
“In here, love,” the hostess says gently. “Follow the velvet rope along the wall here, can you feel it?” the hostess asks Alice just as she did me ten excruciating minutes ago.
“Yes,” a small voice answers.
“Alice,” I whisper, reaching out.
“Robin,” she answers from my right, and my handfinds her arm. I cup her warm elbow in my hand. “This is pretty intense,” she adds, and I’m not sure if she means my touch or this place.
The feel of her skin on mine is just as I imagined.
Just as I feared.
It’s everything.
I pull her to me and inhale.
“Are you trying to smell my hair?”
“It’s all about the senses tonight,” I murmur as I glide my nose down the side of her head to her neck and breathe in deeply. “And you smell so fucking good.”
Her pulse beats against my lips on her delicate neck, and she huffs. Sounding nervous.
I need to reel it in.
“Sorry, Alice, got a bit carried away there.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers, and I hope she means it.
“Let’s follow this rope as they instructed and see where it leads us,” I say, feeling my way up the wall to locate the rope in question. “Here it is.” It’s velvety and heavy, hung on the wall around waist height. “Are you there?” I ask.
Alice’s hand finds mine, and I hold it tight as I guide us through this midnight maze.
“This is wild,” she whispers. We don’t have to be quiet, but I can understand why she feels like it. I can’t see anything at all. I’ve never experienced this kind of darkness.
“What can you smell?” I ask, close to a whisper as well.
Aiden was right about the heightened senses. My nerves are standing on end, my ears are prickling, and all I can hear, all I sense isAlice,and the need to surround myself in her completely is overwhelming. I stop our slow walk and pull her close to me. My hands find her arms. Her skin is soft.
She puts her face into my chest. “Mmm, you have this manly scent. Just the right amount of cologne. You smell likeclean cotton, and maybe cedarwood? Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating.” She hums. “And strangely familiar?”
“I know what you mean. You smell like home,” I say, sniffing her hair with exaggeration, and she giggles.
What the hell am I saying?
I’m not here to feel at home.
I’m here to get her out of my system. To stop her from being a distraction.
I pull back and adjust my growing cock into a more comfortable position with one hand (pleased she can’t see), holding her hand in the other, finding it hard to let go.
