AN; don't forget to comment.! Like? Love? Dislike? Confused? Sorry for the wait so I added a picture that gets the blood flowing ;) can you honestly say that does nothing to you? Liar....

I wake up and there's a faint glow to the room but not direct sunlight. 'Mmm I love west facing rooms.....but my room doesn't look like this.....'
That's when I feel movement but my body is completely still. I jump up and fall out of the bed because I'm tangled in the sheets. I kick them off and face the man on the bed.

"What the hel- WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!?" I cover up my boobs and look at a smirking, bare chested Mr. M.

"Right where you threw them." He gestures to the corner of the room and there they were.

I rush to my clothes and hastily put them back on. After that's done I turn to Mr. M, who's lounging against the headboard of the bed.

"Ummm...." I don't know what to say to the man. I shift uneasily on my feet because I really just want to run. I'm so embarrassed.
I remember throwing my clothes because I thought that I was in my room. And that warm heating pad turned out to be Mr. M himself, meaning that I rubbed my naked breasts and body all over him last night.

"Here, call your friend and tell him that you're alright. I didn't go through it, I promise." My gold clutch is in his hand. I quickly walk over to him and take it with me out of the room.

I sit on the couch for a second, then I open my bag and get out my phone. Upon looking at my screen I realize that 1) it's only 10 in the morning so Ross won't be up, but I'll still leave a message and 2) my phone lasted through the night and early morning.

After I left the message on Ross's voicemail, I just sat on the couch staring off into space. I'm pretty gutsy, all my friends say so- but I just can't face Mr. M.
Flashes of last night are starting and with each one I get more and more mortified at my behavior.

"I couldn't possibly have gotten that drunk off of six shots of fireball. Tipsy? Yes. But drunk off my ass? No. I haven't been that far gone since my first time drinking." I'm not even going to lie and say that I waited until I was 21 to start drinking.

"Of course it wasn't the fireball, it was the scotch you chugged too fast." Mr. M says from his post by the bedroom door, I knew he was there but I kind of hoped that he wouldn't speak.

"I didn't have any scotch." Hell I only took a sip once a year ago and I couldn't even handle that. No way could I take an entire drink and chug it no less.

"The taste on your tongue last night says otherwise." He moves from the door and sits on the tan couch next to me. He has on clothes and it looks like he took a shower. How long have I been sitting out here?
'Ohmygod- the DANCE!'

I have no idea why we're calling it dancing. We were basically grinding on the dance floor and sucking major face. On top of that, we then we spent a night cuddling in bed damn near naked. I'm blushing hardcore.

Then, it clicks out of no where how I unknowingly drank scotch.

"That bitch." I pack so much anger into my voice that Mr. M looks uncomfortable for a second.

"Who are we talking about now?" He genuinely looks confused.

"Robert. The bitch poured his scotch into my drink last night, that's why the damn thing tasted so awful. I would've known immediately had it not had the fireball shots mixed in."

Mr. M nods his head in agreement but doesn't say anything. He's a smart man.

I realize that I can't take my anger out on Mr. M so I store anger for a later time and think about the present. Today is Sunday and I have no idea what Mr. M would like to do, I'm still his weekend companion after all.

"Is there anything specific you want to do today?"

"Actually there is something I'd like, do you know of any bookstores around here?"

"YES!" I startled him a bit with my intensity so I calmed down before continuing. "I know of a couple of bookstores in the area. What exactly are you looking for?"

"A friend of mine just got his book published and I promised him that I'd buy a copy."

"I know just the one for you." With that I stood up and marched towards the door. Then I realized that I am wearing yesterdays clothes and I'm not wearing shoes. 'Where are my shoes?' I didn't know I said it out loud but then Mr. M answered my question.

"Your shoes are in my car, you took them off and refused to put them back on once we reached the hotel. You're very stubborn when drunk." He then looks off into the distance like he just remembered something and then his eyes focus on mine once again. "We can stop by your apartment on the way. Wouldn't you like to change out of those clothes before we go to the bookstore?"

He's right, I'm getting a creeping feeling that this man is normally right about most things. But I really don't want him to know where I live, on the other hand- I need a good shower. I feel dirty, like there's a layer of filth over my skin and it's bothering the hell out of me.

"Alright let's go to my apartment."

Mr. M shot off of the couch, ran into his room for his shoes, grabbed his keys, and was next to me before you could even say "two dollar holler" five times fast. I'm pretty sure he moved so fast so that I wouldn't have time to change my mind.

'Damn, I could've just given him the address of the bookstore and met him there. Oh well, now it's too late. I wonder what he'll think about it.'

~~~

Mr. M actually didn't seem at all put out by my small apartment. He sat on the couch and waited for me. After my shower I remembered my southern grandma's guest etiquette and it nagged at me to act properly.

I promptly wrapped myself up in my plush towel and asked Mr. M if he'd like anything to drink, then I listed the beverages in my fridge. He looked at me for a second before answering.

"One, I think it's a bit late to ask about drinks since I've been sitting here for thirty minutes. And two, I think it's inappropriate to approach your guest with nothing but a skimpy towel on." His voice was a bit gruff and I liked the sound.

"You're right about the drinks, but you've already seen what's underneath this towel." I edge my way over the where he's sitting. The look in his eyes makes me feel a bit frisky and hot.

"Yes I have. But you've made it clear that you don't view me in a sexual light. Well, the sober you doesn't." Mr. M's eyes are intense. He has that eagle eye vision thing going on again, he seems to be watching every move I make. I stand right in front of him and tilt my head ever so slightly.

"Where did 'sexual' come from? I was just pointing out the fact that you've seen my body already so me approaching you in a towel is nothing. It was a completely platonic statement." Of course then my dumb ass sits in the mans lap with my knees on either side of him, but then again he didn't push me off.

The rough fabric of his jeans against my exposed clit made me gasp and squirm. That must've started something in Mr. M because he suddenly grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me forward, his lips touch mine then I moan. He takes advantage of this and bites my lip before his tongue assaults mine. I don't know how long we stay like this but I can't take his jeans anymore, they're too rough- I want something softer rubbing against me.

I break the kiss and stand up. Mr. M follows me immediately but i push him back on the couch.

"Take off your pants." It's a demand. 'Did I just say that? Where is this going Phoebe?' Half of my brain is trying to be logical but 100% of my body wants this man.

"No." It's like cold water in my veins, shocking me into the real world. I have just been rejected. His eyes are darker and his breathing is heavier but the message is clear- 'I don't want you.'

"Right! Of course you should keep them on, I don't know what I was thinking. O-okay, I'm going to get dressed now." I scamper to my room and close the door. Then I plop on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

'What the hell was that? Even if he did take off his pants, I wouldn't know what to do after that! Utter stupidity on my part. But HE kissed ME!? I didn't imagine that. But it could've meant a lot of things- right? Uh! I need to get dressed.'

And so I did.

~~~

We didn't talk all the way to the bookstore. When he saw my outfit, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull, but he didn't say anything- the asshat.

Please remember that Phoebe is deep chocolate in complexion. I'm not hating on others but that's how she is in my head. Also she's curvier and bustier so add in a bit more to the cleavage. 😘

When reaching the bookstore we split up and he said that he'd find me later. It's been like an hour, so now I'm in the romance section crying silent tears.

It finally hit me that I was rejected, not once- but TWICE. Am I that ugly? Why do I even care? Maybe it was because I'm in the romance section and I can't arouse a guy with nothing but a towel on. Self pity and I are best friends in this moment.

Suddenly there's someone behind me and they're kissing my neck.

"GET. OFF. OF. ME." I growl at the person, I don't want to scream but I will if I have to. I have my elbow poised and ready to meet some ribs but then the person speaks.

"I can't." My body instantly relaxes when I realize that it's Mr. M. "I've been walking around for an hour trying to think of other things but I can't get you out of my head."

"What are you talking about, you don't even want me." He has me pressed up against the bookshelf eye to eye with a book that has roses all over it.

"Ohhh, that's where you're wrong." He then grabs my hips and pulls my butt back onto his erection. He starts nibbling on my ear and my legs feel wobbly. "I know what I said but I'm going to have to break my promise. Now, be a good girl and stay quiet, I don't want the woman in the next aisle to know what we're doing."

Before I can ask the question, I feel his fingers stroking my very thin panties. I bite back my moan of pleasure.

"Mmmm I like lace, it's so easy to rip through." Mr. M whispers in my ear. His chest is right up against my back and I can feel his body vibrating in pleasure even though he doesn't make any audible sounds.

Instead of ripping my lace underwear he moves it to the side and starts stroking my clit. I immediately try to buck him off but his arm that's wrapped around my waist keeps me still. It's so hard not to moan, I hate the woman in the next aisle with a passion.

I can feel myself heating up as he strokes me, soon his fingers are coated with my natural lubrication. Then he slides a finger near my entrance and I buck again.

"Sensitive. I like that." Mr. M purrs into my ear.

His arm around my waist forces me to keep still as he inserts a finger into my body, it slides up smoothly because I'm so ready for him. I can't help but gasp, nothing has ever been inside me like this before and I'm liking it.

I arch my back and swirl my hips around Mr. M's finger while he's slowly pumping it into my vagina. My breathing is harsh but I can't help that, Mr. M is also growling lowly and it's a major turn on. We stay like this, to me, for only a couple of seconds before Mr. M adds in another finger. I mewl lowly but I make no other sound. His fingers are big and they aren't taking it easy on me. There is no mercy, they start at my entrance and go until they can't go any farther. 'Does he know that I'm a virgin?' The thought randomly pops in my head but it's chased away by the sudden unsteadiness of my legs, I can feel my body starting to tense up but I have no idea why. There's a soft sound coming from our interaction and our we're breathing pretty loudly, but thankfully I haven't seen anyone walk past us yet.

"Cum for me." Mr. M purrs in my ear. He speeds his fingers up and rubs his thumb against my clit.

I start to buck against him again but his arm keeps me there to deal with his tormenting fingers. Suddenly I feel like I'm on the edge of something and I really start to grind my hips on Mr. M. I grab the sides of his jeans to pull him closer, even though we're as close as possible, and i throw my head back on his shoulder.

"Yessss." My voice is so gruff that it surprises me.

"Cum on my fingers baby."

And I do. My body freezes in shock, then his fingers slam home and I become undone. A deep moan erupts from my chest and I can't stop it.

I sag against Mr. M's chest, the only thing keeping me from sliding to the ground is his arm around my waist. We stand like that for only minutes before he removes his fingers and sucks them clean. I nearly convulse watching him. He removes the arm around my waist and I nearly fall but my legs hold at the last second.

Mr. M walks to the end of the aisle and holds out his hand to me. "Come."

I walk and pull him back to me. "Didn't I just do that?"

I wrap my arms around his neck and he leans down to kiss me deeply. We make out for a good minute before he breaks the kiss and tilts his head down to my ear.

"I'm not done with you yet." he whispers

I CAN'T go back and edit this chapter y'all. It already made me hot and I don't have a boyfriend at the moment so, if there are mistakes they are just going to have to stay where they are. Do you like the book so far? I need commentary because I'm feeling insecure in my writing and feedback always helps. Anyway- till next time! Stay thirsty my friends.