Meeting Mr. Sexy

Elizabeth's POV

"Isn't this movie great?" Eric laughs.

"Yea," I lie, crossing my legs and trying to find a comfortable spot on the couch. Truthfully, I haven't been paying attention. My mind is a whirlwind.

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since the phone sex incident and Mr. Sexy - named aptly due to that sexy as sin voice - hasn't called back. I shouldn't be disappointed...but I was! It's eating away at me. I don't even know his real name.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Eric asks, running a hand awkwardly down my back. Inwardly I cringe. "You've been really quiet tonight."

Giving him a weak smile I shrug. "I'm fine." I am not fine. Any normal person would have seen that, but Eric is in his own little world.

Eric grins, mollified. "Great!" Turning back to the movie he effectively shuts me out.

Frowning, I chastise myself for not coming over in a pair of sweats. The black dress I wore isn't exactly made for lounging around in. It hugs my body, stopping just above the knee, with a long line of black buttons running up the back and accenting the gentle curve of my spine.

According to Claire this dress was 'smokin'. Judging by my boyfriend's reaction - or lack thereof – it's been a huge waste of time.

I glance over at Eric, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Eric Williams has what one would call pretty boy looks, light blonde hair and full pink lips. His mouth reminds me too much of a girl's. And he's a horrible kisser. Just the absolute worse. Kissing Eric is like having my face go to war with a fish and losing.

Still, it's no excuse for what I did. Gnawing on my lip I look away guiltily. I should tell him about what happened two weeks ago. Immediately, I feel like I might vomit. I just can't bring myself to do it. Eric is so innocent and trusting...

God, what is wrong with me? I had phone sex, with another man. I cheated on my boyfriend with some stranger. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. About that voice.

I want to do it again. And again...and again...

Standing up I grab my purse off the coffee table. "I'm going to go h-home." I have to get the hell out of there.

Pausing the movie Eric stands. "Are you okay?"

Backing towards the door I shrug. "I just d-don't feel w-well."

He frowns, placing his hands on his hips. "You're stuttering, sweetheart. Think about your words."

Damn it. Eric always pointed out my stutter. I know he's just trying to help - to keep me from embarrassing myself - but it makes me feel like crap.

Mr. Sexy didn't care about my stutter...

"Sorry."

Eric smiles gently. "Listen, why don't you stay the night? I'll make you breakfast in the morning."

"I had phone sex," I blurt. There, done! I feel a weight lift off my shoulders.

His eyebrows rise. "Oh. When?"

I blink. That wasn't the reaction I'd been expecting. I should have known better. "A couple weeks ago. He called for Claire and it just happened."

"Well, that's no big deal."

I just stare at him, dumbfounded. "You're not upset?"

He shrugs. "It wasn't like you had sex for real."

Warning bells go off in my head. "I got off."

"I should hope so," he teases.

Jesus! Eric was acting as if I'd just admitted to watching a porno. "If I could do it again I would."

He leans back slightly. "Oh. Well, I know our sex life isn't the greatest."

"Sex life?" I scoff. "We've been dating for over a year and we've never even had sex."

Flushing, Eric runs a hand over the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about that. I tried, really. It's just..." he breaks off, shaking his head.

"It's just what?"

He sighs, giving me a look that I could only assume is pity. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you really need to lose a good thirty pounds. Maybe more."

What. The. Actual. Fuck!

"Excuse me?"

"I'm only telling you this because I care. It's not healthy."

For a moment I swear to god I see red. "I am healthy!"

"Please, don't get upset. I just want to help."

"You t-think I'm f-fat?"

"No! Of course not." Gripping my shoulders Eric gives me a soft smile. "You're beautiful and sexy."

Funny, he doesn't sound convincing at all. I just bite back a retort that maybe he should tell his penis that. "Oh."

"I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything." Eric pecks my cheek. This time I can't stop the cringe that flutters across my face. "You're gorgeous, sweetheart."

I force a smile, unsure how to respond. "Okay. I'm going to go."

"Alright, call me tomorrow. Love ya." He ruffles my hair, assuming I'm perfectly fine with what he just said.

He is so damn clueless. "Night."

I can't leave his apartment fast enough. I practically run across the parking lot, sighing with relief once I'm safely seated in my car. Gripping the steering wheel, I stare out at the street, unsure what I'm feeling. My chest feels empty and hurt.

I feel like...total shit.

A part of me knows Eric didn't mean to be insulting, he just didn't think before he spoke. But my boyfriend pretty much admitted he couldn't get it up because I wasn't attractive. Yea, I have some curves, but I didn't think I was un-fuckable.

Tears prick my eyes.

Damn Eric for making me feel so insecure. And why the hell am I crying like some big baby? Anger quickly overtakes my hurt.

Fuck Eric. Fuck all men! Except Mr. Sexy. Well, fuck him too, but in a different way.

Turning the key in the ignition I wait for the smooth sound of the engine...silence.

"No way."

I try again. Nothing.

"No fucking way!"

The car won't start. My beautiful brand new BMW will not start!

This is the worst night ever.

I have no cash on me for a taxi and there is no way in hell I'm going back to Eric's. Glancing around I spot a bar across the street. Sammy's Bar, yup, that seems like a good place to start. And what bar doesn't take a credit card?

Jaywalking and not caring - yea, I'm a badass - I slip inside and head straight for the bar. The place has that old biker bar type feel to it, dark and smoky, with roughened up pool tables and walls covered in what to me look like junk. There are a lot of men, I can feel them watching me.

Eat your heart out boys. I almost laugh. Yea, right.

Still, it's nice to be ogled. Suddenly, I don't regret wearing this dress at all. Or for taking the time to curl my thick brown hair into shiny waves. The soft creamy pink heels and string of pearls around my neck might have been too classy for a bar like this, but they make me feel feminine and pretty.

The bartender grins, looking me over as I sit on a stool. He's attractive, with a nice build and dirty blonde hair styled into a faux mohawk. "Whoa, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Okay, that's a nice ego boost. I'm feeling better already. "I need a drink."

He chuckles. "I figured. What kind of drink?"

"A strong one."

"Rough night?" he asks, moving some glasses around on a shelf.

"Very."

"Gotcha'. I got just the thing to cure a pretty girl's rough night." He winks and I smile back. I know the game he's playing, chat up the lonely girl at the bar, get her to buy more drinks. And I'm totally okay with it, as long as he keeps calling me pretty.

Setting a glass in front of me he pours what I can only assume is whiskey. "Really?"

"Yup." He smirks. "My special cure all."

I shrug, tipping my glass to him and taking a large gulp. The liquid burns pleasantly down my throat and heats my stomach. "That's good stuff. Thanks."

He laughs, the sound smooth. "Oh yea, you're gonna be fun. Do you have a name?"

"Ellie."

"That's cute." He holds out his hand for me. "Sam."

"As in Sammy's Bar?" I ask, shaking his hand. He has very rough hands, big and warm.

"That would be me," he announces proudly, looking over the bar as if it were made of gold.

"It's nice to meet you," I say politely.

"Like wise." Sam scowls as a guy in the back starts yelling, shoving his hands roughly into another patron. "Excuse me a sec."

"No problem." Taking out my cell I quickly fire off a text to Claire, letting her know what happened and where I am. She will know what to do.

I'm having a pleasant conversation with Sam and halfway through my second drink when my phone buzzes with a text from Claire.

-

Stay right there. Henry has a friend in the area. He's coming to get you.

P.S. YOU ARE NOT FAT! WHAT A BASTARD!!! XOXO

-

Frowning, I re-read that last part. Had I told Claire about that? I guess I did. I'm feeling a good buzz and I'd nearly forgotten about Eric and his big mouth. Sighing, I put my phone back in my purse. Soon I would be home in my comfy sweats, curled up in bed, and pleasantly drunk.

"Good news?" Sam asks, topping off my drink.

"My ride's almost here. And are you trying to get me drunk?" I tease.

He wags his eyebrows, green eyes twinkling. "You caught me. I just can't help loosening up such a pretty girl."

I giggle. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me."

Leaning over the bar Sam grins. "I am flirting with you."

My eyes widen. "Oh..."

There's a rough sound from behind me. A strong arm slips around my shoulders, pulling me close against a hard chest. "Hate to ruin the moment, but she's not for you," a low male voice grates.

My heart stops.

That voice!

I would never forget that voice. For two weeks that low rumble has haunted me.

Oh, god...

Oh. My. God.

Eyes wide I turn my head, my gaze landing on his collarbone. My eyes travel upward, soft brown meeting molten grey.

My knees actually went weak.

He's nothing like the clean cut Harvard graduate my fantasies had concocted. The real thing is rugged and masculine. His thick black hair is cut short and disheveled, his firm jaw rough with stubble. His forearms were covered in colorful tattoos, disappearing up under the rolled up shirt-sleeves of his crisp white button up. He's wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses, which does nothing to distract from the aggression shining in those eyes.

He looks dangerous. He looks wild. He looks absolutely fuckable.

Sam straightens with an easy smile. "Sorry, man. I didn't realize she had a boyfriend."

His steely gaze narrows down at me. "Interesting."

I open my mouth to respond, but no sound would come out. Instead, I just sit there, mouth open, gaping like a fish.

His hand smooths down my back, caressing the exposed skin with his thumb. My body lights on fire. Just that little touch leaves me aching and wet.

"Ready to go, Ellie?" he asks.

"Y-Yes..." Shit, I still don't know his name!

He smirks. "Adrian."

"Adrian." My voice cracks, thickened with lust. His eyes darken.

Dear, lord.

Hastily, I pick up my glass - ignoring the way my hand shakes - and drown the rest of the whiskey.

Adrian chuckles, setting a stack of bills on the bar. "Thanks for taking care of my girl."

I nearly choke. His girl!

Taking the money Sam nods. "No problem." He shoots me a wink. "Come back soon, Ellie."

"Sure," I say breathlessly. Biting my lip, I try to slide gracefully off the bar stool. As soon as my heels hit the ground I realize my error - high heels plus hard liquor equals shitty balance.

Adrian catches me as I topple, his arm wrapping around my waist. Gripping his shirt, I stare up at him wide eyed. God, he's so attractive. I can't look away. His nose is straight and narrow. There's a small scar over his right eyebrow and I wonder how he got it. His lips are firm, pressed into a thin line.

I want to kiss him. Bad. I lick my lips, staring at his mouth.

His nostrils flare. "Ellie."

"S-Sorry."

Those grey eyes travel slowly down my body, all the way to the tips of my high-heeled shoes. "We need to leave. Now."

Keeping his arm firmly around my waist Adrian leads me towards the door. As soon as we're outside he lets out a harsh snarl, pushing me against the side of the building.

"What were you thinking drinking alone in a dive bar wearing this?" he growls, fisting the hem of my dress in his hands. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look?"

My heart soars. He thinks I look sexy? "I do?" He presses hard against me. I nearly gasp, feeling the ridge of his erection against my stomach.

Dipping his head Adrian nuzzles the side of my neck, breathing deep. "Fuck, baby. I want you right now." His hands run up my thighs, pushing up my dress. "Why didn't you tell that bartender you had a boyfriend?"

Boyfriend? My desire fogged mind fights to understand. All I can think about is how good his hands feel gripping my ass. "I didn't think about it..."

Adrian stiffens, raising his head. "You didn't break up with him then?"

I shake my head. "No."

"That's too bad," he murmurs, pressing his knee hard between my thighs. I moan, instinctively rocking my hips. Oh, god that fells so good! "Because if you had then I could fuck you tonight," he rasps, hauling me closer. I keen as the pressure on my clìt intensifies. Adrian is watching me, his molten eyes half-closed. "Look at you. Maybe I'll fuck you anyway. You need it."

"No..." I pant. "I can't."

"I'd be more convinced if you stopped humping my leg," he growls huskily.

I tense, my hips stopping immediately. "I d-didn't mean t-too."

He smirks. "Let's go before I finish this and get us both in trouble."

My eyes widen to the size of saucers as he takes my hand and tugs me towards a parked Audi Spyder. I gape at the shiny metal sexiness before me in both shock and awe. "Holy shit, is this your car?"

He laughs, walking me around to the passenger seat and opening the door. "Yea." I'm almost afraid to sit in it. Instead, I stand there awkwardly. "What's wrong?" he asks.

"I'm afraid to sit down."

Leaning in behind me Adrian cups my ass, his fingers squeezing, making me moan. With a low chuckle he whispers in my ear, "Worried you'll get the seat wet?"

"Oh, my god," I groan in embarrassment, dropping my head into my hands. Adrian laughs loudly, tweaking my hair. Tossing him a glare I slide into the plush leather seat and buckle my seat-belt while he rounds the car and sits in the driver's seat. "You're not going to drive like a mad man are you?"

"With such precious cargo?" he asks, feigning hurt.

I give him a look.

His face turns serious. "I like to drive fast, baby. But I would never put you at risk."

"Yea, well, just don't break any laws. And if I vomit it's your fault." I grimace at my choice of words, way to sound lady like.

Adrian grins. "Yes, ma'am."

He pulls onto the street smoothly, the car humming in delight as he hits the highway. Adrian does drive fast, but I can tell he's also being cautious. I shut my eyes for a moment, enjoying the ride and the pleasant buzz spreading through my body from the liquor. Just being confined in such a small space with him is driving me crazy. I can smell him, musky and masculine.

"You okay, baby?" Adrian asks. His hand covers my knee, sending shock waves right to my core.

"Yea." I glance over at him, watching as he easily shifts gears. "So...about that phone call..."

A wolfish grin spreads across his face. "What about it?"

I shift in my seat, crossing my legs in a desperate move to relieve the ache there. "Why did you do that?"

"I told you." Adrian glances over at me, his eyes gleaming in the light of passing street lamps. "You have the sexiest voice I've ever heard."

I blush like a school girl. "What's your full name?"

He raises a brow. "You don't know?"

"Should I?"

A smile teases his lips. "Most do. Adrian Hunter."

I frown, trying to think on where I would know that name from...nope nothing. "Sorry, I don't know you."

"I'm very rich," he states, as if that explains everything.

"Oh." I scowl. "I'm not."

He tosses me an odd look before barking with laughter. "I thought you were a best-selling romance author?"

I flush. "Yea, but I'm not like Fifty Shades big."

"You drive a BMW. You're not doing so bad."

"How did you know I drove a BMW? Shit, what about my car!?"

Shaking his head Adrian grins. "I know because Claire told me, and I've already taken care of it."

"You have?"

He squeezes my knee reassuringly. "Yea, my mechanic will call me tomorrow."

"Oh...thank you," I murmur bashfully, glancing at my feet. "I'll pay any cost for towing-"

"Don't worry about it," he states dismissively, cutting me off. I open my mouth to argue but he shoots me a look. I shut my mouth, not wishing to appear unappreciative.

"Thank you," I repeat, more firmly.

He smiles, his eyes lighting with pleasure. "You're welcome." His fingers toy with the hem of my dress, slipping beneath and stroking the soft skin of my inner thigh.

I gasp, tensing in my seat. "Adrian?"

"You have the softest skin, has anyone ever told you that?" he says, his fingers stroking up my thigh, dangerously close to my wetness.

Embarrassed, I squeeze my legs tighter, blocking his hand. "N-No."

"No, you've never been told that? Or no, don't touch you?" he asks roughly.

I bite my lip, unsure how to answer. I don't want him to stop touching me, but I also know that it's wrong. Very wrong. I have a boyfriend for Christ sakes!

His thumb draws a circle over my skin. "Ellie?"

"I don't want you to not touch me," I admit. "But I shouldn't let you."

He grunts, removing his hand. "Fair enough."

"Adrian..."

"We're here." Pulling up in front of my apartment building he parks the car and gets out, walking around to open my door. Holding out his hand Adrian gazes down at me hotly, making my breath catch.

What is it about this man?

Unbuckling my seat-belt I take his hand, my lips parting at the sharp zap of electricity. His hand tightens around mine as I stand and I wonder if he feels it too. Still holding my hand, he walks me to the main entrance, handing his keys to the valet.

"Wait, you're coming in?" I blurt.

Raising a brow Adrian gives me a mischievous look. "Do you mind? I promised Claire you would get home safely and you've been drinking."

Crap, those were all valid points. And I'm still pretty - well very - buzzed. "Uh...but I am home..."

He cocks his head. "You live in the lobby?"

"Well, no." I shift my feet, feeling silly.

Taking a step towards me Adrian brushes a lock of hair off my shoulder. "I could use some coffee, if you don't mind."

"Coffee," I mumble.

"Yea." Nuzzling the side of my neck he rumbles into my ear. "Is that okay, Ellie?"

My stomach jolts with excitement. I'm about to invite the most attractive man I've ever met into my apartment. And he's kissing my neck like I'm some kind of sweet dessert.

Licking my lips, I nod. "Okay."

******

AN: Eeek! What's going to happen? So much heat between these two! Hope you are enjoying the story.