Page 55 of Striking Heat

“Are you working on it for me?” I ask.

“I think I might just be.”

“Wow,” I tell her, leaning back in the chair, watching her. She looks so small sitting there on the large black couch. I can’t believe she’s back here again. I thought maybe it would take a drunken mistake or an act of God to get her to come back. Turns out, she did it on her own.

“I’m impressed you knew where to find me.”

“Yeah, I’m really good at finding people. Or finding you.”

“I’m glad you could find me,” I admit.

She nods. “Good. Like I said, I wasn’t sure if you liked surprises, but I wanted to come and see you. I thought it might make my night a little better.”

“What was wrong with your night?”

She shrugs and shifts uncomfortably on the couch.

“How about I get us something to drink,” I tell her. “Highball of whiskey or a beer?”

“Uh, you pick,” she replies timidly.

I choose the whiskey and put a double in each of the highball glasses, bringing it to her on the rocks. She takes it and smiles.

Sipping slowly, she nods. “This is good. What is it?”

“Gentleman Jack,” I reply. “It’s pretty soft and smooth. I think it’ll help with your nervousness a bit.”

“I guess I was worried you would reject me or toss me out. Guess I’m still a little worried about that.” She takes another sip of the whiskey.

I sip on mine and smile. “I do not like surprises, if that’s what is bothering you, but I do like this surprise. I’m glad to see you at my front door tonight. It just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I believe that is why they are calling it a surprise.” She teases.

“Yeah, I know that.” I say. “So, you were worried about being a brat earlier and had to come all the way out here to see me? That’s sweet of you.”

“Thanks, I like all of it. Except for the part where you are calling me a brat.”

I laugh. “Well, you kinda acted like a little bit of one.”

“Yeah, I came to make up for that.” She grins at me. “You know, we could do that pizza picnic you talked about. You said you liked the same toppings as me.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I get the feeling she’s here for more than pizza.

“Yeah, we certainly could have a pizza picnic, but I think we should do something else first,” I say, getting up. I take another large gulp of my whiskey and reach out to take her head.

“What are you doing?”

“Drink more of that if you want but then come with me.”

Mac does as she’s told. Maybe it’s all those years of playing sports that makes her so coachable. The horny and dominant side of me makes me wonder what else I can get her to do without question.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

“Oh, I thought your pool was all kinds of secluded and I didn’t need a bikini.”

My mind flashes back to her on that beach. I want to take her out there, but not immediately. I’d rather we go to my room so that I can fuck her brains out before we have our little pizza picnic. Because it sounds like she has a cheat day to use, and I don’t want the pizza to be the only indulgence she has tonight.

“I would rather take you to my bedroom. Come with me.”

I lead the way to the bedroom, not bothering to check if she’s following me. I know she wants this as much as I do. Once I’m in the bedroom, I head over to the bedside table, where I have a few candles. I pull them out, along with the lighter, and begin to place them around the room.