Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U) (33 page)

“Yes, Miss McGowan, please have a seat.” I close the door and lock it behind me, making sure we have no interruptions. Just in case.

I seductively walk across the room and sit in the chair, spreading my legs so Caleb can see up my dress. He bites his lip and fidgets in his chair.

“What can I help you with?”

“Well, you see, Mr. C., I’ve kinda been naughty lately. I’ve been having some pretty provocative dreams about you.”

He rises from his desk, his pants bulging behind his zipper. He undoes his belt, and the top button of his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper until I can see his black boxer briefs.

“I see. You do realize with me being your boss, dreams like that could be considered sexual harassment.”

“I do. That’s why I had to come tell you about them. I don’t think I can contain myself around you any longer. I keep thinking about your perfect penis and how I want it inside of me.”

“Perfect penis? And what exactly makes it so perfect?” He plays with the tops of his boxer briefs and pulls them down to his hips, exposing his happy trail, and the tuft of hair over his dick.

I bite my lip, pulling it into my mouth as my hand traces my thigh and finds its way beneath my dress. Caleb watches me attentively. I can tell he’s as turned on by this role-playing as I am. He drops to his knees and pulls my underwear down my legs until my bare pussy glistens before him.

“So fucking beautiful. So mine.” He dips down and tastes me, indulging his tongue with my wetness.

“Caleb. Oh god. Please. I need you.” I’m dying for him to get inside me. I need it. It’s been far too long since the last time we slept together.

“Already?”

“Yes, I need you.”

He doesn’t wait for another okay, he strips off his clothes his erection saluting me with the proper greeting. He reaches into his pocket and pulls on a condom, quickly tugging it up his length. I stand up from the chair and allow his hands to fondle me from behind while I rub against him. He moans, letting me know he’s just as ready for this reunion as I am. He starts to maneuver me to his desk, but I stop him.

“No, over there.” I point to the chalkboard, still scribbled with my:

I want to chuckle, but with the way his hands feel on me right now, the only thing I can do is moan.

He backs me up against the board, lifts me up, and angles himself so he’s perfectly aligned.

Before he enters me, he looks me deeply in the eyes and whispers, “I love you, Everly McGowan.”

“And I love you, Caleb Conaway.”

That’s all he needed to hear before he enters me.

When our lovemaking ends, we’re both panting. He kisses me ferociously, paralyzing me with his lips. I knew the moment I gave into Caleb, I would never be the same. Now as I look at him I can’t believe I went so long fighting him.

Caleb pulls on his clothes. I watch him like a perve, ogling every inch of his sexy skin.

“How about I take you home, Everly. You have a little girl waiting for you.”

“She’s waiting for you, too, Caleb.”

He puts a soft hand on my back and guides me towards the door. As I look behind me, I almost laugh. There on the chalkboard is the ass print Caleb requested.

“I think I’m going to leave it there. It will give the staff something to talk about in the morning.”

“Oh no you aren’t. I’ll kill you if that happens.”

He chuckles. “Can I, at least, keep it for the night? I want something to look forward to in the morning.”

“Fine, if you must, but I need to change something before we leave.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

I scamper over to the chalkboard and pick up a piece of chalk. When I’m done, Caleb is beaming proudly.

It’s official . . .

After the fight, I’m escorted down to hotel security. They’re planning on charging me with assault whenever the cops get here. I’ll never get Holly now, not after this. That’s when the tears start. The thought of losing Holly is just too much to bear.

We are almost to the office when one of the radios squawks. “Jack, Reginald get your asses back up to the fight. We have a damn riot on our hands,” the person says.

The two guards look at each other, unhook my handcuffs, and take off. One of them looks over his shoulder and shouts, “You got lucky, girl.” Then they disappear around the corner.

I follow them back to the fight and the whole crowd is surging with anger. People are shouting that the fight was fixed and screaming for their money back.

A woman notices me in the corner and shouts at the top of her lungs. “That’s her! That’s the girl who ruined the fight.” Next thing I know, every person in the crowd turns towards me—each face more hostile than the next. The same woman screams again. “Bitch, you owe me a hundred bucks!”

She comes flying at me, and I cover my face ready for impact. This bitch is going to scratch out my eyes with her unnaturally long fingernails.

Right before she would’ve connected with my face, I feel an arm curl around my waist and pull me away from the crowd. It’s one of the tweedle twins. He’s moving so fast that my feet can’t keep up with him, so he grabs me and carries me the rest of the way, ducking into a back room behind the fight just before the crowd catches us.

“You’re a trouble magnet, aren’t you,” Tweedle breathes. I notice it’s the one without the scar. “You’re lucky I got to you in time.”

“Thanks, although, it wasn’t my intention to start a riot. I just wanted there to be a fair fight, and Caleb was fighting like complete crap.”

“No thanks to you,” Kristene’s crude voice cuts in. She’s standing over by the wall with her arms crossed glaring at me. “You’re the whole reason for him boxing like crap. If you had just shown up with everyone else, he wouldn’t have been so crazy right before the match. He wouldn’t even kiss me for luck.”

“Maybe because your lips are like poison, and he didn’t want to die.”

“He wasn’t complaining last night, or the night before.” The thought of Kristene spending the night with Caleb brings a sour taste to my mouth. I don’t want her dating him or her lips to be anywhere near him. “Just remember who was in his bed last night,” she quips.

“It wasn’t you, Kristene,” Caleb interrupts, coming around the corner drying his head with a towel. “So maybe you should shut your mouth and stop trying to ruin my name with your lies.”

“Caleb, I was just saying how we spent a great night together. She just needs to know how serious we are about each other.”

Caleb grabs her shoulders and smiles. “Kristene, I was never serious about you. I’m sorry I led you on, but I was only using you to get over her, and frankly, nothing, not even you, could make me stop fantasizing about Everly. I’m in love with her, have been for a very long time.” He smiles over at me and my heart soars.

“Wait a second, you were using me?”

“Yes and no, I feel like an ass for it. If that helps.”

She slaps him. “Fuck you, Caleb.”

“I guess I deserve that one. I’m sorry, Kristene. You’re a good girl, but just not the right girl for me.”

She slaps him again. “And to think I was going to sleep with you tonight.”

“Glad, I dodged that bullet,” he laughs.

She reaches up to slap him again, but he grabs her wrists. “I may have deserved the first two slaps, but not this one. Nathan, can you please make sure that Miss Jenkins is shown out.”

“I’m going to sue you for sexual harassment, Caleb. Fraternization with an employee is heavily frowned upon in today’s society.”

“Kristene, you can’t get me for sexual harassment when you were the one who hit on me first. Maybe you should remember that the next time you try to accuse people of something that you started.”

She growls and stomps away, Tweedle One following closely behind her. Caleb turns to me and smiles. “You and I have some things to discuss; follow me.”

I follow him past the people loitering around the hallway and into his dressing room. Once in there, he locks the door behind us. “Now, I may have been a little unconscious when you were at the ring. Do you have something you want to tell me?”

My finger absentmindedly begins twirling a lock of my hair. I’m nervous. I’ve never professed my love to anyone before, let alone said the words out loud and actually meant it. A giant bubble of nerves fills my throat. When I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out.

“That’s okay, I’ll go first. Everly, I love you. I’ve been in love with you since our first night together and you mysteriously disappeared from my condo. I’ve dreamt about you every night for an entire year before we met. Then after that, I dreamt about you even more. You’re feisty and sarcastic, beautiful and humble. You’re everything I’ve been looking for in a woman, but not all at the same time.”

A tear runs down my cheek and he wipes it away. When I don’t say anything, he chuckles.

“This is where you tell me how awesome I am, and how you can’t live without me.”

Finally, my nerves force the bubble back down my throat and I laugh. “Is that how this is supposed to work?”

“Yes, definitely.” The way his eyes shine when he smiles makes my heart flutter.

“Caleb, it’s weird. I never thought something like this could ever happen to me. You scared the crap out of me when we met. Instantly, I was attracted to you. Even without an accent, my body was craving you. Your pursuit of me has been rather annoying, but I know now, it’s only because you couldn’t picture yourself without me, and that’s how I feel about you. You may annoy me, but my life would be meaningless without you in it. I really thought I hated you at the beginning of all this, but I realize that the insta-hate was only me defending my heart that wasn’t ready for love. You broke down my walls; you fought for me even though I didn’t want you to. You were there for me when I needed someone, and even though I’m still fighting these raging emotions within myself, I tap out. You knocked me off my game, and as the referee counts down in the background, these next ten seconds are the most frightening ten seconds of my life. I’ve never given myself over to anyone before. I want you to have it all: my heart, my body, my soul. I want to spend the rest of our lives figuring out just what makes us so perfect for each other. I don’t want to go another day fighting you, Caleb. You win by KO. Now the question is, what do you want to do about it?”

“This is all great, and I love the boxing references, but I’m waiting to hear something specific,” he says, cupping my cheek and bringing his face so close I can feel his breath on my lips. “You said it before, I just want to hear it again when I can look you in the eyes, and fall in love with you all over again.”

“I have never been in love in Caleb, this is all new to me.”

“It can be scary, but with the right person, it can be magic.” His face leans even closer and all I want to do is kiss him.

“Caleb . . . I . . . well . . . I think I am in love with you.”

“Finally! God, you have no idea how sweet those words sound on your lips.” His lips crash into mine, and his fingers thread into my hair. He pulls away suddenly and blushes. “In my dreams, I could remember how my fingers felt in my raven’s hair; they felt just like this.” His fingers tangle in my hair and he grips me possessively. “They felt like this because I loved you then, even before I met you. You’re it for me, Everly. There’s no other woman out there for me.”

His words bring even more tears to my eyes. I’m overwhelmed with emotion for this man who has changed my life so much in a matter of a few months. If it wasn’t for Caleb, I wouldn’t have met Holly, I wouldn’t know what love truly could be, and I wouldn’t be standing here wondering about a future that seemed like a pipe dream only days before. I love Caleb, every annoyingly loveable aspect of him.

“I love you, Caleb,” I whisper, losing myself in his lips.

The words are scary, foreign, almost like a dream, but as I intertwine my arms around Caleb’s waist, slipping into the deep dark hole of Caleb, I realize this whole time I’ve been chasing him just as much as he has chased me. Maybe my chase wasn’t as literal as his was, but mine was metaphorical and more grueling. There’s a thin line between love and hate. That statement always befuddled me until now. I confused my love for Caleb with hate because it was easier than facing the truth. The feelings were too hard to comprehend, and it took me entirely too long to realize what they truly were. Love.

Now that I know what true love feels like, I can’t believe how shallow and stupid I was before. I missed out on a lot with Caleb because of stupidity, but not anymore. Today, I allowed myself to finally fall, and I did, right into the arms of Caleb and straight into love.

“I do have one odd question for you, Everly,” Caleb states while he kisses my neck. “Why in the hell did you think I was engaged?”

“I saw Kristen at your suite. She was showing you a ring and I assumed . . .”

“She won that piece of shit ring as a door prize during the dinner she accompanied me to. That thing might as well have been out of a cracker jack box,” he laughs.

“Oh, I feel stupid. I can’t believe I assumed you asked her to marry you.”

“You know what people say about assumptions right?” he chuckles.

“No what?”

“When you assume something all it does is make an ass out of you and me.”

I laugh. “I think the only one making an ass out of herself was me.”

“I won’t argue with you there. You definitely are good at making an ass out of yourself.”

I punch him in the gut. “Asshole, you’re not supposed to agree with me.”

“Get used to it, Beautiful. From here on out, I’m always going to be in your corner.”

He bends in and softly takes my lips with his. The touch alone sends shivers down my spine. Just when I thought I couldn’t love this man any more, he has to spout off cute boxing references and get me all worked up. I think it’s official . . .  our sparring has ended.