Common Sense Doesn't Become Me (6 page)

When his lips pulled backward, his hand on my
lower back started stroking my back, as his hand with his fingers
entangled into my hair gently pulled my head backward a bit so he
could look down into my eyes. He spoke while I felt like a melting
mess right there on my hardwood floors.

"Amber Jones. You are one sweet surprise I
was not expecting with this job." He let out a light flirty
laughter that made me realize that this attraction had just taken
two to tango.

I wanted to find my voice and talk, yet for
once, I could not babble. I could not interject my goofy sense of
humor that could talk its way out of a crowded room. I could not
speak, nor could I move. My body was humming from toenails to hair
follicles on the tip of my head. I was a humming strumming neon
sign that was flashing the word 'GO'. There was no word that
remotely meant stop that was going to exit my mouth, nor was I
going to do anything that might be interpreted in the least bit as
'not tonight dear'. I just stood there with my lips slightly
parted, wet from our kiss, my breath hitched and my eyes staring
into his wondering if this was one wicked wet dream I would wake up
from and kick myself for not following through. Then his voice held
question as if he needed a go ahead.

"Amber?" I felt his fingers stroke my face as
he repeated my name in question, just as I felt the distance
between us may have only increased by inches but felt like a mile.
I wanted to be wrapped back up in his arms.

I had been mentally undressing and seducing
my neighbor slash hot super while he stood in my front room telling
me a story about something that had to do with his sister's laundry
or was it that he asked me if it bothered me. Either way, I did not
remember.

"Uh. Sorry." It was the only answer I could
supply. My body was an inner molten mess from my own internal
visioning that I had no words to describe my lack of interest in
his conversation. I glanced at my laundry basket, and back to him
while spurting out a comment. "Hey thanks by the way. In case, I
didn't say it earlier. You didn't need to fold my stuff. Maybe next
time I will leave one washer and dryer open." I let the last part
come out in laughter as he took a step closer, back within the
parameters that had put us in that last memorable sensual kiss.

"You could or we could put a maintenance sign
on the door and do our laundry together. I'm sure we could think of
something to do while the wash and spin cycle complete."

Oh my garsh. Did he just insinuate where my
mind had just been? I guess my raised eyebrows caused him some
caution on the 'you took it too far Latin lover' level.

"I'm just kidding with you." He let his hand
stroke my arm as he took that final step closer. This put him
within my 'this is going to go somewhere naked' space. The space
that is only reserved for lovers. Then before I could say a word, I
watched his hand come up and softly stroke the side of my face as
his fingers weaved into my hair and found themselves on the back of
my neck. He took the last and final step it takes for a man to get
ready to kiss a woman. His thumb tilted my chin up and his other
hand landed on my back as our mouths met. This was sensual kiss
number two, all in less than five minutes. I had to wonder, who was
pursuing who, Latin lover?

The feel of his lips was sexy as all get out.
He had a sexy manly mouth that took my mouth and made it feel safe,
secure and about to - oh my. He's leaning into my body, and if I am
not mistaken as my hands have made their way to any part of his
body I can touch and pull him closer; he's very happy to have
folded my laundry.

When he pulled back just a step, not that I
wanted him to, I let out a deep 'ah' sound. I wanted to jump up
acrobatically, wrap my legs around his body and proceed to take
this kiss to an entirely different level.

"Amber?" His voice was in question and there
was no stroke of the fingers this time. His voice was real time;
not imaginary play date time. "Amber, I guess I wanted to stop by
and see if this attraction I'm feeling is somewhat real. I guess
since we barely know each other."

I don't know if I could agree with that. He
was the super, and had access to the management records. He could
probably find out that my first-year renting; I was late three
times. Not so long ago I lapsed in the required renter's insurance
out of sheer inability to remember to pay the bill. Now that I am
on auto pay, grouped on the same policy as my car insurance, so
there will be no lapsing as I was learning to grow up in the
bill-paying department. He knew my name, first and last. Well, I
guess we both did now. However, most importantly, he knew what I
looked like naked and in a roundabout fair play sort of way, he let
me see him naked too. We were just a level higher than mere
acquaintances; we could easily be friends with benefits. At the
same time, something in me knocked on my brain. 'You want more now,
don't you?' And that, I was sure, that I did.

"Mason?" I said it while trying to look into
his eyes that just made me want to shut up and let him kiss me
again.

He took a step back but left his hand holding
mine as if he did not want me out of his reach. "Look. My day is
done. I've pulled a full shift and then some, well, considering all
I had to deal with last night." He laughed lightly with a teasing
note to his sentence. "How bout we go get an early bite to eat? Get
to know each other a bit?"

I did not have to think about it, but I
wanted to put on something sexy. Do a little makeup and hair touch
up, and make sure my push-up bra was causing an after dinner
enticement that Mason could not refuse.

"Give me an hour. You know. To put my laundry
away." I looked at him with a bite of my lip and pleading eyes that
made his sexy smile widen on his face.

He stepped forward, let his hand pull my chin
up and kissed me lightly on the lips. "I'll give you all the time
you need. Something tells me you are worth the wait."

Hot tamales. Did they have a Latin lover
class somewhere, because if they did, I can assure you that boy
passed with all A pluses on his report card.

One hour later, precisely, he was at my door,
with a nice pair of jeans, leather loafers, a well-pressed blue
shirt slightly open and sleeves rolled up. He looked sexy combined
with the smell of cologne that made me want to breathe in deep. I
let him inside, with myself dressed in my bar jeans, black tank top
and black push-up bra to give the girls a view. I made sure the
matching black thong did not feel left behind. I was down to
deciding on which shoes to wear. The shoe decision might have been
delayed with the smoky eye makeup and few extra curls in my
hair.

He let out a low appreciation whistle while
his eyes undressed the very outfit that took too long to decide on
wearing. Well not the bra and thong. That was a quick decision.

"Wow. Amber. If I didn't know better, you get
more gorgeous by the minute."

Ok. Ladies. Here is where I want to break out
in song and dance, and no, I am not drunk. I am listening to my
heart pound in my ears, my chest restricting, my toes curl, and my
lovely lady spot vibrating. Then before I could say a word, he
kissed me again. This time, we had to work together to close the
door behind him as we fell against it moaning and kissing.

I pulled away first. I could have easily
pulled another reckless love moment, but a little notion told me he
wanted to know more, establish a friendship and so did I. It was
either that, or cupid just shot me with the 'stop being stupid'
arrow.

He spoke up first. "I could easily devour you
here and not leave your place until morning. However, I have not
eaten a bite all day, and I need to suffice my appetite with food.
Then I can suffice my other appetite, if you decide to invite me
back for a night cap."

I had work in the morning and a huge lack of
proper sleep from the previous night. However, did I say no? No, I
did not. Who needs a good night's sleep two nights in a row when I
have my whole life ahead of me. I reached up, gave him a quick
peck, and told him I needed to grab my shoes and purse. I decided
on the easy slip off kind. I did not want any delays when we got
back.

Chapter Five

The pub he selected to
take me to was one of my favorites and was only five blocks away
from our building. Living in the city had its advantages, in many
ways. Getting tipsy at the local pub and needing to walk home was
one of them.

Just as we walked out of the apartment
building and into the warm evening air, I felt his hand go to my
back as we stepped out on the street. With only five or six click
clacks of my three-inch slip on kitten heels in red leather, with
white stitching, they are very cute, trust me; I felt his hand
reach for mine. I looked down just as I let his fingers intertwine
with mine, and then I looked up to his sultry colored eyes as he
was already looking at me with a smile that said what I felt. This
is nice.

The five block walk to the pub was taken in
slow easy steps. It was as if we were in no hurry to get there. I
knew he mentioned he was hungry but at the pace we were walking,
and his slow easy conversation telling me about his day with the
tenants in both buildings, I could have walked a mile and never
stopped. It was a great feeling to hold his hand and walk down the
street in a casual pace, one that I could see us replaying this
scenario many nights to come.

It was then that it hit me as he held the
door open for me to the pub, and we walked in with his hand to my
lower back that I realized I needed not to muck this one up, but
take it slow, make it a real relationship, not a fly-by-night
passionate thing. That was my smart mature brain talking; however,
my whohaw was thinking something totally different should be
happening at the end of this evening. The race between the two was
on. I had my bets placed on the mature relationship date, while
some of the people in the pub that could not seem to take their
eyes off us made me think the other would be the winner. I caught a
reflection in a mirror as we sat at a two-person bar height table
and saw the romantic couple we were portraying to the world. It was
the type of love and affection couples showed each other that
seemed real, not first date nervous, not I have to be here to get
laid, but a sign that two people clicked. Mason and I clicked, and
with that thought, so did my neither region; it was clicking a mile
a minute. This was going to be a tough call at the end of this
evening.

I decided to do what I do best when
flustering feelings of fantasy take place in an inappropriate
place; I babbled a few questions out. "So, Mason, tell me what it
is like doing maintenance on the two buildings? I mean you have
told me a few interesting stories about the tenants, but I could
easily see how two buildings could be a bit much for one man. Not
that I don't think you can handle it. You certainly know how to
handle it; I mean the building."

He looked at me straight in the eye and made
a sexual suggestion that was more of a statement of his manhood
than how he handles the building maintenance. "I can handle a lot.
I'm very good with my hands."

I cleared my throat as I thought of all the
ways he was good with his hands. Then I decided to ask him about
working for his dad. "So, how big of a corporation is Montahue
Properties and how do you like working for your dad?"

Just then, the waitress came up and asked us
for our order. Mason looked at me and smiled, while keeping his
eyes on me, he spoke to the waitress. "Two long necks, house
special, and two glasses of water. Can we have some menus please?"
The waitress walked off with a 'sure' and most likely didn't think
twice that Mason was staring at me while talking to her, but I did,
and I liked it. However, I needed to make sure of something to calm
my date jitter nerves "Is there some lipstick on my teeth or some
eyelashes stuck together because you have a funny smile on your
face?"

He reached over, put his hand behind my head
and pulled me in close to him for a quick kiss. When he pulled
back, I was silent as I let out a huge breath of air in pure
happiness. That is what his kisses did to me; they made me tingle,
smile and sing in places on my body that liked singing during
moments like this. When he spoke up, his voice flirted with me. "I
just felt like kissing you, just as that waitress walked up. It
took all I had in me not to kiss you without telling her our
order."

I laughed, because I was queen of the
distraction ploy and thought perhaps that was what he was doing.
"It was either that or you didn't want to talk about Montahue
Properties or your dad."

He laughed and reached for my hand and held
it on the table. "It could be that or I'd rather not talk so much
shop about me. Kissing you seemed like a heck of a better idea. So
what's your favorite thing to eat here? I am guessing you like to
eat here as you have a glass vase full of matches from this place.
Do people still collect those things?"

I laughed. "Just me. It started when I was a
kid and wanted to know where my dad was at on a Friday or Saturday
night. I would tell him in my stubborn nine-year-old voice that he
needed to prove it to me. He knew I liked to wait up silently in my
room until his shift ended, and he was safely home, so he reassured
me by bringing home matches from the bar he used to get a drink at
after work. My dad's a retired cop, and he used to tell me that
Friday and Saturday nights were the worst. Brought out the weirdos
in his district, and he just needed some down time before he came
home around midnight. So I started saving all the ones he
remembered to bring home and when he didn't bring home I figured he
forgot. As I got older, I got wiser. It wasn't just the bar, he was
having a drink at, but a lady friend or two. I guess that is how my
match collecting started."