High (11 page)

There’s a bang on the door and I drag my arse off the sofa to answer it. I open the door, frowning when I see Rhett standing there holding a pizza box and a pack of beer. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt that I swear is a size too small, I mean, really? He looks like he’s about to rip out of it. I stare at his broad chest straining against the material. 

He clears his throat and I slowly lift my eyes up to his face, an amused smirk plastered all over it. “You answer the door like that often?” He says.

I glance down at my hoody, knickers and knee high socks.

“Do you randomly turn up on people’s doorsteps often?” I ask.

“You left your number. Let’s not pretend that wasn’t an invitation.”

“To call…”

“I’m more of a take action kind of guy. Besides, I brought pizza.” He holds up the pizza box and the bottles of beer.

“Uh, like a…is this some kind of date?” He drops his eyes to the ground, fighting a smile. “Because I’m not a girl you date.”

“No. You’re not. It’s just pizza and a beer with a hot girl.” Flattery will get you everywhere.

The pizza smells amazing. “Fine, but only because you have pizza.” And I might be happy to see him. God, why is that? He’s hot. That has to be it. I’m always happy to see a hot man. 

I open the door wider and he steps through, pressing way closer than necessary as he moves past. “You sure that’s all it is, Duchess?” He says, lowering his voice.

I shrug. “You’re pretty to look at.”

He smiles, shaking his head as he follows me into the apartment. I take the beers from him and put two in the fridge before searching for a bottle opener for the other two. 

“Wow, you just leave
that
there with the dishes, huh?” I follow his gaze to my vibrator which I totally forgot was on the draining board. Our eyes meet and there’s an awkward moment before I just shrug. It’s not like I can pretend it’s anything other than what it is.

“It needed cleaning.” I tell him.

He cocks a brow. “Overuse?”

I find a bottle opener and pop the top off a beer. “Sometimes a girl has to take matters into her own hands.”

“You have my number...”

I roll my eyes and pick up the pizza box, walking around the breakfast bar and into the living area. Little does he know it’s having his fucking number that has pushed me to an entire day of self-love and porn. The buzz is dying down now, but Rhett gives off his own weird buzz. I drop onto the sofa, folding my legs underneath me and setting the pizza on the coffee table.

He drops onto the sofa next to me, lifting the beer to his lips. I watch as he swallows heavily and then swipes his tongue across his bottom lip. I have come at least four times today, and yet, just a flash of his tongue makes me feel like a whore in a nunnery.

“What are we watching?” He says, nodding towards the TV, the screen paused on the opening credits. 

“
Legend
. Tom Hardy as a hot cockney gangster.”

He takes a bite of pizza, and I take that as an okay—not that he has a choice. Me and Tom had a date before he interrupted though the beer and pizza probably make up for it.

“You think he’s hot?” He asks when the film starts.

“Shh.” I hiss. “Don’t be a talker. No one likes a talker.”

He chuckles and falls into silence again.

I actually have a good time with Rhett…fully clothed as well. Who knew?

We watch the film, we drink, we talk about nothing of any consequence, we make out like sixteen-year olds at prom, and eventually, I fall asleep on him while watching
Lockstock
. Apparently, I like cockney gangsters. Rhett thinks I have an unhealthy obsession and that he has the wrong accent. Jesus, if he were cockney, my ovaries would fall out.

I wake up when he carries me to bed, and it’s kind of sweet.
Wait, did I actually just think that?

I’m groggy and incoherent as he places a kiss on my forehead and leaves. He doesn’t try to have sex with me, makes no move to stay, and doesn’t that make this fucking confusing because sex is sex. I know sex. This is unchartered ground.

One week later and two ‘dates’ later…

I laugh as I roll around on the fur rug, stroking my fingers through the fluffiness. It feels so nice, I never want to leave. My phone rings and I fumble for it, squinting at the screen and trying to force my eyes to focus.

“Hello.” My tongue feels too thick for my mouth, and talking is just—it’s effort.

“B, where are you?” Milly asks, giggling.

I shrug. “It’s furry.”

She sighs. “Again?” I hear her talk to someone else. “Find somewhere with something furry or fluffy, it could be anything from a dog to a fucking plant and anything in between. She can’t be far, she’s too high to move.”

“So are you.” The male voice replies to her.

I drop the phone on the floor and roll over, pressing my cheek into the fluffy.  I don’t know how long I’m there, but the door opens and someone comes in. I expect Felix because he always finds me, but it’s not Felix.

“Hey, sweetheart.” The guy looms over me, looking down at me with a smile on his face. I can’t make out his features silhouetted by the light from the door. “What are you doing?” He asks.

“Stroking the fluffy.” I laugh, running my palms over the rug again.

“You want to stroke something else?” He chuckles.

I push up onto my hands and knees and stagger to my feet. The room pitches and spins in a swirl of colour. I close my eyes for a second and reopen them. The guy takes a step towards me and I hold up my hand.

“I’m high, not blind.” Well…my vision isn’t exactly fucking straight. I close one eye. Okay, yeah, he’s unattractive.

He closes in on me, pressing me against the wall and groping at my tits. “You’re a bitch.” He hisses. Ugh! Men and their egos. He tries to slide a hand inside my dress, and I sigh, jabbing two fingers into his throat. He coughs and staggers away, ripping the strap on my shoulder as he does.

“No.” I frown. “I’m Blake McQueen, you fucking pervert.” He leans back against the wall, trying to catch his breath as I collect my clutch and phone from the floor.

I walk out on shaky legs. I can’t feel my arms or legs, and I have to lean against the walls as I stagger through the house. I end up in a room full of people, and as I frown at the scene in front of me, trying desperately to work out where I even am, I wonder what in the hell could possibly have brought me to this particular moment in my life.

This is obviously some kind of house party with a room full of people who have cleared a space in the middle to allow two fully grown men to wrestle in their boxers. I’m so fucking high that for some reason it makes sense, even though it shouldn’t. I mean, why not? Right?

And where is Milly, or Felix? Or…someone I recognise?

I find the lift and take it down to the lobby. The doorman eyes me like a cheap hooker that might give him AIDS. Stepping outside, I glance up and down the street. I have no idea where I am, or what time it is. There’s barely any traffic on the road, and I definitely won’t be able to hail a cab from here.

I find my phone and press redial, not really caring who I get. “Blake?” Felix answers.

“Are you in the party?” I ask, slumping against the side of the building.

“What party? I’m at the club.”

I giggle. “But you’re always at the party.”

He sighs into the receiver. “For fuck’s sake. Where are you?”

I look around again, trying to recognize anything, but I don’t. “I don’t know.”

“Can you ask someone where you are?”

“I left. I’m outside.” I tell him. A cold wind blows and I shiver.

“On your own?” His voice lowers.

“There’s a man here. He’s looking at me funny.” I glance back through the glass door and the doorman glares at me from inside.

“A man?”

“The doorman.”

“Okay, ask him where you are. But don’t let him touch you, okay?” He talks to me like I’m a child.

“No, he thinks I have AIDS.”

“What? Look, just ask him.”

I push open the glass door into the building and stagger up to the man, holding the phone at my side. “Where am I?” I blurt.

“Camden.” He says.

“Please, can you give my friend the address?” I hand him the phone and he takes it, a look of distaste all over his face.

He reels off the address and then pauses for a moment, his eyes going wide as he looks at me again. “Yes, sir.” He says politely before hanging up the phone. “Your friend will be fifteen minutes. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’ll wait outside.” I snatch the phone from him and push through the glass door. I slide down the wall and lean back against the building, closing my eyes for a second. The cold wind lashes against me, making me shiver, pulling me down from my ivory, cocaine induced tower. I could move, but it seems like so much effort, so I close my eyes and wait for Felix.

Eventually, a black BMW rolls up to the curb, and I’m sure I’m about to be propositioned for sex, but instead of a window rolling down, the engine cuts and the driver’s door opens. I don’t know who I expected to see, but it wasn’t Rhett.

“Shit, Blake. What are you doing out here?” He scowls at me, crossing the pavement and dropping to a crouch in front of me.

I frown. “Where’s Felix?”

“He called me.” His eyes flick over me. “I guess clothes give you hives too, huh?” What the fuck is he on about? “And why the fuck is your bra strap broken?”

“What?” I glance down at myself, and I’m wearing just a bra, the broken bra strap hanging loosely from one shoulder. “Oh, I really liked that top.” I say through clenched teeth.

He inhales sharply and releases a long breath. “Okay, up.” He takes my hand and drags me to my feet. I wobble and lean into his side as he guides me to the car. I fall into the leather seat and he leans over me, buckling my seat belt. Mmm, he smells good. Manly. His hair is so dark and shiny and it looks so thick. I have the urge to touch it.

I reach out and run my fingers through the silky strands. He cocks an eyebrow and an amused smirk crosses his features. “You done?” He asks.

I pull my hand away and scowl at him for ruining my fun.

He closes the door and gets in the driver’s side. “You’re fucking blue, Blake.” He chastises, cranking up the heat in the car. The hot air hits my exposed skin and I wince away from the sting of the sudden temperature change. He places a hand on my bare thigh as he drives, rubbing his palm over the skin exposed by my short skirt. I know he’s trying to warm me up, but his hand is having more than just a heating effect.

The cocaine is still firing around my veins, making even the lightest of caresses feel entirely too much, and it’s Rhett—the hot stranger with the beautiful face and the hypnotic eyes. I mean, if I had to create a male sex doll I would base it on this guy. He’s pure temptation and his hand on my thigh has my pussy feeling like a tsunami just hit home. Yes, his hand. On. My Thigh. His hand! Even for me that’s ridiculous, but a girl cannot be held accountable for her actions when under the influence and in the presence of that.

I want to touch him, taste him, fuck him. So I do. I turn my body to face him and trail my hand over his chest as he drives. He offers me a sideways glance and in the dim light of the dashboard, I can see the small smile on his lips.

He’s wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans with a leather jacket. It looks good on him, really good. My fingertips brush over the material of his t-shirt, feeling each bump of every ab as I go, and never mind butterflies, it’s like a swarm of condors just took flight in my stomach. I inch my fingers under the material and press my hand against his hot skin.

He hisses a breath, his muscles tensing. “Shit, you’re cold.”

I laugh. “I hear ice cubes are considered erotic.”

He glances at me briefly. “Well, they’re not.” He grumbles but makes no attempt to remove my hand. I scratch my nails lightly over his smooth skin.

I release his seat belt and slide my finger beneath the waist band of his jeans, unfastening the button and lowering his fly. Again he says nothing and it only eggs me on, determined to get a reaction from him. I shove the elastic of his boxers down, only enough to expose half his cock, but well, I don’t need more than that. He glances at me and cocks an eyebrow, a blatant challenge. My head is still spinning as I lower my face to his lap and flick my tongue over the head of his semi-hard cock, which jerks, growing as I wrap my lips around the head and suck.