Touched (3 page)

After cleaning up, I head to the radio station not needing to work at the club anymore tonight. It’s actually quite a relief, all the many faces and bodies of customers who come and go become tiring at times. Most of the time I don’t mind it, I’m numb, body and soul, but after tonight, something stirred in me. I felt sensations throughout my body when he touched me that I’ve never felt before. Shaking my head, I continue walking down the street, the feeling of someone watching me giving me chills. My head turns looking at the different people that are still out at one in the morning. No one is paying attention to me, so I shrug off the feeling and watch the light change to green, crossing the street in a little faster pace. In the safety of the station’s building, I walk out of the elevator, wave at Jimmy, who gives me a wink and walk into the booth. After a tedious night of calls, the same things over and over, I look up at the clock and see I only have five minutes left, thank God.

“Well, it’s almost the witching hour so I only have time for one more call. Thank you, as always, for joining me tonight and sharing your fantasies.” All the buttons on the call board are lit up, so I select the last one and take a deep breath. “Sexy Lady here and what’s your pleasure?” Silence, then breathing. “Look buddy. I’ve had a long night. If it’s…”

“I want you.”

My body stiffens as my heart skips a beat. That voice.

“I want you now.”

I’ve heard that voice. Wait! It’s him. It’s the guy from tonight at the club, the one that caused the goose bumps all over my body as he came against me. He has to be following me since he called last night too, and then just suddenly appeared at the club tonight. He didn’t seem like a creeper though when we were together. My eyes blink rapidly as I try to get my shit together. “Well, Mr… Sorry, I didn’t get your name, sexy voice.”

“Mr. Black,” his voice states and the call ends.

Well, he’s a man of few words, that’s for sure. I end the night, gather my things and head home. Too tired to stop and get my much needed coffee supplies and yogurt, I decide just to go home for a shower and bed. I think I’ll need extra time at the gym today to work off my frustrations. Climbing the stairs grates on my last nerve as tired as my body is, and as I reach the top step, I stop, looking down at the floor in front of my door. A huge bouquet of red roses lying next to a ten pound bag of my favorite coffee and a small box full of the brand of yogurt I buy. Creeper? Yeah, he might be getting that way. My head snaps around, and I look down the stairs. Wait! How’d he get in the locked front door to get these up here and better yet, how’d he know where I live and which apartment? Ok, definitely a creeper. Sigh! That’s too bad as I had feelings I’ve never had before with him. Glad I didn’t let my guard down and give in to his demands. Thousand dollars or not.

I struggle with all the locks with my arms full of my new things, but finally manage to get in, kick the door with my foot to shut it and start walking towards the kitchen. Unloading everything onto the breakfast bar my eyes quickly dart to the door when I don’t remember hearing it shut to find Amber leaning against it, her arms crossed and her foot tapping the floor quietly. “He’s fine. Damn, he’s more than fine. Sexy as hell,” she states as she walks towards me. My eyes roll as I carry the box of yogurt and start unpacking it all into the fridge, leaving two out for us. I then head to my coffee pot, putting everything needed into it and then push start. I gather two cups from the cabinet, placing them on the counter, turn around, and I lean against the counter. By that time, she’d walked into the kitchen and made herself at home on a stool at the breakfast bar. This is so familiar, almost a daily routine for us. But this time I’m pretty annoyed.

“Did Ricky let him in the building? Did you?” She shrugs as she looks down, playing with her fingernails, her eyes looking back up at me. “What in the hell were you thinking? He could be a stalker, a creepy deranged, sadistic killer, Amber. What happened to looking out for each other?” I walk over with her yogurt and slam it down on the counter next to her hands. She huffs, picks it up, digs the spoon in it and shoves a big glob in her mouth, swallowing hard.

“He’s nice, polite and hot as fuck, not a stalker, creeper type and besides, he gave me a hundred bucks to let him in so he can… And I quote… ‘Swoon you’. His words.” She scoops up another bite and smiles as she plunges the spoon into her mouth. I’m left with my mouth agape, my mind fighting everything I know about surviving and wanting to give into this man. There’s something about him, something I can’t place, but I know my heart has never skipped a beat just looking at a man, hearing his voice and never has my body anticipated eagerly a man’s touch, never have I had any thoughts of giving in to having sex before. Just who is he?

Shaking the thoughts away, I pour us some coffee, taking the cups over to the breakfast bar, sit down next to her and open my yogurt. “Doesn’t matter. Nothing’s gonna happen. You know me.” My eyes close as I taste the goodness.

“Yeah, well you’re busted because he left a note for you too.” She reaches into her pocket, bringing out a folded piece of paper and slides it to me across the counter.

“What the fuck? You read my personal note?” Again with the shrugs and she dives back into her yogurt. Chicken shit. I slowly unfold the note, my heart racing as I begin to read.

Angel, the name fits you well, but my body thinks of you as the devil. I mean that in the best possible way. I must see you again, taste you and have your body against mine. Until we meet again, please enjoy some of your favorites.

Mr. Black

The yogurt is lodged in the base of my throat, and I can’t seem to swallow it fully as I feel the wetness in my pussy, my legs crossing quickly and the feeling of sweat on my forehead. Damn, he can do that with just a note? The need for a shower overwhelms me as I look at Amber, whose face is as red as mine feels. She hops off the stool, throws away her trash and heads to the front door. “You’re one lucky bitch, sexy lady. I’ll see ya later. Maybe.” The door closes behind her. I walk to the door, clicking all the locks tight and return to the stool to finish my coffee. Yes, a cold shower and a very long time at the gym today is a must.

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The cold shower I took did nothing for me after dropping off the treats for Angel. She must be doing very well financially by the looks of the building she lives in. Another thing making me want her even more. She has a good head on her shoulders. I carry my bag into the gym locker room and after changing into my shirt with the sleeves cut out and my shorts, I place my wallet and keys inside and secure the lock on the handle of the locker. I decided to come early and get some exercise in before she arrives. After spending a half an hour on weights, toning up my muscles, I wipe off the sweat from my forehead, throw the small towel over my shoulder and lift my water bottle to my mouth.

As I swallow the much needed liquid, my eyes catch Angel walking in, step up onto a treadmill and turn it on. I almost choke as I see what she’s wearing. Her light pink tank top that ends right underneath her breasts, and the skimpy matching shorts leave nothing to the imagination. Her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail, and I’m hypnotized by her swaying bottom as she begins to walk in time with the machine. I recap my bottled water as I start to walk towards the machine next to hers and step up onto the platform. I place my towel over the front bar, my water in the holder and turn it on. As I begin to walk in time my eyes shift over to her and notice she’s oblivious to me with her iPod ear buds in place. She leans in pressing another button and her machine becomes faster, and she starts to jog. I follow suit and quickly we are running in time with each other.

We’d been running for about twenty minutes when out of the corner of my eye, I see her head turn my way. My head turns to her. I wink and smile, causing her to stumble. Quickly, I jump from my machine and barely catch her before she hits the floor. Both of us are breathing heavy, sweat pouring from our bodies as we sit on the floor with my arms around her. She’s looking up at me with a glint in her eyes and her lips open slightly.
Fuck! I want to kiss her so badly right now.

“Oh! Oh, sorry. I, um… I’m not sure what happened,” she stutters as she tries to get up from my lap, but I’m liking her just where she is so my arms tighten around her. She presses against my arm and my chest as the look on her face moves from surprised to stubborn. “I’m fine now. You can let me up,” she says through gritted teeth. Defeated, her body stops struggling. She crosses her arms, lifting her breasts up a notch and gives me the most divine smirk. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing but I’m not interested. I have too much going on in my life to play games and buddy, I’ll win. You can count on that.” I clamp my mouth shut, trying not to smile. She’s so damn cute. All she’s doing is making me want her more, but she’s oblivious. I like that.

My cock is not helping me by twitching at her words, and I’m sure it will be an embarrassing display when I stand. “This is no game, Angel. I believe I’ve made it quite clear that I want you. So stop struggling and just give in to me.” My eyes widen as my brow raise. I can see she deflates and is possibly giving up. “Go out to dinner with me tonight.”

“Why? Why am I so important?” Her eyes look up and down the parts of my body she can see from my lap until her eyes reach mine again. “You look like you could have anyone you want. Why me? What’s in it for you, well, except the obvious?” That fucking smirk of hers is going to get her tossed the other way over my lap and her cute little bottom spanked.

My face contorts into concern and heartache for this sexy woman. She has no idea how special she is. No idea. “Why can’t you believe that I want to know you? Yes, it’s obvious that we have a sexual connection.” Her eyes widen and her lips part. “Yes, I felt it too. Why don’t you think any man wouldn’t be a lucky son of a bitch to know you as a person? Are you that sure no one wants to know you, that someone wouldn’t want you for anything other than sex?” She begins to struggle again, pushing against me with all her might, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. My arms tighten once more, and I know we are making a spectacle of ourselves on the floor in the gym, but I don’t give a shit. Finally, she tires out and relaxes again. I release one hand brushing away some of her long hair that escaped from her ponytail. “Ok, now. Stop all this. I just want dinner. That’s all. Nothing more. For now. You have to eat sometime, right?” Her eyes look up at me from under her long lashes as she shrugs her shoulders. “Good. You know I know where you live and you know Amber will let me into the building if you don’t.” I get a really cute smirk for that one. “Good. Now that we’re on the same page, I’ll pick you up at six o’clock sharp. Wear a lovely dress, but I’m sure nothing will do your beauty justice.” I release my hold around her, but my hand takes hers to help her stand. She turns abruptly, retrieves her water bottle and storms off to the ladies locker room. Tonight should be interesting.

Once I finally get home, I take another cold shower and get dressed then do a bunch of paperwork in my home office. When it’s only half an hour before I leave to pick her up, I start to get anxious as I pace the floor in the living room. My phone begins to ring, and I take it out of my pocket, rolling my eyes.
What in the hell does she want?
“Yes, Tabitha. What is it now?” After twenty eight years, you would think I’d be used to my half-sister calling me constantly, but I’m not.

“Oh, my God, bro! What the fuck? I’m just calling to ask what’s up with this sexy chick you’re stalking. She’s beautiful by the way, classy yet girl next door kind of,” she says in her normal one breath analogy.

Stopping my pacing I let out a deep and exasperating breath and sigh. “You’ve got your own stalking tendencies. Call Stan off and leave me alone. You know you’re just going to piss me off.” My pacing picks up again as the annoyance fills my head. “Besides, there’s no reason you need to know all of MY business and you know it.” Now I’ve stopped again, my fingers pressing against the bridge of my nose as a headache begins.

“Knoxy, come on. You know I’m only concerned for you. After all the times mom…”

“Stop! I do not want to talk about your mother ever again. You know it only dredges up bad memories and makes me want to hurt someone.” My fingers press harder against my nose as memories invade my thoughts. “Now, do you have something pertinent to tell me or did you just call to get me in a horrible mood before my date?”
Shit! That’s something she didn’t need to know.

Silence. Sometimes silence is not golden it only leads up to the inevitable. “WHAT? Oh, my God! Knox, you’re going on a date, like a real live date? Is it with the sexy lady? What’s her name anyway?” she blurts out again in one breathe. Damn, she has some lungs on her.

Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. What was I thinking? I don’t want to stand her up, but maybe I should go to her apartment and make some excuse.

“Knox! Don’t you dare bow out of this now! Knox! I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to rationalize it. Stop it! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought up the past. I’m sorry, just please, please go on your date.” She’s almost screaming in my ear. My forehead is sweating and all of a sudden I can’t breathe. “She must be really special for you to want to take her out, for you to want to be with her besides… You know besides…”