XXIV
This man was the most beautiful man I'd seen in a while. And working as a waiteress for the roadside, junk food place that only opened during midnight, I had seen a lot of men, if it doesn't sound like much, I also work day time at Bavard Gaming Enterprise, home to only the hotties. In Mariana's words anyway.
His jaw was chiseled to the finest, it was like God held him gingerly while chiseling, paying great attention to the little details. It wasn't too much that he looked squared up, his jawline could cut wood in half because of how sharp it looked. He grew a stubble on his chin, and it was neat, like he trimmed it and took proper care of it, somehow I knew it feel great running softly up and down my stomach. I almost slapped my face at the thought.
The color of his eyes were a rich brown, it looked like coffee but with cream, it looked very delicious, and I knew I would get lost staring into those eyes.
This guy was a rare specimen, nobody heard of a guy being cute, handsome and hot all at once. And man was he tall.
I couldn't figure out what exactly I liked more, his lips or the eyes that I had to stop myself from commenting on. His lips were full and pink. It looked so soft I could already imagine it placing kisses all over me.
Then as if hit by a bucket of ice,
"What are you doing here?" I couldn't stop the disgust that crept into my tone.
His bushy eyebrows almost touched as his face scrunched in confusion. And somehow he only got cuter.
"Excuse me?" I was taken aback by his rich baritone, somehow I started to imagine him whispering my name in his throaty voice.
"This is the female restroom, and you're not a female, are you?" I beamed inside with pride as I managed to get the words out without moaning.
He blinked, his long lashes fanning his cheeks. Of course, the guy had to have a perfect set of lashes that every girl dreamed of.
"No honey, this is the male restroom." He said pointedly at the urinals.
The moment I saw them, the embarrassment that rushed over me was overwhelming, I had of course managed to embarrass myself in front of someone so hot.
"I am so sorry, I was running away from this guy and ended up rushing in here without thinking." I started to explain before thinking.
"It's okay, It's just me in here, I won't tell anyone you were here." I saw his eyes flitter to my tits. The fact that I found him extremely sexy and he found me sexy too- I mean if he looked at my tits, it must mean something. Right?
"Thank you so much. I uhm could not stay any longer, he was really creepy, looks like I'll have to stay here a while." My explanation was honestly uncalled for, but I gave it anyway,
He nodded but the look in his eyes was a look of pure desire. The pool of lust swirled in his brown irises. And for some reason I wanted him to throw me into the sink and take me however he pleased.
"So uhm, what's your name?" The question caught him off guard, and it did catch me off guard as well. I asked the question to get rid of my intrusive thoughts.
"Kennedy Russell.. Yours?" He offered.
"Clarissa Jones.." Lie. I heard the name outside the restroom before I entered. The way he had me feeling was scary, I didn't want to give someone who I just met, that made me feel like I have never felt before my real name.
What if he was a serial killer?
Well damn, he was already killing me right now, he was like a magnet. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
He took a step closer, and every nerve ending in my body craved him, a touch, a kiss, anything. Like he heard what I wanted him to do. Our lips met, not for a calm kiss, the kiss was rough, hungry, lust filled kiss.
Every fibre of my being was on fire, I had never had such an intense kiss in my entire life. It was like he knew just how well to kiss me.
His right hand grabbed my butt cheek, and that drove me nuts, the moan that came out of my was unexpected and long. But that just turned me on, I kissed him back harder.
Like my intrusive thoughts, he carried me and placed me on the sink. He started to pepper me with kisses, his plump lips covered every inch of my exposed skin, causing goosebumps to break out. He kissed down to my tits and the feeling was indescribable. I had been kissed on my tits before but this one was different, my tits felt like they were on fire and I couldn't handle it anymore.
The image of someone I had tried so hard to forget came back to me, it had started like this too, I called it 'chemistry' then. And look where it left me.
Self preservation lent me a hand, I pushed him off of me, I couldn't let it go further. I was as disoriented as the look on his face.
"What..?" His baritone voice whispered. It was so husky I was tempted to kiss him again.
Again, self preservation made me push myself off the sink. I had to get out of here. I told myself.
"I am so sorry, I uhm.." the explanation was as weak as it was measly, but I needed to say something, so he didn't go home feeling like shit.
"I don't understand, did something go wrong?" His confused expression made me want to plant a huge kiss on his forehead, unfortunately I had to bolt.
"It's uhm.. I have to go, I'm sorry." I wanted to tell him it wasn't him, it was me.
But like the coward that I am, I ran. Right outside the door I see Mariana, she was hammered but she knew it was serious as soon as she saw me.
"Let's go." Two words from her made me happy. My chest had already started to feel compressed.
On the ride back, she managed to get everyone, they were hammered and didn't understand what was going on, so they chattered on.
Me on the other hand sat there wondering how long he was going to keep controlling my life.