Chapter 31 Football Is a Dance of Seduction #2
“Can you walk or do you need me to carry you?” he asked me as I leaned into him.
I looked at his face to see if he was teasing me, but he looked quite serious.
For a split second, I wanted to tell him that I needed him to carry me.
I wanted to start limping and moaning and making out like I was really hurt, but I didn’t.
And not because I’m above faking an injury to get close to a guy, but because I knew it wouldn’t be believable.
He’d seen my injury. I had scraped the skin off of my knee and it was bleeding.
It wasn’t a serious injury. Yes, it stung a bit, and yes, I was feeling slightly woozy, but I wasn’t in need of him carrying me.
At least, not because of the injury I’d sustained.
If he were offering to carry me into his bedroom, I would have had a completely different answer.
“I’m fine. I don’t need you to carry me.”
“Pity,” he said softly and I looked over at him in surprise.
His face still looked serious and I wondered if I had imagined him saying those words.
We walked towards his car in companionable silence, and I enjoyed the feeling of his warm body next to me as he led me across the field.
“I know I told you I wanted to talk to you, but you didn’t have to injure yourself to get my attention,” he said as we reached his car.
“I didn’t,” I said smugly. “I don’t need to injure myself to get attention.”
“True, you don’t.” He laughed.
“What’s so funny?” My eyes narrowed as I gazed at him laughing down at me.
“I was just thinking about all the other ways that you draw attention to yourself.”
“Oh?”
“Like saying you want to be a lingerie model at Victoria’s Secret.”
“I never said that!” I shook my head. “Henry said that.”
“But you sure seemed happy when he brought it up.”
“What are you talking about?” I shook my head and got into the backseat of his car.
“It seems to me you want men to think about you parading about in lingerie.”
“No, I don’t.” I shook my head and watched as he slid into the backseat next to me. “Why would you even think that?”
“Maybe because that’s all I’ve been able to think about for the last week?”
“What? My conversation with Henry?”
“No, you goof.” He opened his center console and took out his first-aid kit. “You in lingerie.”
“Me in lingerie?” I breathed out and watched as he pulled up the leg of my pants again so that he could clean my wound.
“Yes, that’s all I’ve been thinking about for the last week.”
“That’s very bold of you to say.” I gasped as he placed the antiseptic lotion on my knee.
“Why?” He looked up into my eyes as his fingers rubbed against my skin.
“Because.”
“Because what?”
“Just because.” I moaned as his lips came dangerously close to mine. “What are you doing?”
“What do you want me to be doing?”
“Aiden,” I groaned, and he chuckled and moved back.
“I thought you liked kissing me. You liked kissing me last week.”
“I don’t understand you, Aiden,” I groaned and watched as he put a Band-Aid on my knee and leaned down to kiss it.
“All better,” he said and looked at me. “What do you want to understand?”
“What were the marks on Elizabeth’s wrists?” I asked quickly, the words darting out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“The marks on Elizabeth’s wrists?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “What marks?”
“She had red indents on her wrists,” I said. “I saw them. They looked like …” My voice trailed off before I could say the words ‘handcuff marks’.
“They looked like what?” He grinned and leaned towards me, his lashes looking longer then I remembered.
“You know.” I swallowed hard. How could I ask him what sort of relationship they had together?
“No, I don’t.”
“They looked like handcuff marks,” I said finally.
“Oh, really?” He smiled and licked his lips deliberately.
“Yes.”
“You’re asking me if Elizabeth had handcuff marks on her wrists?”
“I’m asking you if you’re seeing her, like, properly,” I said, no longer able to hold it in. “I don’t think it’s cool if you are seeing her and seeing me at the same time.”
“I’m seeing you?” he asked with a smirk and his eyes fell to my lips.
“Well, you know,” I said, feeling like a fool. Why had I said he was seeing me? He wasn’t seeing me. All we’d done was kiss.
“No, I didn’t know.” He laughed and pulled away suddenly and slid out of the car. “Come on.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me out to join him.
“I didn’t mean to say you were seeing both of us,” I mumbled as I stood next to him. The sunlight was blinding me, and I stared at his shoulder, instead of into his eyes.
“That’s good.”
“I mean, I guess you are dating her, but you aren’t dating me.”
“I am?” he asked.
“Well, aren’t you?” I asked and shifted my eyes to look into his. Aiden put his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.
“Do you want to be dating me, Alice?” he asked softly and my breath caught.
“I, uh, I …” I stammered, my face red and not just from the direct rays of sun on my skin.
“I liked kissing you the other night,” he said softly with a small smile and leaned down. “Did you like kissing me?”
“Yes,” I squeaked out.
“Good.” He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “You and me are having dinner tonight and we’re going to talk.”
“We are?” I squeaked out again, this time in a more indignant manner.
“Yes, we are.” He kissed me again, this time harder and for longer.
“You didn’t even ask.”
“I learned my lesson yesterday,” he said with his lips against mine. “I asked you if I could call you, and you gave me the run around. Today, I figure there’s no point in me just asking you. I need to tell you.”
“Well, I don’t know what to say,” I said breathlessly, my lips brushing against his.
“Just tell me what time to pick you up.” He sucked on my lower lip and tugged gently. “Actually, I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Oh.” My stomach was doing flips and I put my hands around his waist to stop myself from reaching down to grab his ass.
“Be ready.” He laughed and pulled my face towards him and gave me one deep, hard kiss before pulling back.
“Or what?”
“Or you’ll see.” He winked.
“You going to punish me?” I asked lightly, and he just laughed.
I saw the others waiting for us in the field and so I started walking towards them.
I wondered if they had seen us kissing and if they had, what were they thinking?
I sure hoped Elizabeth didn’t think that she had anything serious with Aiden.
I sure hoped that they didn’t have anything that would prevent me from working my magic.
I also hoped that they hadn’t kissed or had sex.
Though I didn’t want to ask. I didn’t want to know if they had, only if they hadn’t.
And how did you ask that question knowing that one of the answers had the potential to break your heart?
“I can’t wait for tonight,” Aiden said from behind me and I jumped as I felt his hand lightly tapping my ass.
“Hey!” I turned around and glared at him. “What was that for?”
“I was just answering your question,” He said and ran ahead of me. My heart thudded as I realized that tonight might involve a lot more than just talking.
Seduction is like a dance. You have to move in time, at the right moment, and just let yourself go.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
I looked sexy. Or as sexy as I could look without having a professional stylist and makeup artist at my beck and call.
No one can ever say I’m a quitter. Nope, not me.
When Aiden asked me if I wanted to get dinner, I thought I was going to faint.
And I mean that quite literally. My body felt weak and my heart was racing.
I could hear the humming of birds in my ear and everything in my world was bright and wonderful.
All because Aiden asked me to dinner. I know, I’m a bit of a sad case, but that’s what it’s like when a guy you like asks you out. It’s magical. Absolutely magical.
I grabbed my handbag as the clock on the wall turned to eight and then I stopped for a few seconds to make sure I was ready.
Red heels. Check.
Sexy underwear. Check.
Handcuffs. Check.
Aiden waiting for me naked in his large king-sized bed with nothing but a sexy smile on his face.
I hoped that would be a check real soon.
Like tonight soon. I was so excited I could barely contain myself.
I checked my handbag to make sure I had my box of condoms (I wasn’t going to let protection be the one thing that prevented me from getting down and dirty tonight).
I had my red lipstick that matched my heels perfectly.
I had some strawberry lipgloss. I had a small bottle of Vera Wang’s Princess perfume because it made me smell divine.
I was going to spray myself with it again once I got to the restaurant because the scent never seemed to last long.
I had a pack of Altoids mints because I wanted to make sure I had fresh breath and I knew a good blowjob trick with Altoids in your mouth.
I also had my cellphone. Forty dollars in cash.
My driver’s license, in case I got carded when ordering my cocktails.
And I also had a small teddy bear that I always carried around with me.
It was a bear that Aiden had given me when I was a little kid and he had won it at a fair.
He probably didn’t even remember that he’d given me that prize, so many years ago, but I made sure to carry it with me everywhere.
It was one of my prized possessions. Sometimes when I was in bed, late at night and feeling lonely, I would grab that teddy bear and squeeze it and kiss it and hold it close and imagine that somehow it was making me close to Aiden.
It was a juvenile thing to do, but it was something that always comforted me.
“He’s here, Alice!” Liv screamed down the corridor. “I saw his car pull up.”
“How do I look?” I hurried out of my room in my short black dress and Liv whistled.