Chapter 12
Oliver Ferraz
I can see that crazy woman has already had too much to drink. She looks toward the dance floor, searching for someone I assume is her friend, but doesn’t find her. She sets her empty glass on a table and starts making her way down the stairs, struggling with every step. I decide to go after her.
Outside, the cold cuts right through me.
Alice has her phone in her hand, probably calling a rideshare.
I signal to the valet and he quickly arranges a car for me.
I walk up, take the phone from her hand, and she startles, her words coming out slurred.
Our car pulls up moments later. I open the door and tell her to get in.
She obeys without arguing, and I close the door, walking around to the other side.
“Give your address to the driver,” I say, and she does without complaint.
I notice she hasn’t put on her seatbelt, so I lean over to help her.
Her perfume washes over me—intoxicating, almost driving me crazy.
I fasten the buckle and settle back in my seat.
The driver heads to her address, and I realize she lives near my building.
When we arrive, I pay for the ride and glance over: Alice is asleep.
I tap her arm gently. She grumbles but opens her eyes, still confused. I’m going to have to help her get to the apartment. I get out of the car, walk around, and steady her.
“You don’t need to take me to the apartment…” she protests, stumbling.
“You can barely stand. I’m not leaving you alone.”
We make it to her floor. She opens the door and I walk in without asking permission. She throws herself onto the couch, exhausted and completely drunk.
“There, now you can go, Mr. Ogre.” She closes her eyes and sighs.
“Since when do I have a nickname?”
“Since I met you. Because you really are an ogre.” She gives me a sly smile, bold as ever.
The urge to kiss that mouth only grows stronger. I look around, trying to distract myself, and decide to make some strong coffee.
“Ahhh, Miss Alice, if you weren’t my employee, I’d show you how to respect a man. That mouth of yours is awfully bold.”
“Oh yeah? And how would that be?” she provokes, playing with fire.
“I don’t think you’d want to know.”
I hand her the coffee, but she pushes my hand away, staring at me.
“Show me. I want to see if you’re really that bold.”
She calls me bold. She has no idea how much. I sit down beside her.
“Won’t you regret it if I kiss you?”
“I don’t know… I’ve never been kissed before.”
I freeze.
“What do you mean you’ve never been kissed?!”
“Are you surprised? So… teach me. I’d love to learn from you, Mr. Ogre.”
After that, I don’t think about anything else.
I cup her face and press our lips together.
I start slow, a gentle kiss, but soon I deepen it, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
The taste of her mixed with alcohol is addictive.
I pull her onto my lap, my hands on the nape of her neck, holding her so she can’t escape.
Her mouth is soft, warm, made for mine. She moans when my fingers tangle in her hair. With every second, I feel my control slipping. My cock hardens, pulsing against her, and I pull her waist closer, as if I could fuse our bodies together.
I sink my teeth into her lip like an animal. She lets out a small protest, and I taste the metallic tang of blood. I snap out of it. And pull away suddenly.
Alice stares at me, startled, her lips swollen, begging for more. And all I can think about is ripping off her panties with my teeth and taking her right there on the living room floor. But I can’t. Not with her.
I lift her off my lap, set her back on the couch, and stand up.
“Hey, why did you stop? Was it that bad?” The sadness in her eyes undoes me.
I don’t say anything and turn my back, heading toward the door.
“Answer me! Wait! You know what? You don’t have to. Get the hell out of here.”
I turn to her, surprised. This woman is crazy. She’s the one who asked for the kiss, and now she’s throwing me out. I want to explain that I stopped out of respect for her, but I stay silent. If I speak, I’ll end up giving in.
I leave. The walk to my apartment is torture. The taste of her is still in my mouth, burning. I need to erase this from my mind. I can’t get involved. Not with Alice. I can’t use her and then toss her aside.
The weekend flies by. And then comes the day when I’ll have to face the mess I made. I hope she doesn’t remember anything. I, at least, am going to pretend nothing happened.