After a long cold shower I towel dry myself and tie my hair with another towel. I then wear my bathrobe, this time making sure that its tied properly. I don't want to take any chances.
"Layla if you don't get out of your room in ten minutes, no matter what condition you are in, I'm going to barge in." Adam shouts from the other side of the door and I know he is not joking.
He has done it many times. But this time it seems as though his threat has all new meaning to it. Very dangerous meaning which I think I am not ready to understand yet.
So I hurry towards my closet finding a pair of blue jeans which I pair with a baby pink shirt. Moving towards my underwear drawer I take out my white silk bra and matching panties. I quickly put everything on then jump in my jeans, lastly pulling on my shirt.
Just as I am about to close the bottom buttons of my shirt, the door opens. I jump a little in fright. I think I remember locking the door but I don't know how he managed to open it. I think I need to have a talk with him about privacy. He can't just barge in anywhere anytime.
My hand freeze in their place as his eyes racks over my whole body lingering on my curves for a little longer. His eyes then go to my stomach where my skin is exposed. All this while, I busy myself checking him out.
Adam is well built. He is a gym freak so he has that godlike body that no girl can ever resist. Not even me. I would like to have a piece of him but the only thing that stops me is that he has a girlfriend. She looks absolutely perfect. They are a perfect match. And from what I have heard from his girlfriend, Adam is a very compatible sexual partner. Understatement of the year.
"Your skin looks inviting but it was more irresistible with that chocolate flowing." Adam again winks at me while his mouth curve into a smirk. He seems to be smirking a lot today. His eyes are challenging me, maybe to say something on his bold comment, but I ignore him and close the buttons.
My body is reacting in a weird way which never happened before. Sure he is good looking and I have fantasied about him and me, and bed, and some activities before but it's like he is entirely different person now. And I don't want to involve myself in something that is not going to happen.
"Why are you here on my day off? You know I hardly get any free time and yet here you are disturbing my peace." I glare at him as I complete my ranting.
"I know that. That's the reason I'm here today. You need to meet someone. I'm taking you with me. Move your pretty ass out of the door." He says before turning around and moving out of the room.
Before I can rant again or even comprehend what he said, he is out of the door. I sigh and do just what he said.
We both get inside his car. For some reason I don't want to sit with him in such confined place. For goodness sake, he has a girlfriend and is my best friend, I shouldn't be having this sex filled thoughts about him.
His attention is on the road so I take my time prep talking myself. I take a deep breath before releasing it and turning towards him. I figured I needed a distraction, so I decide to talk about his girlfriend.
"So, how is Vicky doing? I didn't hear about her for a while now."
He glance towards me, noticing my position before turning back towards the road.
"Ahh.. about that. You see, I broke up with her, a while ago." He says a little hesitatingly. And to say that I am shocked will be an understatement. After all, he is my best friend and I'm supposed to know about this because from the way he is saying it, I know it happened a little time ago.
I want to be mad at him but I am busy feeling a bit happy about it. Okay! May be more than a bit.
"Why am I hearing about it now and not a while ago when it actually happened?" I am trying really hard to pretend to be mad.
"Because you wouldn't give me the time of your day. I called you so many times, but the only answer I got was 'hey I'm a little busy, can we talk latter?', what was I suppose to do?" He sounds angry and I know he isn't pretending.
Now that he brought that up, I did ignore him. I was really busy but now I feel guilty.
I clear my throat to get his attention. When he looks at me I say, "Okay sorry, that was my fault. I'll make it up to you. So what can I do for you?"
He turns facing me, looking me right in the eye before speaking, "I can think of so many things that you could do, but I don't think you would like the idea of you being tied up naked in my bed with your sweet ass at the mercy of my hand."
With that said he leaves the car, leaving me all hot and bothered and very, very sticky between my legs. It doesn't even register in my mind that the car is already parked.