Whatever She Wants

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AJ and Jordan are on vacation in Barcelona, Spain and have an adventure that will define their relationship moving forward.

Erotica / Romance
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Chapter 1

The drink sloshed as it was slid across the bar top. I jerked back instinctively, but it only spilled over a little. Before I could figure out how to ask for a napkin in Spanish without knowing the word for napkin, the bartender was already onto his next order. I picked up the glass and held it out from myself as I took a sip, trying not to drip on myself.

It was probably the first time I’d ever been glad that a bar was packed. The distractions came easily.

Just a few feet away, a group of friends were looping arms around one another and holding up their drinks to pose for a picture. Someone shoved into the girl taking the photo just as the group yelled something that sounded like, “Whiskey!” Much laughing and yelling ensued.

I turned to Jordan, to see if he’d noticed it, too. But he was looking the other way. I followed his gaze to a couple who were all over each other, making out in a way that looked like they were trying to swallow each other’s heads. I tried to look away, but I found my attention getting drawn back when I tried. I watched as the guy squeezed his lady friend’s ass, holding her hips against his and grinding himself against her, and I felt a warm tingle, squeezing my thighs together instinctively.

Jordan’s expression was inscrutable when he turned back to me, but I knew what he was thinking. Before he could say anything, I asked, “Do you feel like dancing?”

“Yeah, maybe in a bit,” he answered, dismissively.

I took another drink, looking down at my glass. It was already down to mostly ice after just a couple sips. “Shit…”

Jordan smirked.

I laughed back a little, happy to have him teasing me, his mood lightening a bit. “I’m spilling and drinking faster than the bartenders can pour, apparently.”

He shook his head. “I think he spilled ten euros worth on the bar when he passed it to you.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, just about.”

“Do you want another?” Jordan asked, looking hesitantly back at the crowd packed around the bar.

I felt bad. “Maybe the bar in the back is a little less busy. Do you want to go check it out?” I asked, already turning to go.

“No, Lis, just wait… Look, are we just going to pretend our conversation from last night never happened?”

Fuck. I stalled, trying to formulate an escape plan. Taking a big gulp from my drink. Jordan watched and waited for my response. Finally, I shrugged. “No… But it’s a little loud in here to continue it now, don’t you think?”

“Let’s go someplace else, then,” he suggested immediately.

I scoffed. “We just got here! And this place is supposed to be really fun! It has four and a half stars on Tripadvisor!”

Jordan shook his head and started to object again.

That’s when I saw a couple getting up from a table about ten feet from where we were standing. “Ooh! Come here, look!” I yelled, grabbing his arm and pointing, not waiting for a response before I started dragging him over.

I just barely edged out a couple of guys who were also eyeing the table as I practically jumped onto one of the stools. The couple before us had left their empty glasses, so I just slid them over against the wall, not knowing when a bartender or waitress would have a chance to clear them away.

“I thought it was too loud in here for a conversation?” Jordan objected, coming to stand beside my stool.

I looked back at him warily and shrugged. “You said you weren’t ready to dance…”

He looked back at me, pointedly. After a beat, he sighed. “Fine,” he conceded. “I’m gonna go find the bathroom and then get us another round.”

“Okay…” I said, looking around and gauging the likelihood that I’d be able to hold the table and both stools by myself. I stretched my legs out under the table to the other stool and tugged it closer with my feet before resting them on the bottom rung. “If anyone tries to take this stool, they’re gonna have to take me with it!”

Jordan smirked in spite of himself, shaking his head as he turned to make his way through the crowd and across the bar.

I decided to people watch while I waited for him to come back. I caught snippets of yelled conversations in Spanish over the thrumming bass of the music. It was loud enough to make the wall next to me feel like it was vibrating, but the vibe was a lot of fun.

I noticed that the crowd at the bar seemed to be growing, so I texted Jordan. “Maybe order us each a couple drinks this time, if you can carry them. Or some shots? Maybe they’d give you a tray… You can say, ’Tienes una bandeja,” I provided, after a quick Google search.

I got lost in my phone after that, until my scrolling was interrupted by a voice on just the other side of the table.

“Está ocupado?”

I looked up from my phone to see a guy smiling and gesturing to the stool that my feet were guarding. “Uhhh…” I stalled, scrambling to translate my response. “Si… es ocupado, pero…”

“Do you speak English?” the guy asked, in an accent that sounded American, too.

I laughed and confirmed. “What gave me away?”

He shrugged, smiling kindly. “Mostly the panicked look on your face. I know that look, well.”

I laughed back and nodded, feeling a heat rising in my cheeks from his smile.

“So… this seat’s taken, then?” he asked again.

“Oh!” I forced myself to shake off the thought, literally shaking my head a bit. “Yeah, sorry… My friend is just at the bar.”

“No worries,” he smiled back. Then, instead of moving on, he took a step closer. “I could help you hold it until she gets back. And, you know, hang out in case you need any more expert translation help…”

I felt my eyebrows arch involuntarily. “Expert, huh?”

“Oh, yeah…” he confirmed. “I’ve already been here for like a week, so… I think I have the language all figured out.”

“Sounds about right,” I joked back, with an eye roll.

“Seriously. Ask me to translate anything.”

I gave him a doubtful look, but decided to play along. “Okay… What’s this song about, then?”

He piqued his ear up to listen more intently, focusing on deciphering the lyrics through the insane bass and club noise. Then the song switched to a verse in English, and he unsuccessfully hid a smirk as he made a show out of pretending to translate. “Ah, okay. So this part is saying, “Everytime you leave, there’s only one thing that I know… You want me to stay and I won’t…”

I couldn’t help laughing, shaking my head. “That’s… amazing.”

“Right?! I don’t know, I feel like I must’ve been born with a rare ability to just pick up languages instantaneously. It’s a special gift.”

“There’s definitely something special about you…” I joked, finishing the last sip of my drink. Swishing around and playing with the ice cubes with my straw.

“Looks like you could use a refill,” he offers.

That’s when I realized that Jordan had been gone for quite a while… “My friend was supposed to be getting me one…” I replied, looking towards the bathrooms, then scanning around the bar from there. I did a double take when my eyes caught on Jordan’s orange baseball cap at the bar. He was just standing there, drinking and… watching. His gaze felt intense, even from a distance.

“Did she get caught up at the bar?”

I looked back at the guy standing across the table from me, not quite sure how to process what was happening. “It seems like he did.”

His smile dropped perceptively when he heard that my friend was actually a guy. But he recovered quickly. “I could hold the table for you, if you want to go try to catch up with him…”

I just looked back at him, appreciating the kind offer. “Hang on… let me just text him to see what’s going on…”

Then I took my phone back out to text Jordan, “Are you ever coming back, or just abandoning me for the bar?”

“I’m Ben by the way,” the guy in front of me offered, pulling the stool out to sit down.

I managed to retract my feet just in time. Then, I looked back up and noticed that there was something that kept drawing my eyes back to his… something that felt like a physical sensation whenever he looked at me. Sure, he was attractive, but it was something more than that. “Alisa,” I replied.

He smiled. “That’s a pretty name. Where are you from?”

My phone vibrated with Jordan’s return text and I looked down to read it, reactively.

“I’ll come back if you want. Though your new friend doesn’t seem like he’s done talking with you.”

Fuck. I read Jordan’s message twice, but couldn’t let myself accept what I thought I was reading, between the lines. Is this how he was going to handle my avoidance, then?

“Everything okay?” Ben asked, once I’d gone a few moments too long without answering his question.

“Yeah, sorry,” I lied, turning back. “I’m from Ohio originally, but I’m living in New York now.”

“Oh wow, that’s awesome. In the city?”


“Which do you prefer?”

I shrugged, feeling a bit distracted. “I guess Ohio still feels more like home, but I’ve been having fun getting to know New York..”

“Yeah, I bet,” he answered. Then, after a pause, “I’m from Vancouver, if you were wondering.”

I looked back at him and smiled, blushing. “Sorry. I’m a little distracted trying to figure out what the hell my friend is up to…”

Ben looked over to the bar. “Which one is he?”

I pointed out Jordan, who just waved back at us, casually. “Apparently he’s giving us a chance to keep talking.”

Then, a waitress appeared out of nowhere at the table, delivering a couple of drinks and telling us in English that they were, “Courtesy of the guy in the orange baseball cap at the bar.”

Ben accepted the drink and thanked the waitress, laughing and holding up the drink to gesture his thanks to Jordan as well. “He’s a good wingman.”

I scoffed, reactively. “Something like that.”

Ben looked back at me as he took a sip from the new drink. “This isn’t some kind of trap, is it?” he asked, playfully. “Am I about to get my ass kicked or something?” He looked back to Jordan, sizing him up and thinking aloud that he could probably do it.

I laughed and shook my head. “No. I’m sure he’s just fucking around.”

Ben glanced back over at Jordan. “Is he just going to keep watching, then?”

Just then my phone buzzed with another text from Jordan. “I want to watch you make out with him.”

Fuck. I tried to cover up my shock, clicking my phone right off, but Jordan knew how to make me blush and squirm like no one else could. I could feel his eyes on me from across the room and found myself imagining him whispering the suggestion into my ear rather than texting it. I knew I was powerless to resist. So, I decided to be bold, looking back to Ben and blurting out. “Well, he knows I kind of… like that sort of thing.”

Ben looked back at me, eyebrows raised, a slight smirk forming in his lips. “Oh yeah?”

I could feel my blush deepening as I nodded, as if my face had gone up in flames.

Ben’s face was inscrutable. There was a pause long enough to make me start to second guess everything, feeling embarrassed. What the hell was I thinking? “I’m sorry… Just… forget it. God, that’s so embarrassing, I didn’t mean…”

“No!” Ben interjected. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to blow you off. I’m just trying to figure out… what you’re saying, exactly.”

I shrugged, looking away, aiming to come off as self-deprecating to make the whole thing slightly less humiliating. “I don’t know. I guess I was trying to be sexy, but clearly I’m just making a fool out of myself.”

“No, not at all,” Ben replied, his tone soft and reassuring. “Anyways, you know you don’t really need to try to be sexy, right?”

I looked back up at him and smirked appreciatively, feeling the flush returning to my cheeks.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked. “Your friend can watch, if he wants.”

I laughed a little, feeling the ridiculousness of the situation I was putting myself into. I looked back to Jordan to find him still watching. Waiting. I decided to just let go. “Sure.”

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