A Chance meeting |
Chapter 4 There was bright light in the room. Georgia opened one eye slowly and saw nothing but red hair. She sent a message to her hand to brush it out of her face. After a brief argument, it finally complied. The room wasnât familiar; it was light grey with white trim, clothes strewn over the dark hardwood floor. It wasnât Lenaâs and it wasnât her old town home. There was a stirring in the bed next to her and she closed her eyes again. The headache she knew she would have started. She always got headaches when she drank, it wasnât a hangover just a nuisance. She groaned a little at this tell tale of her age. The stirring was there again, his name was John, she told herself. She remembered that much, she didnât drink herself into a stupor last night, there were some fuzzy parts but she remembered everything except for a few details. She smiled. She also remembered that sheâd had a great time with a nice guy. He was innocent and surprisingly caring. She turned slowly trying not to disturb him. It was John all right, dark hair in complete disarray, looking even more innocent than he did the night before. She rolled quietly out of bed and looked for something to cover herself with, finding his blue checked shirt thrown near the foot of the bed, and left to find a restroom. After rinsing her face, wincing at a bite mark under her ear, and combing her hair with her fingers she felt like it was a small improvement. She went to find the kitchen, her stomach growling loudly. She walked around a corner and found the kitchen. Open and light with large windows. She felt a pang of jealousy; it was a gorgeous house - vaulted ceilings, hardwood, white trim, and large windows - though not big. There was some noise from the kitchen, she figured it was one of the other guys in the party waking in the same state she was. It was a long night ending some where early in the morning. Lena did join up with them to check on her and ended up staying the rest of the night with them making Dave, the groom to be, her primary target. Georgia entered the kitchen to find it empty. She opened the refrigerator to find something to drink and shivered as the chill ran up her naked body under Johnâs shirt. Orange juice would do for now she thought, and searched quietly through cabinets for glasses. She was reconstructing the events of the previous evening in her mind when a hand reached from behind her to open the correct cabinet door and produce a glass for her. She hadnât heard anyone come in. She turned her head slightly to say thank you and stopped short when she saw Chance. âGood morning legs.â âUm,â was all she said when she found him almost on top of her. âG-Good morning,â she finally said placing a few fingers over her mouth to help mask her morning breath. She immediately started racking her brain to figure out where heâd come from. âI can see youâre still trying to piece it all together, youâre eyes are going nuts.â He knew heâd taken her by surprise. Heâd been watching her as she strolled into his kitchen in his brotherâs clothes her long bare legs barely covered. Now he was watching those deep green eyes as they searched inwardly for some clue as to what was going on. âAh, there it is,â he said as she closed her eyes and he pouring some orange juice in a glass. âI see you met my little brother Johnny huh? And from what I heard you rather enjoyed itâ he took a drink and set the glass down getting back in the fridge producing tomato juice, vodka, Tabasco and all the makings of a Bloody Mary. She was rubbing her temples her brow appealing wrinkled. He imagined she had one hell of a hangover, especially if she had been out with Johnny all night. âOrange juice wonât do you much good. Sit down and weâll have a little hair of the dog. And quit blushing, itâs not like I havenât heard my brotherâs dates before.â He had definitely heard them. Imagining the whole time what it would have been like had it been him instead of Johnny sharing a bed with her. Those long legs ended somewhere in that shirt but he wasnât sure where. He could hear her cries of passion in his head still and could almost see them forming on her full soft lips. âIâm not hung over just getting old.â How true was that? She thought. She certainly felt much older that her early thirties right now. Why hard liquor affected her this way she had no idea, but she made a mental note never to drink that much again, but knew at the same time sheâd ignore it the next time. She sat down at the oak table and he caught him self watching her. She was very careful to make sure she kept herself covered, and rubbed her eyes. âDid I know you were here?â she yawned. âNo,â he said matter of fact pouring tomato juice. âYouâre friend Lena did though, and she was rather intrigued, and thoroughly approved. Apparently I have been the topic of recent conversations,â he said while he mixed ingredients in a glass. âYou and Johnny didnât waste any time heading away from the crowd. You didnât see me, but I saw you,â he winked at her. She sighed softly, and raked a hand through her curls. âI have to say I was surprised to see you here. Didnât think Iâd see you around hardly at all. We seem to run in different crowds.â âWell, Iâm sure we did.â âYeah, I heard about that too.â He set the glass in front of her, no garnish just plain red liquid. âLena was very helpful in that matter.â Lena had spent a good hour talking to him and explaining her friendâs situation. She had even threatened him bodily if he hurt her. He didnât put much weight in the threat. He didnât doubt she would, but they had been drinking and he knew although people were honest when they were drunk; there were also hollow threats and promises made. âDo I want to know?â âI wonât tell you now; Iâll need to keep something to tease you with.â âOh good,â she sighed. He laughed as she took a drink. âWas she honest? Or was she lying?â She wasnât sure how to answer that question. Of course Lena was honest it was the only thing she knew how to be. He made her feel like she was a teenager again with a silly crush, she finally decided to just own up. âHonest is what Leny always is,â she said with a sigh. He was leaning back in the wooden chair his grey pocket tee stretching across his chest revealing a toned chest and solid arms. He wore loose fitting faded jeans that had a rainbow of paint stains on them, and radiated full on sex appeal. She quickly checked her lust and continued. âI find you incredibly attractive. Cocky and brash. Sexy, honest and masculine. Everything I like in men you have. However,â she started when he broke into another confident smile, âfor over two years I have been living a life that someone else has wanted me to live. I have to remember who I am and how I want my life to go.â âListen Red,â He said leaning forward looking her in the eyes, âI donât want to get married, I donât want to live together. Hell, I donât even know if I want a relationship, I just wana have some fun. I think we can have that together. Why donât you hang with me the rest of the weekend, see what happens?â âWhat kind of fun do you suggest we have?â she said setting her glass on the table and leaning toward him. âI can only hope that it involves activities we can do with our clothes on. Iâm not so sure Iâm good at this one night stand stuff.â She grabbed her drink again. He laughed again. âIf thatâs what you want, thatâs the kind of fun weâll have.â He downed the rest of his orange juice. âAlthough itâs not the kinda fun I would truly like to have with you.â He scooted his chair closer to her. âLoud women turn me on,â he said quietly. She watched him over the rim of her glass and choked on her drink, and he laughed pounding her on the back. âDo you enjoy making me uncomfortable?â she finally asked once sheâd composed her self again. âYou blush so becomingly, itâs hard not to.â He watched as the rosy tint covered her from head to toe, as well as he could see that is. She kept tugging at the hem of her shirt trying to keep herself covered. He wanted to rip the thing open and send button flying, to see the curves he knew she was hiding. âHow old is John?â she asked interrupting his lustful thoughts. âTwenty-two.â âWow, heâs still a pup.â âYeah, I called him âOopsâ for the longest time. Well I still do when he pisses me off.â âThatâs mean.â âItâs the truth. I remember clear as day thatâs what pop told mom when she announced she was pregnant.â He hadnât been in the room but was listening around a corner as he usually did when his parents talked in hushed tones. âIâm surprised you are so close with the age difference,â she said smiling. She sipped a bit more of her drink. âWhat is the age difference by the way?â âThirteen. We werenât close for a long time. I was a built in baby sitter and didnât get to do a lot of the things that I wanted to because of Johnny,â he laughed again softly. âI got in a lot of trouble because of him too.â Heâd taken the poor kid on all sorts of adventures he shouldnât have been. âFor some reason that doesnât surprise me.â He smiled at her again. âYouâre gonna need a ride arenât you?â âNah, I got Lena,â she looked around. âIâll just have to find her.â âI think she crashed with Dave somewhere in the house.â She looked over his shoulder and could see one of her slender legs draped over the end of the couch, a toe ring catching the morning light. âThat doesnât surprise me,â she said setting her drink down. âSheâs a knock out.â âShe is,â Georgia said and jealousy flickered briefly through her, âbut she doesnât know it. Never has.â âIâve never been much for blondes though.â âYou were with one two nights ago.â âYeah, well letâs just say they get me into too much trouble and the majority of them arenât accomplished conversationalists. Not the kind of woman I see myself spending a whole lot of time with.â Georgia was though. She was real, honest and smart. He could tell just by looking in her eyes she was the type of girl. âI doubt Leny will spend much time with anyone. Itâs just not in her to settle down. Iâm not sure what it is but she just doesnât want commitment,â she said shifting in her seat and quickly readjusting the shirt to cover her. âSometimes thatâs better,â he said. When she shifted heâd caught a brief glimpse of where those legs did end, and to his surprise, felt his body react almost instantly. âWhat?â She said when he shifted in his seat trying to accommodate his arousal. âI think itâs time for you to go and get dressed,â he said offering her a hand up. She took it and he pulled her close, their bodies pressed together. She was hot through their clothes on his skin; her breasts were firm against his chest making his condition worse. âWhy?â she asked breathless, close to his ear. He was hard and it was pressed up against her belly. She was surprised and aroused at the same time. Sheâd spent another night imagining him on top of her stroking her body and making love to her. âWhat did I do?â âNothing on purpose Iâm sure. You seem a too demure to do something like that on purpose.â He knew she didnât do it on purpose, but couldnât help the reaction he had. Heâd fantasized almost every hour of the day about what it would be like to hold her against his body, to feel her want him as much as he wanted her. âWhat did I do?â she asked again and he heard the irritation in her voice. He knew she didnât know what she had done and his reaction had taken her by surprise. She didnât know what she had done to create this kind of a reaction from him. Heâd been very relaxed and in control of himself. Then it clicked. She was sure that all her efforts to keep herself covered failed. Finally, he heard her laugh quietly and say, âNo, I donât color my hair.â |