Chapter Three - Surprise visit
Skyla
Brandon and I were still in the diner and had been for the last two hours, but it is getting late, and I should get home. I texted Kelsey to let her know I was okay but not sharing the information I was with her boss. If I didn’t let her know, she would have worried. She will still be at the event or out for drinks after.
“I should head back. It is getting late.” I say. I have enjoyed the last couple of hours with Brandon, just chatting and laughing, “Yes, you need to sleep.” I don’t understand why he thinks he knows what I need. I don’t want to get into it with him again because I am too tired, and I honestly don’t believe he is doing it out of badness as I first thought.
“I am exhausted. I am still recovering from my flight here.” I only arrived in Orlando yesterday morning, and it was close to a ten hour flight. I barely slept last night either, so that didn’t help.
“When did you arrive, and when do you leave?” he questions, “Yesterday morning, and I don’t head back to Scotland for seven weeks.” He smirks when I say seven weeks. Why is he smirking? I looked at him, raising my brow, but he didn’t speak a word, instead, he winks at me. Hmm, what is he up to?
“I will pay, and we can leave.” He suggests. Brandon goes over to pay, and I get organised, waiting for him to return, “Come on, beautiful.” He offers me his hand. I hesitate but then that stern look appears on his face, and I take it. I don’t know what it was about that look, “Good girl.” There is something about him speaking those two words to me it causes my stomach to go into knots.
He led us outside and drops my hand, slipping it around my waist, pulling me to his side and holding my hip tightly with his hand—Kelsey’s apartment is about a ten minute walk from where we are. I have been to visit a few times, so I kind of know my way around.
A comfortable silence falls between us. I focus on the beautiful night sky, the stars shining brightly. It is beautiful. I feel his fingers circling my hip. I close my eyes, drawing in my breath. His warm breath soon fans my neck, just below my ear. “Relax, kitten. Who knew my touch would make you so breathless.” His voice is low and seductive. A loud whimper escapes my lips, “Mmm, easy, Skyla. I don’t want you getting too excited.” Brandon chuckles, pulling away from me. Yes, it is for the best. I get myself together, walking a few paces ahead of him.
I am relieved when we arrive outside Kelsey’s apartment building, “We are here. Thank you for walking me home, for my coffee and cake. It was nice to meet you, Brandon. Goodnight.” I turn to rush inside. I don’t get far.
Brandon grabs me from behind, turning me to face him and pushes my back to the wall. I didn’t get a chance to speak because he came at me and claims my lips with his in a heated kiss. I moan at the contact, and his lips taste of scotch still even though he hasn’t had one for a few hours. I slip my arms around his neck, desperately pressing my body to his, in need of some sort of friction. Brandon cups my face in his hand, dominating my lips with his. He is arousing me. I could feel between my thighs throbbing and my underwear getting wet. I wasn’t the only one, though, because I can feel his erection against me.
I have never kissed a man after only knowing him for a matter of hours. I am completely lost in the kiss. Brandon’s free hand ran up the side of my leg, under my dress, rubbing my thigh as we continued. I had to part from him to catch my breath. We were both panting, and a heat is running through my entire body.
“Goodnight, kitten. I will be seeing you sooner than you think.” He licks his lips and walks away.
I stood there, a hot mess, trying to steady my breathing. A part of me wanted to go after him because I am now overly horny. He can’t just kiss me like that and leave. I am now mad too! I bring myself off the wall, my legs nearly buckling from under me. I steady myself and head inside. I need a cold shower to fix my issues. I know there are other ways to sort it out, but I don’t do that. I have never done it because I am not comfortable enough in my body, in my sexuality, for self-care in such a manner.
I go to the bedroom, which is mine for the summer and strip down. I set my pjs out on my bed and stroll to the bathroom, climbing into the shower. I squeal as the cold water hits me, but it is what I need. I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths until I feel my body calm and turn the water to warm.
My mind drifts to thoughts of Brandon. I have never met anyone like him. Everything about him is so damn sexy! I love his confidence, but I also feel he is the type of man an inexperienced woman like myself couldn’t handle. How could I take anything else if his kiss makes me so weak? I feel my excitement stir again, just with the thought of him. I need to snap out of it! I am sure I will never see him again, even if he said we would see each other.
I quickly get out of the shower, wrap a towel around me and return to my bedroom to dry off and get my pjs on. I usually have a lemon tea before bed, but tonight all I want to do is climb straight into bed, sleep and forget Brandon. I can’t have him distracting me, not when I am trying to write. I climb into bed, hoping sleep will take over quickly since I am exhausted.
I wake, feeling well rested. I had a great sleep last night. I check the time on my phone, nearly one o’clock in the afternoon. Christ, I didn’t mean to sleep so late. I saw a text from Kelsey she sent ten minutes ago.
Hey, I will be back in the evening. I didn’t want to wake you up to say goodbye. If you need me, call x
Enjoy whatever you are doing. I will see you when you get home x
I climb out of bed, in desperate need of some coffee. I start a fresh pot because Kelsey takes her coffee weaker than mine, so I need to make it stronger. I search for some food as it brews, but nothing appeals to me. I groan in frustration. I will look again or go out to get myself something. I pour a large mug of coffee, heading to sit on the sofa. I manage one sip before there is a knock at the front door. Kelsey’s probably been online shopping again, the girl has an issue, but she works hard and deserves to treat herself.
I unlock it, opening it, “Did you even check to see who it was?” a familiar, slightly annoyed voice asks, “Brandon, what are you doing here?” he was the last person I expected to see today. Why is he here?
“I have been sitting outside for half an hour, hoping Kelsey would leave,” “Why? And what would you have done if she didn’t leave?” I ask.
“I would have worked something out,” he answers, walking in. I sigh, closing the door behind us. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves before turning around.
Brandon looks me over and smiles, “Cute.” Oh, shit, I just realised I am in shorts, an old tee, my hair is an utter mess, and I have no make-up on. I must look like a treat, not, “Um, I just woke up.”
“Good, you needed the sleep. Have you eaten?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest. I shake my head, biting on my lower lip, “I had just sat down to a coffee.”
“With the coffee, again? You should be drinking more water, kitten,” he says firmly, “Coffee has water in it.” I answer sarcastically. Brandon raises his brow at me, not looking too impressed with my response, “Don’t be a smartass. Now, where is the kitchen?” I point in the right direction. Brandon took hold of my hand, leading me to the kitchen with him, “Sit, sweetness. I will make you some food.” He smiles.
“Yes, boss,” I mutter under my breath, “Did you say something?” he asks, and I shake my head, smiling innocently.
I still don’t understand why he is here. We only met last night, so I didn’t expect him to come to where I am staying. Isn’t that more of a third date kind of thing? I could question him, but strangely I don’t want to because a part of me likes him showing up to see me. He starts looking through the fridge and cupboards, “Do you like tuna?” he looks over his shoulder at me, and I answer with a nod of my head, “Okay. I will make you a tuna and cheese wrap with red peppers.”
Oh, it sounds good. I smile, “Sounds yummy.” Brandon starts making my food, and while he is distracted, I grab myself another coffee, “Do you want a coffee?” I am curious if he drinks coffee after lecturing me multiple times for it, “Yes, but only half a cup.” What is the point in half a cup of coffee? I will keep my thoughts to myself, though. I pour myself a full mug and half for him, sitting back down at the island. Brandon joins me, setting my plate down in front of me, “Thank you.” I smile.
There is a bit more on the plate than what I usually eat for lunch. The wrap is packed, there is a large portion of a side salad, plus crisps. It did look good. I take a bite, making sure not to groan since it got to Brandon last night when I did.
“How is it?” he asks, “Great! Though there is too much, do you want half if not it will just go to waste.” I don’t like wasting food, “Sure, why not.” He smiles.
I take a bit of kitchen roll, placing half of the wrap on it and slide it across the table to him. A silence fell between us as we ate. I study him from the across the table. He is too damn handsome for his own good, another reason which makes me wonder why he seems interested in me.
“You are staring, kitten. What is on your mind?” he questions, glancing up at me, “Um, nothing. Sorry.” I blush, turning away.
“Thinking about how attracted you are to me?” he smirks, “Stop being so smug,” I huff. I hate how well he can seem to read me.
“All you have to do is tell me you want me, and I am all yours,” he replies matter-of-factly. I take a bite of my food, completely avoiding his question.
I don’t ask for things I want, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell him I want him. Brandon laughs loudly, taking a bite of his own food, “You will share your truth eventually, angel. They always do.” He says after finishing his mouthful of food.
“You keep telling yourself that,” I snicker, “I will.” He winks.
It is going to be an interesting day if he plans on sticking around.