“Sarah.” Katy’s voice sounded odd. “Some guy is here saying he’s your fiancé.”
“What?” I sat up. “My what?”
“Your fiancé.” I heard Harry’s sultry voice behind the door and threw my hands up to cover my breasts.
“Harry? What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for our date.”
“But it’s still early,” I muttered and my eyes widened as Katy slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
“Sarah, this is the guy you’re going on a date with?” Katy’s voice was filled with disbelief as she whispered. “Why is he calling himself your fiancé?” She sounded confused. “And I thought he just graduated from college?”
“It’s a long story.” I sighed. I had conveniently forgotten to tell Katy I was seeing an “older man.”
“Okay.” Katy paused. “You’re not engaged, are you? After one night?”
“No, come on, Katy, you know me!”
“Sorry, but I’m confused.” She stared at me with narrowed eyes. “And how old is he? He looks hot, but no way is he our age!”
“He’s a little older.” I blushed. “I’ll tell you more later.”
“Okay.” She pursed her lips.
“Take Harry to the living room and I’ll be out in a sec.” I sighed and pulled the plug out of the bath and waited for her to leave the bathroom before I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. So much for a relaxing soak and some silly articles to get myself ready for the night. I opened the door and walked to my bedroom, muttering to myself about how mad I was. I opened my bedroom door and nearly dropped my towel when I saw Harry sitting on the edge of my bed.
“What are you doing in here?” I hissed.
“I asked Katy if I could wait in your room.” He smiled. “She’s a nice girl.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yes, she is. But why did you need to wait in my room?”
“I thought we’d have some fun before dinner.” He licked his lips, and I pulled my towel around me tighter.
“We’re not having any fun before or after dinner,” I said haughtily.
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You can resist this?” He pointed to himself and I rolled my eyeballs at him.
“I can more than resist you.” I flounced to my closet with my heart beating rapidly. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see the flush in my face. The flush that would let him know that I was lying and wanted to flatten him on the bed at that very moment. He was wearing khaki pants and a black Bob Dylan T-shirt and he looked hotter than I had remembered. He also had some stubble on his face that was more appealing than it should be. I wanted to rip his T-shirt off and feel the roughness of his stubble against the smoothness of my face and breasts. I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like rubbing against my clit. I moaned involuntarily and tried to banish his sexy image from my thoughts. There was no way I could have sex with him right now with Katy waiting for us in the kitchen.
“What are you moaning about, Sarah?” I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He had gotten off the bed and walked over to me. I felt his arms go around my waist and I struggled to clench the top of the towel to make sure that it didn’t fall down.
“I’m groaning because I have nothing to wear,” I mumbled angrily. “Oh.” My voice became breathy as I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and kissing their way down to my bare shoulders.
“I don’t mind if you have nothing to wear,” he growled into my ear and then he tugged on my towel until it went flying to the floor. “I don’t mind at all.” His hands moved up and caressed my breasts; he moved his fingers to my nipples and rolled them with his fingertips, squeezing them gently.
“Harry.” I leaned back into him and closed my eyes. I felt his hardness pushing into my butt through his pants.
“Yes, Sarah?” I could hear a chuckle in his voice.
“Nothing.” I squirmed in his arms. I wanted to move away from him, but I didn’t have the willpower. He turned me around to face him and pulled me, crushing my breasts against his chest. I felt his tongue worm its way into my mouth and I sucked on it eagerly, enjoying the minty taste of him.
“Now, now, Sarah.” He grinned down at me as he pulled away slowly. “As much as I’d love to ravish you right now, we really don’t have the time.”
“Huh?” I looked at him in confusion, my body groaning in rebellion. “I made reservations for dinner.”
“Oh.” I peered up at him in his casual clothes and frowned. “You don’t look like you’re dressed for dinner.”
“I’ve got clothes to change into.”
“Oh.” I shivered at the coldness of the room and he drew me close to him and rubbed my back.
“Get some clothes on before you catch a cold,” he scolded me and I wanted to retort back to him that he was the reason why I didn’t have any clothes on. “Unless you want us to warm you up in another way.”
“You just told me we didn’t have time,” I protested. He grinned at me.
“Well, I could always be convinced.”
“Whatever.” I pulled out a pair of panties and a bra and pulled them on before turning back to him. “How fancy is this place? Should I wear something casual or something sophisticated?”
“Whatever you want.”
“That doesn’t help me.” I moaned. “Men,” I muttered. “I would have thought that you being an older man would know a bit more about clothes.”
“You’re obsessed with age, aren’t you?” He laughed.
“No, I’m not.” I pulled on a navy blue skirt and a white top. “I’ve just never dated an older man before.”
“Well, you’re not dating one now either.” He shrugged his shoulders. It took me a moment to realize what he meant by that. He wasn’t saying that he wasn’t old; he was saying that we weren’t dating.
“Or maybe I should say I’ve never slept with a man with sagging skin before.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I know you may be looking for some sort of young trophy but I’m not really interested in the position. I’m not some blonde wanna-be who hooks up with an old fart like Hugh Hefner just to get into the Playboy Mansion.”
“No, you aren’t.” He looked at me pointedly, and I felt my body flush.
“You’re not exactly a Chippendale.”
“Would you like me to be?” He raised an eyebrow at me and cocked his face. “Is that your way of asking me to strip for you?”
“You wish.” I flattened my skirt and brushed my hair, groaning at the tangles that were resisting my stroke.
“Need some help?” He walked up behind me and took the brush from my hand. “You have beautiful hair.”
“Thanks.” I let him brush my hair softly, and it relaxed my nerves. I wasn’t sure why I felt so agitated and jumpy around him. He did something to me that I didn’t really understand. “Ow!” I cried out as he hit a knot of hair.
“Sorry.” He rubbed the top of my head. “Your hair is very long, I like it.”