“Yes, I dare. I told you before, I get what I want.”
The band announced they were taking a break. “If you think I'm easy, I'm not. You'll have to work for it if you want it,” she said. “Fetch me a drink.”
“Fetch your own drink. Who do you think I am?” he replied. “Work for it,” he scoffed. “I've never heard such shit.”
He did what he often did when faced with women who were high and mighty. He moved away and started to talk to other people. It worked every time. Soon he felt Amy staring at him. He knew exactly what she was thinking. She was pissed that he'd dared to leave her side. He'd seen her type before. She was one of those beautiful women men flocked to with their tongues hanging out like thirsty dogs. She'd been conditioned, by men's own ridiculous behavior, into thinking she could get whatever she wanted by simply fluttering her eyelids. Well, not with him.
He smiled to himself when she reappeared by his side a few minutes later. “Oh, it's you. Miss me, did you?” he said.
“You're such a cocky asshole.”
“So why don't you go and talk to your friends then?” he said nonchalantly.
“Dance with me again,” she said.
Outside in the street, Alberti kept glancing at his watch. Christian had told him he'd bring her to him around 3 p.m. It was 5 p.m. and there was no sign of him. There were a number of people sitting outside the cafe on the other side of the road, and Alberti was more than tempted to join them.
“Fuck it,” he said. He got out of the car, walked across the road, and ordered a double vodka.
“Are you ignoring me?” Madison said as she and her new husband danced by.
“No, I'm just...”
Madison winked at Amy as if to say, I know exactly what you're doing.
Amy didn't want to talk to anyone. She didn't want to stand around, chatting idly, when she could be in the arms of this handsome man, whose scent was so wonderful. He was the kind of man she'd found impossible to find so far in her life. He was a man who told her what to do, and that made her feel calm.
They danced until Amy's feet hurt, and then they sat at the bar and flirted some more. It had been dark for a couple of hours, and some of the guests were beginning to leave. As they spoke, Christian noticed Amy touching his leg from time to time. That was his signal.
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand.
“To where?”
“To my place. I want you,” he whispered.
She stood up and followed him. “I've got a driver somewhere,” he said when they reached the street. “There's the car. Where the fuck is he?”
Alberti saw them from his place in front of the café and stood up. Christian heard the crash of someone knocking glasses over and looked toward the café. “Shit,” he said when he saw Alberti sprawled on the ground. He walked over to him, picked him up, and punched him. Alberti flew across the road and landed in front of their car. Christian picked him up and once again hit him. “You were supposed to wait for me, not get drunk in some café,” he exclaimed. Alberti was too far gone to answer.
“Stop it, Christian. Everyone's looking,” Amy said.
“Fuck. Get in the car,” he said to Amy.
Christian got the keys from Alberti's pocket and left him lying in the gutter. After three-quarters of an hour, they reached the narrow road that led from the freeway to Oaktree Lodge.
“This is a bit remote, isn't it?” Amy said.
“I don't like people too much. I prefer to live out here,” he replied.
Amy wondered if anybody ever came down this road except him. It wasn't just narrow, but also bumpy, and she was beginning to feel a little car sick. She was relieved when they stopped outside what appeared, in the dark, to be a log cabin.
*****
As soon as they were inside, Christian reached for her. He pulled her to him and kissed her. She leaned against the wall just inside the door and felt him push against her. The thin material of her dress did nothing to hide how hard he was. She was flattered that such a handsome man wanted her so badly.
“You're keen, aren't you?” she said.
“I've been looking at you all night. I'm horny as hell now.”
“But I couldn't leave any earlier,” she said.
“Sure. I'm just telling you why I'm so keen to fuck you.”
“I can feel how much you want it,” she said. Her hand slipped down and caressed his length as it strained against the inside of his pants. He pulled her from the wall and took her to the bedroom. When he turned on the light, she blinked. The room was big enough for a double bed and a wardrobe, and it had a window that she assumed looked onto the forest behind the cabin.