He handed her his tie while they walked, so he could put on his jacket. She slipped it over her head, smoothing her fingers over the silk. He wasn't saying anything, and she wondered if maybe sex in a restaurant wasn't anything new for him. It certainly was for her. She couldn't even believe she was walking around without any underwear on.
“You work in this place?” Katya asked after they'd walked for about three blocks and he turned towards the parking garage for a large, imposing looking office building.
“I own this place. Our offices are on the top floor,” he told her, then he put his hand on her back and guided her through a security door into the garage.
“Must be an amazing view,” she sighed.
“I'll have to show you sometime.”
Wulf didn't seem to be the biggest talker. Conversation had flowed between them during both their dinners, but it was like when he was done, that was it. Time to talk was over. She was stuck feeling like maybe she should fill the silence.
“Have I mentioned how much I love your car?” she said after she was seated in the Mercedes again. He glanced at her as he pulled out of his parking spot.
“No, do you?”
“So much.”
“You're not one of those girls who needs a man to have a nice car to be worthy of her, are you? I don't have patience for that,” he said. She shook her head.
“No, I've never cared about what kind of car a man drives. But this isn't a car, Wulf. This is art. Sex on wheels,” she explained. He snorted at her, but as they pulled onto the street, his hand moved onto her thigh.
“Sex on wheels, huh,” he finally said after they'd driven for about five minutes in silence.
“It's just so sleek and smooth and … sexy,” she laughed, running her hand over the curve of her door. “You have to take the top off for me sometime.”
“I'll see what I can arrange. So tell me something,” he started.
“Anything.”
“This other guy you see – would you fuck him on a table in a restaurant?” he asked. She was a little shocked at his bluntness, but then realized she'd better learn to expect that, if she was gonna be the kind of chick who shoved her panties into men's pockets.
“Uh,” she stuttered a little. “I don't know. It's not like I planned on doing that with you.”
“Hmmm.”
She chewed on her lip and it felt like his hand was going to burn a hole through her leg.
“To be honest,” she couldn't stop herself. “If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't have done that with you.”
“Really. Interesting.”
His tiny vocabulary was driving her insane.
“Yeah. Until this week, I was like a three-dates-minimum-before-kissing kind of girl. It was like I just couldn't be that person anymore, then I met him, and he told me I didn't have to be, so I guess I'm not,” she tried to explain.
“Well, then. I guess lucky for me you met this guy.”
“Yeah, lucky you,” she mumbled, staring out the window.
They rode the rest of the way in silence. Katya spent most of it wondering about her choices. Sleeping with Wulf had seemed like a great idea while she'd been all hot and bothered. Now, she felt like maybe she should've made him try harder. He'd gotten what he'd wanted, so it was probably all over. Surprisingly, that's what upset her the most. The idea of not seeing him anymore.
“Tocci.”
The way he snapped her name, she realized he must have said it a couple times before getting her attention. She turned towards him and was surprised to realize they were in front of her building. She managed a smile and opened her door.
“Thanks for the date, Wulf. It was fun,” she said, and she meant it.
“Just a minute,” he stopped her.
“What?” she asked, her heart starting to beat fast.
“You're wearing my tie.”
She frowned as she looked down at herself, a little disappointed if that's all he wanted to say. But then his hand reached out and he gripped the material, pulling her forward. She practically fell into his seat, and when he kissed her that time, there was nothing slow and methodical about it. She had a feeling she was kissing the real Wulf for the first time. Those other times had been calculated. Planned and precise, just enough to make her beg for him. This kiss, though, was all for him. Lots of tongue, his fingers in her hair, pulling. Stinging. She gasped and he took the opportunity to suck on her bottom lip, biting down hard before letting her go.
“On second thought, keep it. It looks better on you. I'll be in touch, Tocci.”
She practically fell out of the car and had barely stepped clear before he was peeling out of his spot, his flashy white car disappearing into the night. It wasn't till she was inside the building that she realized he hadn't asked for her phone number, again. She sighed and took out her cell, wondering if she could google her way to his personal number.
She was surprised to see several missed text messages. One was from Tori, asking about the date, but the rest were from Liam. One was a close up picture of a taco, which made her laugh. The rest were generally dirty, filled with euphemisms, and teasing her about her date. When she got to her floor, she finally sent him a response.
You're awful, stop harassing me.
But it's so much fun! You took long enough to reply – how many times did you screw him?
Katya rolled her eyes as she shuffled into her apartment, fighting to kick her shoes off as she made her way back to her bedroom.
Why do you have to be so crass?
Oh, defensive. You definitely fucked him then.
I don't kiss and tell.
How about suck and tell?
You're so gross.
Just tell me one thing.
What?
When you came, did you make the same little whining sound you made for me?
THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER.
It's so hot, I swear. I can hear it my head right now. God, I'm so hard now.
Katya practically threw her phone across the room. She may have been working on expanding her boundaries and horizons, but she was not about to have phone sex with Liam, barely half an hour after she'd had actual sex with Wulf.
She took a shower, then put on comfy clothes before padding back into her room. She looked over her closet, glaring at her clothes. Normally, she liked picking out her outfits for the coming days, but now when she looked at everything, she just saw beiges and pastels. Boring. She made a mental note to go shopping. Having decided that, she went to sit on her bed, then jumped up when something hard jabbed her in the ass cheek. She'd forgotten about her phone, and she groaned when she saw four more missed messages from Liam. She thumbed open the screen and laughed at the last one.
I scared you off, didn't I? My sexual prowess is just too intimidating.
She smiled to herself and typed out a response.
Try too annoying.
She's alive! You can't leave me hanging like that. Do you have any idea how hot and bothered I am right now?
No, and I don't want to have an idea.
Please, you have to help me. I'm dying.
No.
I'll send you a pic.
If you send me a dick pic, I will block your number from my phone.
Please, you've probably got my dick committed to memory. I have something else in mind, it'll be really hot, I promise.
No. N-O, no.