Tyler smirks, and takes my hand again. "Well, that 'thing' makes you look like a Hollywood A-lister."
I feel heat rush to my cheeks again, and as the check comes, Tyler takes out his credit card. He sees the look of concern on my face and shakes his head, smiling. "No worries, the card's good until I get my first paycheck from the Fighters.”
"I don't know . . . a walk maybe?" I say, and Tyler smiles. "Not too far though, my feet will die in these heels if I go far."
"Then we'll keep it short," Tyler says, offering his hand. I take his arm again, and we stop at the front register to sign the bill and then he leads me outside. It's a perfect night, too, with not a hint of clouds in the sky and just a light breeze kissing away the warmth of the day.
"That was a great dinner," I say thankfully as we turn the corner. "I haven't had such a good time in . . . well, I can't remember."
"I enjoyed it too. You know, your point about hockey caught me off guard, I didn't think about how those guys are going to be so much more popular than I will."
"You're taking it in stride though."
Tyler laughs and gives me a look that turns my knees to jelly, it's smoldering and sexy and just . . . damn! "I didn't say I like it, just that I accept it. Besides, I'm not looking for attention."
"What are you looking for?" I ask, and Tyler stops, his eyes telling me exactly what he's looking for. Magically, our bodies come closer, and I feel like I'm in a dream. I can feel the warmth of his body through his suit, and I put my hands on his chest, my heart racing as I look into his eyes. With my heels on, he's just the right height to . . . "I'm sorry Tyler, I can't."
Tyler, whose lips are only a finger's width away from mine, stops, his voice low and soft. "Stop what? That I want to kiss you? What's wrong with that?"
"We shouldn’t. We work together, and I need this job,” I protest, forcing my legs to take a step back even though every bit of me wants to keep going forward. "Please . . . just take me back to the hotel."
I realize what I just said, and swallow, my face already turning red. If I was just going to this, why’d I even come to begin with? “I mean, to my car. I just can't."
Tyler considers me for a moment, and I can feel his hands on my arm and waist, and I know that if he pulls, there's nothing I can do to stop him. He's so strong, and half of me wants him to pull closer, to kiss me and take me . . . to just take me. But instead, he relents, a little smile on his face. "I can see it in your eyes, April. You don't want to say no, but you think you should. Well, I can respect that. A good quarterback knows when to be patient, and when to force the action. Come on, let's go get the car."
When I get home, I'm trying not to cry in frustration, my body is so torn. For years, I've dreamed of having a date with a man like Tyler . . . no, wait, with Tyler himself, and when I have him right there, in his arms . . . I chicken out?
"What the hell am I doing?" I whisper as I look at the sad, pathetic girl in the mirror, playing dress up with her costume. The heels that scream fuck me… the dress . . .
My phone rings, and I see that it's from Tyler. “Hello, Tyler?"
"I know what you're thinking right now," he says, and even through the phone the warm tenor of his voice helps pick me up. "I'm telling you right now . . . you looked beautiful tonight. That's no lie . . . you looked beautiful. I'll see you at the stadium tomorrow."
Tyler hangs up, and I feel like I'm floating again. I lean against the wall, my eyes closing in delight.
"You are beautiful," Tyler says, so handsome and debonair in his suit. The fireplace crackles, and I feel the warmth on the bare skin of my back. He comes closer, he hands coming to rest on my hips. "How could I have forgotten such a beautiful girl?"
"It's been a long time," I whisper, my hands coming up around his neck. "There had to have been some in between."
"That doesn't make it right," Tyler says, pulling me closer. "But I'm going to make up for it now."
His lips find mine, and I'm lost in the warmth of his hands, his lips strong and seeking. His tongue touches my lips and I open up, our kiss deepening until we're sharing breath, his tongue reaching deep inside before he kisses down my throat, hot electric trails as he pulls the straps of my dress to the side, baring my body to him.
Naked, I feel soft and vulnerable, but Tyler reassures me. I turn back around, and I realize that Tyler's naked now too, his suit having disappeared. I don't care, the feeling of his skin under my fingertips wiping away any worries. Instead, Tyler pushes me back, until I'm pressed against the wall next to the fireplace, the warmth seeping through as he lifts my leg.
"This is a fantasy," I whisper, even as I feel the head of Tyler's cock nestle between my thighs. "This can't be real."