“Sure.” I reached into my shower and grabbed my body wash and took it to the other bathroom. It was much smaller, the water pressure wasn’t as good, and none of my stuff was readily available in there. I hated using that shower. How long was Holly planning on staying?
I pulled back the curtain, turned on the faucet and stripped down. My muscles were aching, and I was looking forward to a hot shower to soothe them from a hard day’s practice. We had a scrimmage planned for tomorrow, and I needed these next twenty-four hours to recover from all my hard work. I felt the water; it was hot, so hot I could barely stand it, which was perfect. I stepped inside, let the water roll off my shoulders and down my backside as it began cooling off quickly. Too quickly. I turned around and adjusted the temperature, still cold. Fuck, the girls ran me out of hot water!
I finished my shower with water that felt like ice on my skin, but inside I was steaming. “Is the bedroom clear?’ I yelled out into the hall. Holly called out “all clear” from the living room, so I wrapped my towel around my waist and made a quick dash from the hallway to my room.
Whitney was in the bathroom applying a coat of lipstick. She really did look amazing in that dress. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered in her ear, sneaking up behind her. I dropped my towel to the floor and pressed my damp body against hers. The excitement from her touch quickly sent blood rushing to my cock, which now was pressing against the deep curve in her lower back.
“Calvin, not now,” she squealed, turning in my arms. “Do you really like the dress?”
“Oh yes, but it would look much better on the floor,” I teased. She rolled her eyes but also smiled. I knew she liked my attentions, but I also knew she wouldn’t ruin two hours of primping for a quickie.
I kissed her softly on the lips and then let them dribble down to her neck where I teased her further with a sharp nibble. “Calvin,” she said, sounding exhausted. “I have to finish getting ready, and you need to get dressed.”
My erection was slowly dwindling as I reached down and grabbed my towel to cover myself back up. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Whitney asked.
“What?”
“Having Ace and Holly together,” she hissed, giving me a stop being such a guy look.
“Well, he may be out of her league,” I admitted. “From what I hear he’s a player, so she shouldn’t get attached.”
It was more than just hearsay, I knew from watching him in action, but I wasn’t ready to incriminate myself, so hearsay it’d be.
“I don’t want her getting hurt,” Whitney murmured. “I know you don’t care for her, but I do.”
Guilt twisted in my gut at her words. I did care about Holly; I just didn’t care for her butting into our life, like right now. “I do care for her,” I confessed. “But, I don’t understand why you had to bring her here.”
That look in Whitney’s eye returned; the one I noticed right after we made love this morning. “I’m sorry, I understand,” I said quickly so she wouldn’t lash out at me again. I wanted to have a good night, and hopefully, after tonight she would feel a little better about Ace.
I found a button-up shirt, a black one that looked good with my dark denim jeans. “Jeans?” Whitney asked, frowning at me.
“Yes, that’s what Ace will be wearing,” I assured her. Her eyes rolled, and a soft sigh escaped her lips, letting me know she wasn’t going to argue. I found a pair of nice black shoes in the back of the closet, slicked back my shaggy blond hair with a small amount of gel and splashed on cologne.
“Ready,” I announced.
See that? Ten minutes and I’m ready to roll. Two hours later and these girls are still making last minute adjustments to their face and hair.
“How do I look?” Holly asked, spinning in front of me to show off her new dress. It was nice, actually quite sexy, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “Beautiful,” I said and then turned to Whitney to give her my let’s fucking go! face.
We squeezed into the back of a cab and gave him the address to the restaurant Ace had chosen. I looked at my watch, felt the beads of sweat working on my forehead as the car halted to a deadlock of traffic. “Is there another route?” I asked. The cabby looked in the rearview mirror and smiled as he shook his head. Holly was rambling on about Ace, how hot he was and how much she liked him. She didn’t even know him.
Whitney was warning her that he was a player and continued telling her she could do much better. That really wasn’t true. Holly was cute, but she was a pain in the ass. Ace would be a huge step up from her past boyfriends, in my opinion.
Relief fell over me as traffic began to move again. The cabby turned down a side road and then zipped past the traffic through a one-way alley before pulling back out onto the street. The car stopped in front of a red bricked building with a white awning and red carpet lining the path to the door.
“Here we go, sir,” he said with a thick foreign accent.
I shoved a couple twenty dollar bills towards him. “Keep the change.” I was so fucking grateful to be out of that death trap.
Ace was on his phone outside the building as we exited the cab. “Hey, you guys made it,” he said as he shoved his phone in his pocket.
“Sorry, traffic was bad,” I explained.
“You’ll learn, hot shot. You want to get anywhere on time in this city, you leave a day early,” he teased.
Holly immediately left Whitney’s side and pushed her arm into Ace’s. Her smile looked frozen on her face, her lipstick so bright pink it nearly glowed under the bright lights outside the restaurant. “What is this place?” she asked.
“You’ll love it,” he replied, giving her no more details about what to expect once inside.
We entered a long narrow hallway that led to a small open room with only a hostess at the counter. Her lips pursed together tightly as she forced a smile. “We’ve already seated for the eight o’clock tasting,” she snapped with polite sarcasm.
Ace immediately moved forward. He leaned onto her podium and locked eyes with her. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but we had a long day at practice,” he said with his deep, drawling voice. “Anyway, if you could just make some room?”
Her lips parted, and her face relaxed, making her look much prettier than with her cold stare. “It hasn’t started yet. I’ll see what we can do,” she whispered in his ear and then disappeared through a set of double doors.
I’d never been anywhere with a starting time to eat. I was confused by her comment about the eight o’clock tasting, and looking at Whitney, it was obvious she was as well. She gripped my arm, leaned her head against my shoulder and let out a soft sigh. I loved how she made those little noises without realizing it.
“Right this way, Mr. Newman,” the hostess stated cheerfully as she held the doors open.