The Second Time Around
By Maggie Giles
The following day, I helped a drunken Arabella into her bed after another liquid lunch, one which I was glad I hadn’t drank much at. We were discussing the upcoming wedding that was only a couple weeks away, and despite being maid of honor, I had been given very little information about it all. Arabella seemed to keep every detail locked up tight. She’d always loved her secrets.
When she was tucked in bed, I went the way of her office, ready to dive into my most recent project, an upcoming post on the social scene in our city, the very scene Arabella was a major part of. I’d been writing a lot for a local blog, even though my main goal was to publish a novel, or multiple novels. That hadn’t panned out yet. It had in my old life.
I’d been in the office only a few minutes before my work was interrupted and Jack walked in. Arabella’s fiancé looked different than when I last saw him. Now he resembled the man from the articles I researched the previous week and just as dashing. He wasn’t the relaxed, just off work mess he was when he picked us up from the mall. No, now he was all business, looking like he just came from a serious meeting.
His pinstriped suit was pressed and expensive. His styled hair was slicked back, and a large gold watch was prominent on his wrist. He reminded me of the rich gangsters from those classic films my mom used to watch. Sleazy and about to do something criminal.
Still, my stomach flipped at the sight of his angular jaw and straight nose, sending the same strange feeling through me as he had at the mall. His eyes were dark and brooding, peering right into my own as his lip slightly parted.
“There you are.” Jack closed the door behind him and flicked the lock. Then he was across the room in a few short steps, approaching me like a lion ready to pounce. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Before I had a chance to respond he caught me in his arms and pressed his lips against mine as his hands slid down my waist and pulled me toward him. For a moment I froze, unsure how to react. This seemed wrong, but the pressure of his lips and the way his tongue sought entry felt familiar, like I’d been here before.
When my mind cleared, I bit down on his lip, and he pulled away.
“Ouch.” His wicked smile didn’t fade as he reached up and wiped away the blood, still eyeing me like a boy would his favorite toy.
“A little feisty today?” His fingers gripped my ass. “Well if you’d called that wouldn’t have been a problem.” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I avoided it this time, slipping out of his hold and across the room.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, finally finding my voice.
His eyebrows folded together, confusion gracing his handsome face. “I was going to fuck you, until you started this.”
“Are you serious?” I glanced to the locked door. “Arabella is just in the other room.”
“That hasn’t bothered you before,” His confused expression melted into exasperation. “What are you playing at Maddie?”
I frowned. Was I really sleeping with my supposed best friend’s fiancé? It seemed impossible I could be so hypocritical.
“I don’t think we should do this.”
Jack shook his head and moved toward me again. He didn’t care what I thought.
“I’ve missed you,” His hands grabbed my waist, and he bent down, nuzzling my neck, trailing kisses across my collarbone. I shuddered under his touch, my body betraying my mind’s logic.
“Jack,” I meant to protest but his name came out as a low moan.
His kisses dipped lower, between my breasts. His hands hooked onto my thighs, lifting me against him and pushing my back to the wall. This time my body took control and returned his passionate kiss. My nails dug into his shoulders as his lips crushed mine.
Then there was voice that stopped everything.
I tilted my head back breaking our contact. Arabella, and she wasn’t far.
“Jack?” It came again, this time closer.
I untangled myself from his arms and straightened my skirt. Quickly I ran my hands through my hair to calm it and moved back to the chair.
“Go,” I waved toward the door.
He moved to it but glanced back before he left. “We’re not finished here.” Then he grinned and was gone.
My stomach twisted, and I wasn’t sure what emotion caused it. Because while guilt told me I was a terrible person and apparently sleeping with my best friend’s fiancé, I was excited by it.
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