Page 13 of What Happens in Dubai
‘OK, sure, let’s go,’ I shrugged, still not able to take the beam off my face.
Luke stopped walking and put his hands on top of his head.
‘Right. I’ll be honest with you, Za. It’s not the best place in the world. I was pub-watched a few years back so I can’t go into most bars or clubs in Glasgow or Lanarkshire. My uncle owns my local so we’ll be cool in there.’
My eyes widened. Not only had he already given me a nickname, but I also realised my baby-faced date wasn’t as innocent as he looked.
‘So, you’re effectively banned from pubs and clubs in this entire area?’ I asked, my voice coming out more high-pitched and surprised than I’d intended.
‘Aye.’ He started to laugh. ‘I know it’s not a good start. But I want to be honest with you straight up. You can always turn back if you like, pretend this didn’t happen?’
I looked up from the ground, considering my options. As much as I knew this should have set off alarm bells, I was enthralled by him. And, let’s face it, I had always been a sucker for a rulebreaker.
‘Bad boys are my downfall. Let’s do it,’ I said.
He began to nod, looking impressed.
‘Come on. I’m parked over here.’ He pressed the key fob and a large Audi estate car flashed from the double yellow line. Parking in a no-parking zone? I couldn’t help but feel strangely aroused at his total lack of regard for other road users and pedestrians. He was getting naughtier by the second.Rarrrrrr…
‘So, you have to explain. What the hell did you do to get this pub ban? I mean, it must be pretty bad,’ I said, giggling as I opened the car door and sat down.
‘Aww, Za, honestly, I’m just a bit of a hothead. But enough about that. Tell me about Dubai. You must be buzzing!’
We continued our chat on the short journey towards Paisley, where Luke parked in his driveway and we walked around the corner to his local pub. The place was empty and as soon as we entered, the smell of beer, stale cigarettes and poor hygiene filled the room.
‘It’s a bit of a shithole, eh? I should have warned you, but it’s free drinks.’ Luke seemed embarrassed by his past behaviours, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, even if my brand-new Converse were firmly stuck to the well-worn carpet already.
‘No, not at all. I don’t suppose they do cocktails though,’ I said. He raised his brows. ‘Or gin, even?’
Luke laughed and small dimples appeared on his cheeks.Wow, he’s so cute!I thought.
‘You can have beer, cider or vodka,’ he said.
‘I’ll start with the vodka!’
The night continued and as the drinks flowed freely, I began to realise Luke and I had an undeniable chemistry. Occasionally he’d say a phrase I didn’t comprehend or mention people I had no idea existed, which resulted in me frantically googling in the bathroom to try and keep up. But language aside, he was sweet, clever, well-mannered and extremely sexy. My initial plan to head home for an early morning flight was slipping out my mind as my body craved Luke more than ever. Yes, I knew what I was getting, I had seen his hard dick so many times, but with this unexpected connection which made my body quiver with pure desire, there was only one thing on my mind. Him. He’d wink at me while he sipped on his pint and I felt my fanny rattle my jeans like a Tasmanian devil, desperate to escape and devour his meat.
Five rounds of unmeasured drinks later, Luke turned to me and whispered, ‘Zara, want to head back to mine? I know it’s forward, but all your pics were with underwear on! I think it’s time you showed me a wee bit more.’ His eyes widened as I felt him daring me to break the rules, and I began to overheat with sheer lust.
‘Ha, oh god, I’d love to, but I’m going on this work trip. My friends would kill me if I missed this. In fact, I’d lose my job,’ I insisted frustratedly.
Luke leaned over to me and gently turned my face so he was speaking into my ear. ‘Just come back to mine. I’ll fuck you so good and you can leave for your flight a happy woman. Honestly, you have no idea how hard I want to be inside you, Za.’
My underwear instantly turned soggy and all good intentions had departed. The next thing I knew, I was waltzing down Paisley Main Street, hand in hand with a baby-faced bad boy and his rock-hard dick.
It had just passed midnight and I was walking back to Luke’s home feeling frisky and foolish. The fresh air was sobering me up and at times I was questioning my decision.
‘I really will have to go soon. I need to be at the airport in a few hours,’ I said.
‘Don’t change your mind now. Come up. Don’t be a spoilsport.’ Luke placed his forehead against mine, and the touch of his breath against my cold skin began to make my heart race.
‘Come on,’ he enticed me.
‘I want it too, but I know I should be sensible,’ I moaned, still keeping my forehead against his.
‘Well, you won’t be wanting any of this then?’ I felt Luke’s warm hand gently taking mine to feel his bulging jeans.
With one feel of that throbbing cock, my brain went foggy and all I craved was him.
