I open the door to my bedroom with the clothes in my hand and head towards the kitchen, where I assume Amelia will be. I make it three steps out of my doorway, but it takes a few beats for my brain to process what my eyes are seeing.
My refrigerator door is wide open and digging between the lower refrigerator shelves is Amelia. Not just Amelia, but bent over Amelia in nothing but her lingerie. And by lingerie, I mean a lacy black bra and thong that disappears into the holy land.
Is that what she was wearing under her fucking dress?!
Amelia slowly straightens up like she has no care in the world and opens a can of Peroni beer. She’s still in her heels, and I’m pretty sure my jaw is on the ground the second her eyes connect with mine. She leans against the refrigerator door and takes a sip without breaking eye contact with me. “Gosh, don't you just love an ice cold beer? Nothing like it,” she says with a breathy tone.
I think she’s waiting on me to say something, but words are literally incapable of coming out of my mouth.
“Oh come on Evan, you’ve seen me in a bathing suit countless times,” she says as she makes her way towards me. My two remaining brain cells help me out and let me close my mouth and try to poorly cover up my reaction with the weakest cough known to man. “Besides, according to Deux Moi’s Sunday Spotted stories, you’ve been seen with countless models in LA, so little ol’ me shouldn’t bother you one bit.” She pats my chest and grabs the clothes out of my hand and puts them on the dining table next to us.
I put my hand on one of the dining chairs, discreetly bending forward, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. As you probably guessed, that hard-on is in full effect now, probably will be for the rest of my life. Amelia has most likely broken my penis without ever having sex with me.
She’s eyeing me while taking a dainty sip of her beer. “You want some? You look a little off. Guess you did have a long day. Me on the other hand, I was hoping to have a long night as you can see. Too bad this getup went to waste,” she says as she waves up and down her body. “Evan Cooper, have you taken a vow of silence or is this the kind of hospitality you show all of your guests?” She taps her shoes on my hardwood floors, and I can tell she’s trying to get a rise out of me, but that ends now.
“Amelia, I don’t know what you’re getting at, but it’s late, and I don’t have time for whatever game you’re playing, so go to your room and go to sleep.”
She leans in close and whispers in my ear, “Whatever you say…Daddy.” She immediately chuckles.
I’m about to utterly lose my mind when she turns around, and my eyes drop to the most perfect ass cheeks I have ever even seen in my goddamn life.
“I’ll be out of your hair in a minute, but I’m having a little trouble with my bra clasp. You see, it’s brand new, and I haven’t figured out how to finagle it quite yet. Don’t worry, I won’t scar you by letting you see my boobs, I’ll hold up the bra cups so your virginal eyes won’t be put through such horrid torture.” She moves a little closer to me, and now her back is almost touching my chest.
She continues. “The sooner you get to it, the sooner you’ll be able to drift off to your sweet dreams Mr. Cooper,” she croons.
I let out a painful grunt and get to work on the clasp. She wasn’t wrong, it’s not as simple as it seems. Just when I can feel that I’m about to figure the damn thing out, Amelia takes one more step closer to me, and now my erection is very clearly digging into her back, and she lets out a little gasp. We both stand stone still, until she has the audacity to step onto her tip toes and give her ass a little wiggle on my crotch.
“For fuck’s sake Amelia!” I give up on the clasp and grab both of her arms, keeping her in place. We’re both panting now.
“Seems like we have a little party crasher there, Evan,” she says with a smug grin as she turns her head slightly.
“What’s your angle here Amelia,” I growled into her ear.
“Me? No angle here. But if I were to guess, you angle a little bit to the left—”
I drop my hands to her waist and pull her so close to me that my erection is settled right between her ass cheeks. She lets out a small yelp. “What’s your angle here, Amelia,” I repeat, panting into her ear.
It takes her a few breaths, then finally, “Just proving a point.” She turns her head further up so we’re making eye contact. “You spent all night looking at me like I should be appalled by my appearance, even so much as insinuating that I should be embarrassed.” She still has made no attempt to leave my grasp.
“And yet here you are, with a boner poking my ass, and probably ready to fuck me with no condom in sight.” I drop my hands and take a step back. She turns around and faces me with her chin held high, her anger clearly rising.
I, on the other hand, interlace my fingers and place them in front of my erection, trying to at least to make it look like I’m not pitching a tent in my pants.
She takes a deep breath, “You know, I had no interest in going out tonight, much less while wearing a dress that had almost as much coverage as wearing dental floss. But I did, and you know what, I was actually enjoying myself. I wasn’t Ameliathe doctor’s perfect daughter, or Ameliathe one with the dead mom,or my new not-so-favorite title, Ameliathe woman whose fiancé couldn’t keep it in his pants.And you know what, I can logically acknowledge that what Sebastián did to me was not my fault, even though at times I question it. But tonight Evan—tonight I had you swoop in and take me away from that dance floor. It’s like you set off some alpha signal that let every man at that party know that I was off-limits. And you know what else? I’m so over not feeling in control. I’m also over letting people’s perception of me rule my life, and I’m sooo over pining over my first crush and hoping that he is capable of anything besides getting a hard on for me when teased obnoxiously!” she roars.
Did she just call me her first crush? I know she said a lot of important things, but I’m still a little caught up on that little nugget of information. Before I can respond she pushes past me. “I’m using your shower and sleeping in your bed! Might even masturbate while I’m at it. And I’m locking the door so don’t get any ideas!” She slams the door, and I’m left questioning all of my life decisions up to this point.
13
Evan
What the fuck just happened?
How did I end up in my guest bedroom holding my breath in case I hear Amelia touching herself?
This night has definitely taken me by surprise. I mean, that vision of Amelia in my kitchen will forever be ingrained in my mind. I should commission an artist to paint it, going off of my memory. Any other work of art would never compare. The Louvre would be knocking down my door and begging to swap it with the Mona Lisa.
I have no idea how long I toss and turn, but sleep finally wins after hours of restlessness. By the time I wake up it’s eight in the morning. It takes me a few beats to realize that last night wasn’t a dream, and that Amelia did in fact spend the night in my apartment. The realization jolts me awake and I throw my legs over the bedside while I try to come up with an appropriate morning greeting.
