again. My heart was pounding, and my breath was shallow. He led me to a low stone wall. We sat down next to each other, the energy between us erotic and explosive. David sat forward with his knees parted, fingers laced together. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire.
“Samantha.”
God, I loved the way my name came out of his mouth.
“Are you attracted to me?”
Uh, yeah—duh— my subconscious murmured. I didn’t say anything, but it didn’t matter, he didn’t wait for a response.
“I think you are. And I am clearly attracted to you.”
He was? I mean, he had kissed me, but my mind still did mental cartwheels, relishing the verbal validation. My stomach flipped. David Keith was attracted to me. The thought alone made me blush, the cover of night saving me again.
“But what about your girlfriend?” I managed to eke out.
“Girlfriend? What girlfriend?” He looked over at me, bewildered.
“Jenna,” I whispered, looking at the ground.
He tilted his head back and laughter bellowed out.
“That won’t be a problem.”
“It’s a problem for me,” I said quietly. This is how it ends, isn’t it?
“Jenna is my sister, Samantha.”
“What?” My face snapped back to face him “But I ... but you don’t look alike.” My body was confused, but somewhere my subconscious was doing a victory dance.
“I’m adopted, Samantha,” he explained.
I looked at him for a moment, my mind registering what he had just said.
“Oh thank God.” I sighed and a huge smile took over my face.
“But what about you, Samantha?”
“Me?”
“I need to know that you aren’t hiding a boyfriend anywhere. Or a fuck-buddy. I am not too keen on STDs, so it’s best you tell me now. I’m a very busy man, and I prefer not to waste both of our time.”
“No ... nothing” The last boyfriend I had was in college, we were each other’s first, and we broke up when he transferred to another college. It was fine, though. The relationship had run its course. But this was strange. Why did it feel like we were negotiating? Was I seeing David Keith, the businessman? Was I his new venture?
“What about birth control?” he asked in a no-nonsense tone. Geez, who is this guy? I paused, surveying him for a moment. Normally, I’d be flustered by all the intimate questions. But before I could think, I found myself rattling off an answer.
“Well, if you must know, I am on the pill.”
“What about you?” I asked. It was only fair to flip the table.
“No girlfriend, no wife, and disease-free,” he answered matter-of-factly.
“Is this how you romance all your conquests?” I was getting braver now. Sassy even. I held his gaze. He seemed to like it.
“Yes.” He glared back, challenging me. I was not sure how to respond. I was really not used to this brand of romance. But he answered for me.
“I have a car. Let’s get out of here.”
I stopped. “I, uh ... I can’t,” I stammered, feeling confused and stuck. “I promised Carrie that we’d go to this party together. I can’t just ditch her.” I died a little bit inside. I must be the greatest friend in the world. Surely very few women would be able to resist David Keith.
He looked at me with laser focus, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. He paused like this for several moments and then finally stood.
“Come with me.” And with that, he pulled me up by the hand, and I trailed behind him as we re-entered the house. My whole body pulsed with electricity at his touch. We slipped down a hallway in silence, and he opened a door on the right. There were no lights on. He pulled me inside the small room and then leaned in and kissed me deeply ... deeper than before. He shut the door behind us, causing the darkness to envelop us.
In the small black room, he pushed me up against the wall, bracing me with his hips as he continued to devour my mouth. I heard something fall and roll away. I didn’t care. My breasts heaved with anticipation, and my nipples grew