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am feeling it.
    “You like?” I ask, doing a little spin. I stop facing him and take notice of his odd costume. White dress shirt, slacks and a clear see through raincoat. Then I notice the fake axe and it all comes together and I blurt it out: “American Psycho!”
    Ben laughs, and I think he is a little surprised I guessed it right off the bat. How could I not? It’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Yep, definitely not like most girls my age…
    Ben eyes my body from top to bottom, bringing his right hand to his mouth and dragging his thumb over his lush bottom lip, his tongue trailing in its path. I feel like panting, that it so hot.
    “Baby Spice?” His voice is smooth and deep.
    As seductively as I can, I slowly remove the lollipop from my mouth, and poke my tongue out and lick the sweet confection. I hear a groan escape Ben’s throat and then his left hand reaches down to his dress pants and takes hold of himself. I can visually make out the definition of his growing erection in his hand.
    “Tess.”
    “Ben?”
    “What are you doing to me? Look at you. How am I going to be around you all night, around my parents nonetheless, when you look like this?” He gestures with his free hand up and down my body. “I should just take you right here right now, over that red sofa like I wanted to, the first time I set foot in this place.”
    Everything inside tenses in a good way, I squeeze my thighs together and I can feel my excitement building. “Not yet.” I tell him. I don’t want to rush this, not tonight. Not while it will be our first time with nothing between us. As I am saying these words he is walking towards me and I didn’t even realize I was backing up, further into my place.
    “I want to wait until after the party, Ben.”
    “Why?” his voice is husky and raw… sexy.
    He is so close, I can feel his breath on my skin, but yet he isn’t touching me. This only makes my decision to wait for later that much more difficult.
    “I have my reasons.”
    He turns and stalks back to the front door, and I can’t help but watch his tight British ass walk away. “Have it your way, baby.”
    “Oh I will, Mr. Bateman.” I stop next to him, grabbing my little pink purse off of the counter and step past him for the door. He smacks my ass making me jump a little. I squeak and then we are out the door.

 
     
     
    We make the surprisingly short drive just out of the city, east across the Interstate 90 bridge to Mercer Island, to a neighborhood that resembles a cul-de-sac, but only on a larger scale. I mean, how many cul-de-sacs do you know of that require you to pass through a gated entry? I know Ben’s father is a surgeon, but does an everyday kind of surgeon make this kind of money? I look over at Ben, whose face I cannot read. I take his right hand into my left, looks into my eyes and offer a soft smile. It can be hard to read him some days.
    He makes a right and pulls into the driveway of a massive house. OK, well, to me it is massive. Mom and I did the apartment thing and once we got bored in a place we would move to another. Did I want a house growing up? Sure, but I also had no control over it and it’s not like we had the money to do it anyways. Mom always made our dwellings homey and comfortable, and each one felt like a home. Like they say, home is where the heart is.
    There is a line of expensive cars pulled up to the house and I see men in red jackets, escorting the passengers out and driving them off. But I have to question, where? It’s a residence, not a restaurant. When it is our turn I don’t think about it any longer, because my nerves are skyrocketing. For one I have Ben and that’s enough to set any woman off, but I am meeting his sister Caroline. Ben is so close to her and I want to make a good impression. Yes, I know she is only a teenager, but she is his family. I already know his dad, and obviously his girlfriend Gwen Sawyer, who is also my art teacher. But there are a lot of cars