Convincing Her Page 2
“So far so good, don’t blow it.” She squeezed his hand before she settled into the seat.
He realized he wasn’t nearly as nervous as he’d been when he picked her up. There was no pressure, and he truly enjoyed her company. He wanted to kick himself for not asking her out sooner.
He slid into the car, “The night is still young. I’ve got plenty of time to screw it up.”
She blushed and turned away.
“What?”
“Even if you do, this has still been the best date I’ve been on in ages.”
He was surprised his face didn’t crack as he smiled widely, “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Two
Rich watched Angie’s face light up when he pulled into the parking lot of her favorite sushi bar. “Is this place okay with you?” He asked casually, smirking at the look she gave him.
“You know I love sushi. Score ten points for Dick.” She grabbed her purse and opened her door, “I can’t wait for you to be a gentleman this time.”
He caught up with her easily since she seemed to be struggling a bit in the heels. He placed his hand on her lower back again, loving how the ends of her hair brushed against his wrist. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like falling over him, how it would feel as it tickled his chest. He shook his head, trying to get his mind out of the gutter.
Once they were seated, he ordered some sake and watched her as her eyes scanned the menu. “Get whatever you like. I don’t really know what’s good here.” To be honest, he wasn’t big on sushi, but he’d eat dirt if it meant he could spend more time with her.
She looked up at him, “So I get to order for you?” She rubbed her hands together in excitement, “You’ll love it.”
He poured her some sake as she placed their order, watching her in the dim light of the restaurant. Her eyes sparkled and her skin positively glowed.
After she took a drink she looked up at him through her lashes, “So I have a question for you.”
“Shoot, I’m an open book.” He spread his arms, leaning back in his chair.
She looked away and let her hair fall over the side of her face, “It’s sort of embarrassing.”
“Even better, now you have me curious.” He never knew what would come out of this girl’s mouth.
“Well, when you said no sex,” she took another drink, “was that because you weren’t interested in me like that?” Her cheeks reddened again, but she didn’t look away.
He straightened in his chair, “Hell no. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.” He frowned, “You thought I didn’t want you?”
“I just, you’ll screw pretty much anything that walks, so I didn’t know why you wouldn’t consider me like that.” She winced, “That came out wrong. You’re a popular guy, you’ve been with a lot of women, I just wasn’t sure if I measured up.”
Rich leaned over the table, taking her hands in his, “You’re the top of the scale. You’re funny, and sexy, and smart. I’d be honored to be with you.” He considered his next words and decided to go for it, “As we were walking in here I was thinking about what it would be like for you to ride me.”
She shot him a smile, relaxing a bit, “Oh. Good to know.”
Their sushi arrived and she gave him a brief description of what she had ordered them before she picked up her chopsticks. He watched as she expertly handled her first bite, moaning in pleasure as she chewed. The sound caused blood to shoot to his cock, and he shifted in his seat.
“I don’t know how to use these things. Would it be all right if I used my hands?” He held up his own chopsticks and grimaced.
“I’ll show you. It’s really simple, you just rest this one here,” she grabbed his hand and positioned one of the chopsticks skillfully, “and you use this finger to control the other.” Then she showed him with her own as she picked up another piece.
It took him a few tries, but he finally got the hang of it, popping a piece of sushi in his mouth, pleased that it wasn’t slimy. After he swallowed he gave her a smile, “That’s good.”
They drank sake and ate everything she’d ordered, laughing and talking the whole time. She was a people watcher, enjoying coming up with scenarios about other people that were there. She had him convinced the blond to their left was a hooker. He appreciated her imagination. He could listen to her all night.
“That was really good. Thanks Rich. This has been fun.” She linked her arm with his as they left the restaurant, smiling up at him.
“I’m glad. It doesn’t have to be over yet you know.” He turned to her when they approached his car, pushing her hair away from her face. “What else would you like to do?”
She bit her lip, glancing away before meeting his gaze. “Do you have any ideas?”
“I have a lot of ideas Angel, but I’m up for suggestions.” He focused on her lips, leaning forward. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt. At least that’s what he told himself as he brought his mouth down to hers.
Her lips were full and soft, pressing against his lightly but not opening. He didn’t push, enjoying the feel of her lips on his. He nipped at her lower lip gently and she gasped, but he didn’t slide his tongue inside. Instead he sucked the lip into his mouth, suckling gently.
She pulled away, her tongue grazing her lower lip as she gave him a small smile, “That was nice.”
“Nice?” He feigned shock. “That was fucking amazing.”
She punched him lightly, “Fine, it was great.”
“You want me to take you home? You want to just ride around for a while? I’m game for anything.” He pulled back reluctantly.
She twirled her finger around a lock of hair, “We could go to the overlook, if you want.”
There was a spot on the edge of town that overlooked the city. He’d been up there to make out more than once as a teenager. He raised his eyebrows, “What would we do out there?” He asked innocently.
“Watch the stars of course. What did you think I meant?” She teased, opening her car door. “I’m not ready to go back to my room yet.”
All right then. To the overlook it was.
They did actually watch the stars, him leaning up against the rear of his Nova, Angie in his arms. Her back was to his chest, and they’d mostly remained silent. There had only been one other car there when they arrived, and it had pulled away shortly after they’d exited his vehicle.
“So, Richard Remington, what do you usually do with girls you bring here?” She lifted her face to his, her eyes focused on his lips.
“I haven’t been here in a long time. Have you?” He asked, avoiding her question. He didn’t want to think about the girls he’d brought here. Tonight was about Angie.
“It’s been years for me too. I wonder how many girls have lost their virginity up here.” She giggled softly, “I know a few who did.”
So did he, but he didn’t mention that bit of information. “The city looks so small from up here.” He swept her hair over her left shoulder, exposing her neck.
“Rich?” She asked, leaning into him further.
“Yes?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone.” She admitted, tensing a bit.
In a way he wished he could say the same, “That’s okay. Like I said, we don’t have to do anything.”
“What if I want to?” She whispered, turning in his arms.
His heart rate increased, but he kept his cool. “Well I wouldn’t deny a pretty girl like you.”
Angie focused on his lips, “Kiss me then.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, parting her mouth slightly before pressing his lips to hers. She opened for him this time, and he took his time exploring her mouth with his tongue.
“We should probably take this inside.” She pulled away and opened the car door.
He grabbed her hand, “Wait, Angie. We don’t need to do this here.” This hadn’t been how he imagined their first time together at all.
She had a point, and he did want her. His straining hard-on was proof of that. But he wanted her in a bed, willing and pliant under him. He wanted to tease her until she begged for him to slip inside of her.
She obviously had other ideas, already sliding into the backseat. He had no choice but to follow. He’d be an idiot if he turned down the chance to be with her, even if it wasn’t the ideal locale.
He crushed his mouth to hers, slipping his hands into her hair. So fucking soft, and it smelled so good. He tensed when her hands began fumbling with his jeans. He hadn’t even touched her yet. “Not so fast, we have time.”
“Not really, someone could show up any minute. Plus, it’s been a while, come on.” She unzipped his jeans, slipping her hand inside.
Her cool fingers slipped into his boxers and wrapped around his rigid length, “That could be a problem. I see why you’re so popular with the ladies Rich.” She laughed and pulled him forward for another kiss.
He smiled against her mouth, enjoying this aggressive side of her. Not to be outdone, he slipped his hand up her inner thigh, sliding underneath her dress until he reached her silky panties. As she continued to work him with her hand he moved the flimsy fabric to the side and eased his fingers over her soft flesh. He froze. She wasn’t wet at all. He was close to coming in her hand and she wasn’t even turned on in the slightest. He pulled his hand away.
She pulled away from his lips, “You have a condom?”
His mind was foggy with confusion and lust, “Yeah.”
When he made no move to get it she sat up, ducking her head as she slid over his lap. “Hurry up.”
“Angie, wait. Do you even want this?”
She stopped, “Rich, I’m sitting on your lap. Yeah, I want this.”
He gripped her hips, “No, look at me.” He waited until she met his gaze, “Do you want me?”
She let out an exasperated sigh, “Fishing for compliments? Yes, I want you. We’ve had a great time, you’re sexy, and you’re hung. Let’s get on with it.”
This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. He stopped her movements as she began to rub against him, “If we do this now I’ll only hurt you. You won’t enjoy it. I don’t want that.”
She pulled out of his grasp, flopping into the seat beside him, “You don’t want me?”
He groaned in frustration, taking a few breaths to calm his blood. He was painfully hard, but he wouldn’t take her like this. “I want you more than I want my next breath Angel, but just not like this.”
She sat in silence for several long minutes before adjusting her dress and reaching for the door handle. “Take me home please.” She ran her fingers through her hair before she slid out of the backseat and into the cool night air.
He heard her muttering to herself, but he couldn’t make out the words. Able to think clearly now that his cock had finally started to deflate, he tucked himself inside, zipped up and stepped out, beginning to make his way over to her.
She held her hand up in protest, “I’m humiliated enough. Just take me home.”
“Angie, I don’t want you to feel humiliated. We’ve had a great time. Please don’t let what just happened ruin it.” He’d never begged a woman for anything before, not even his mother. But he was willing to beg her to forgive him, to realize that he was right.
“Fine, it never happened. Let’s forget about it. Now can we go?” She wouldn’t look at him as she spoke.
Feeling defeated, he let out a long sigh “Yeah, I’ll take you home.”
The drive to her dorm was uncomfortable to say the least. She didn’t speak to him again, just stared out the window as he drove. He tried several times to strike up a normal conversation but she wasn’t responding. He finally gave up, trying to put himself in her shoes. She felt rejected, shot down when she’d offered herself to him. It was different for guys, he guessed. He’d been turned down a few times, but he’d never really cared. There was always another girl who was willing.
He insisted on walking her to her room, not caring if it was past curfew. He grabbed her hand as she reached for her keys, “I want to take you out again.”
She tried to pull her hand away, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I made a total fool out of myself. I’m not any better than that slut Tyler went out with.”
“No, you are better. You’re you. Remember what I told you? You’re smart, beautiful, and fun to be around.” He pulled her close, “Go out with me again.”
“I don’t think so Rich. We should just go back to being friends.” She reached around him and slipped her key in the door.
He stopped her hand, “Just think about it.”
“Do you even have an inkling how I feel right now? You’ll fuck any girl that bats her lashes at you, but when I throw myself at you I get rejected.”
Her words hurt, but he knew her pain was worse, “You’re not just some girl. I actually like you. You felt how much I wanted you.”
“I’m not that naïve. Guys like you? They don’t change because of one girl, no pussy is that good. Sure, you surprised the hell out of me tonight. Yes, it was the best date I’ve been on maybe ever. But what happened in your car? That’s all I can offer you. I won’t fall for a guy who’ll end up fucking around on me.”
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “You won’t even let me try to prove you wrong?”
“I’m not putting myself out there like that Rich. I can’t. You know me well enough to know I don’t do things half-way.” She let out a weary sigh, “Let me go in my room. You’re going to get in trouble for being here.”
“I don’t give a shit about that.” He swatted her hand away, turning the key in the lock and pressing forward into the room. Sure enough, her roommate and some greasy haired guy were making out on the small loveseat.
Rich set Angie’s keys on her desk before clearing his throat, “Hey, come on man. You need to get out of here.”
“What the fuck?” The guy pulled away, focusing on Rich. A moment later he was eyeing Angie, “Damn girl, you clean up nice.”
Angie’s mouth dropped open and she looked up at Rich.
“You might want to wipe the drool dude, your girl is right there beside you.” Rich flexed his fingers, balling his fists.
“No reason to be so hostile. I’m not going anywhere. Why don’t we all have some fun instead?” The idiot still hadn’t taken his eyes off Angie.
Was this guy serious? Rich made a disgusted sound in his throat, “C’mon, we’re going now.”
“Angie, what the hell is going on?” The girl finally spoke up.
“I’m tired Teresa. Can he just leave tonight please?” Angie sounded defeated as she slunk into her office chair in front of the small desk.
“If it bothered you for him to be here you just had to say so. Go on Matt, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
The guy let out a long sigh, sizing Rich up and making the right decision, “All right. See you tomorrow.” He slid off the chair after kissing her again.
Rich turned to Angie, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight. I’ll call you later okay?”
“Goodnight Rich.” She whispered, turning away.
Rich waited for Matt to go first. When he was satisfied he was actually leaving he stepped out as well. Somehow, he’d make this right.
Chapter Three
“Tell me what to do Tyler. She won’t return my calls. She doesn’t respond to my texts. I’ve tried to catch her at the coffee shop a few times but she’s never there.” Rich gripped his phone tightly. After two weeks of being shut out he was desperate. He had turned to the only person that truly knew how Angie worked.
“It would really help if either of you would tell me what the hell went on.” Tyler responded.
“If she hasn’t told you, she doesn’t want you t
o know. I fucked up. Help me make it right.”
“It’s not that simple man. You know how girls are. You know how Angie is. Just give it some more time. She’ll come around.” His friend let out a long sigh. “For what it’s worth, I hope you figure this out.”
“C’mon Tyler, give me something. She’d laugh in my face if I brought her flowers right?” He’d considered sending flowers, candy, hell he’d even thought about getting her a gift card to the bookstore she frequented. None of that would work.
“You know the answer to this. What does Angie do when she’s depressed, or happy, or just bored?” Tyler chuckled.
“I don’t know. Just tell me.” He ran his free hand through his hair, pulling it at the roots.
“She eats, dumb ass. She loves sweets, anything with a carbohydrate. Get a fucking cheesecake or something. Then let her be. She’ll come around. Shouldn’t you be focused on your finals right now?”
“Yes,” he growled into the phone, “I can’t focus knowing that she’s so pissed at me.”
Another long sigh sounded on the other line, “Maybe she’s not pissed Rich. When Angie’s mad, she lets you know. It sounds to me like she’s hurt. But since neither of you will say a word about whatever the hell happened, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“All right, I’ll get her a damn cheesecake. Does she like it plain?” He already had his keys in his hand.
“Yeah, she likes it plain. Go to that bakery up on Tenth Street. She loves that place.” There was a long silence, “Whatever you did, or didn’t do, she’ll forgive you.”
“Thanks Tyler. I’ll talk to you later.” He ended the call, on a mission to buy a cheesecake.
Three hours later, he’d dropped the treat off with her roommate who surprisingly enough had apologized to him for having her boyfriend over all the time. They’d broken up a day after his date with Angie, and from what he could tell, Teresa actually seemed to care about Angie’s well-being. She couldn’t answer when he asked why Angie wouldn’t return his calls. She just told him the same thing Tyler had, to be patient. Patience was not a virtue he possessed, not that he possessed many virtues at all anymore.