10

Nathan had only ever been rattled by two women in his life.
One. Anna.
Two. Rachel.
He had found her Rachel’s actions quite entertaining.
He always loved a good challenge.
He looked at his hard pulsating arousal.
Fuck!
He wrapped his hand around him and began to stroke himself.
He thought about his cock buried in her clit.
He stroke harder.
He thought about his hand wrapped round her neck. He thought about blindfolding her.
No. Not blindfolds. He wanted her to see him.
He increased his pace and finally released after a while.
He had been taken quite a number of cold showers lately, he definitely needed one now.
Rachel could not still believe she did that.
She was so ready to beg, she had wanted to beg, she was going to beg.
She didn’t really know what came over her.
But she knew why.
She was scared.
She was scared she thought it was going to change them. She was scared because of her past.
She stepped into the shower, her toes flinching as they touch the cold ceramic floor. The water dripped by her side and she pressed a button releasing the steamy water.
The perfect temperature.
The sensation of the steamy water calmed her down. Her mind swirled showing the images like photographs……..
Him. Her. Smack!
Hands. Ass. Smack!
It continued playing in her mind like a loophole.
Out of all the men on this goddamn earth to ask her.
Everything she thought about in the shower were his hands.
His hands on her body.
A few minutes later, she changed into her shorts and a tank top. She went to the kitchen and started making pancakes.
She thought about her life so far. Three weeks ago, she had been working in that deplorable stuffy restaurant but now—
“I thought I smelled something nice. Guess I was right.” Nathan purred whole reading something on his phone.
How could he be so relaxed? She instantly got nervous by hearing his voice. She couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on her body.
She silently made the pancakes and served his.
They both continued to focus on the empty space between still their eyes meet.
“Yunno I was thinking we could go to the park to—”
“You don’t have to do this.” Rachel said looking somewhere over his shoulder.
“Do what?”
“We don’t have to go anywhere, we actually don’t have to. We don’t have to force— I mean this marriage isn’t real we don’t—”Rachel babbled
“I understand our deal, I want us to be friends, I just want to know you.”
“Oh.” She gulped. “Friends?” she said , her eyebrow raised.
“Yes babe.”
Babe. That word. Oh she could feel butterflies.
“I’m pretty sure you have an army of friends.”
Nathan laughed as he poured himself a drink.
“That’s the most ironic statement you’ve ever made.” Nathan pours another and hands it to her.
“Thanks….I find that hard to believe. I get you are arrogant but you are rich, hot and lively.”
“Aw a hot girl thinks I’m hot.” Nathan chuckles childishly.
“You’re so vain. It’s just hard to believe you know.”
“It really isn’t, I’ve always been a lone wolf. You never know who really cares for you or the cash. Most people I’ve met say my wealth isn’t significant because of my privilege—you know it used to hurt before so I buried myself in work all the time. I wanted to be the best. I wanted everyone to acknowledge it. I don’t have really have friends except Mike though. We’ve known each other forever.”
“Mike? You mean the guy you threw in the water or another guy.” she said sarcastically.
“He’s my guy, that shit is normal between us.”
“Wow I don’t have many friends too, I guess nobody likes to be friends with the poor orphan, sometimes there is an ounce of pity but no friendship. High school was the very worst, I was constantly bullied for things out of my control. I never want to go there again.” Rachel said with a fixed expression.
Nathan stared at her and grasped her hands, “I’m so sorry about your parents and anything you have faced. I was bullied too that I had to start homeschooling. And the reason for most of their anger was I was wealthy. That time of my life, I wanted to be poor so bad.” Nathan said bitterly raking his hand through his hair.
“ People can actually be mean for no sensible reason to anybody. I hate when people try to underplay other people’s success because of their privilege. I’m sorry about what happened to you.”
Their eyes locked with shared understanding.
Nathan cleared his throat.“I love your pancakes.”
“Thanks.” Rachel acknowledged shyly.
“So today, the park? As friends?” Nathan said with an arched eyebrow.
“Yes as friends What else would we be?”
Nathan rolled his eyes and laughed. “You know it. You can—”
A loud ringtone interrupted him. He held up a polite finger to Rachel and he turned to pick the call.
It was an intentional number.
He wondered who it was. “Who is this—?”
He recognized the voice almost immediately.
“Oh, hey Dad.”
“I want you to do something for me.”
He could have guessed that.
He groaned and raked his hand in his hair, “But you were the one that said I shouldn’t work.”
“I know but I’m in Tokyo right now and I need you to go over some contract documents with the clients….You don’t have to leave your house, I’m sending them over there, give my regards to Rachel.”
“But—”
Too late. He was already gone. He should have known he had no say in the matter when his father had said ‘want’.
“Is anything the matter?” Rachel said.
“It’s my dad, he wants me to attend to some office work.” He noticed her crestfallen face and quickly added, “but the clients will come here. I hope you are okay with that.”
“It’s okay….do you need some privacy?”
“No, you can stay here.” He cocked his head towards her. “So as I was saying there’s nothing in the contract that is against us having sex. We are both consenting adults and—”
“But you just said we should be friends.” Rachel said as she twirled her hair.
“I meant what I said, I want us to be friends but it doesn’t negate the fact that I might want to fuck you.”
He studied her expression. She seemed guarded but not surprised. She opened her mouth then decided against it and went to do the dishes. He stood there watching her her every movement.
He could imagine what he wanted to do. He would carry on the counter first. Then rip the shirt off her, worship her nipples with his tongue, he could also bite them. He could imagine her moans in his head. He could imagine the sound of his name of her lips when he was thrusting into her.
He was so easily turned on by her washing. Damn, he sounded like a horny teenager.
He felt a hand on his shoulder involuntarily waking him from his erotic fantasy.
“There’s someone at the door.” she said.
He adjusted his shirt and hurried to open the door.
“Hello Nathan.”
Oh.
Hell.
No.
Green eyes twinkled back at him. He could never forget those green eyes even if he tried. They had haunted him for a long time.
“NATASHA?”