Confusing women pt 3

"Get out," she’d said, taking one look at his greek god—like body and apparently deciding she was going to pass. 

She sat down at her dresser and took in her new hairdo. And as she did, so did he. His mouth went dry, jaw dropped to the floor. She was wearing a knee length, violet dress. On her feet she wore classical black high heels. Aaron had always had a thing for black heels. Everything came together with a charming diamond necklace to subtly draw attention to her rack, which ladies and gentlemen, was also fantastic. And then of course there was the new haircut. Gone was the girl next door. There was no ponytail today and probably wouldn't be for a while. The way the chin length haircut framed her face made it look like red hair was invented for her. 

Wait, did she just tell him to get out? 

Aaron promptly slipped out of the bed and went to stand behind her, making sure she got a good look in the mirror. She looked, of course she did, she ran her eyes all the way down his body, surveying him like she was considering buying a slave and then went back to looking at herself and touching up her makeup. 

“Impressive,” she said apathetically. “Five stars.”

What the hell was happening? This was not a response Aaron Condor was used to. Stay calm Aaron, she’s just playing with you. On the inside, she’s a wreck. A complete mess. They always are. 

“Usually this goes a little differently,” said Aaron, turning on the charm. “Usually I show up in someone’s bed and I get a ‘how do you want me?’ not a ‘get out.’”

As he approached, Aria felt her pulse quicken. Of course his body was doing things to her. She didn’t think he would go this far this quickly. Hell, just last night he was a being a fucking gentleman, as much as Aaron Condor could be asked to be a gentleman at any rate. He had looked, boy had he ever, but he didn't try anything. Now here he was ambushing her in her bedroom! 

He was standing right behind her now, bending his head down to her neck, staring down her dress as he watched her in the mirror. 

"Sounds like your ‘usually’ is screwing a bunch of airheads," she answered, turning around, just as his lips grazed her neck. 

She stared straight at his package, put a finger just above it and dragged it up his six pack before putting her finger in her mouth and sucking it. 

"Like I said, impressive," she said, her eyes darkening. 

She got up, grabbed his head by his hair and pulled his face down to hers so that she was looking him straight in the eye. 

"Still not impressed though."

He snaked an arm around her waist, his head dipping down to her chest. She inhaled sharply as she felt the skin of his face, his hot breath, make contact with her breasts, her chest, shoulders and neck, felt his hands go down her arms, down her sides before he slid them down and grabbed her ass. He looked into her eyes. They were dark with lust.