Chapter 3 – Questions

(Blake's POV)

I almost burst out laughing as I stared at Tara. Her almond-shaped eyes almost pop out of her face as she realizes what she had just read.

'Holy mother,' she whispers as if she was about to faint.

I press my lips for a while to stop myself from laughing, then I stared at her face.

"What was the question again, sorry?" I pretended to be checking on something on my smartphone. I am sure she was pale a few minutes ago, but now her face flustered like an apple. She bites her lower lip, which she shouldn't do because it's turning me on.

She hesitates but repeats the question. "Have you ever had sex on the plane?"

"Yes," I answered as I stare and wait for her reaction.

She slowly lifts her eyes on me, and then look down to write on the card to write 'Yes'

"Would you rather give me the card, and then I'll just write down my answers," I suggest but she shakes her head.

She takes a deep breath before explaining. "Stella paid me for this, so I will finish this interview,"

My eyebrows knitted for a while. I am beginning to admire her feisty attitude. I could see her hands trembling as she gets another card. This time she learned her lesson. She reads the question first before asking me.

"With whom?" she asks, then adds "Your girlfriend? A client? An attendant?"

I couldn't hide my smile because I am sure there were only two words on the card. I wonder where her curiosity is coming from.

"With the co-pilot."

She raises her eyebrows, "You're not g-"

"The co-pilot was female, Tara," I cut in. "A hot and sexy co-pilot," I emphasized.

She nodded and it took a little while before she flips another card. This time I couldn't hide my eagerness to know her next question. Rolling her eyes means it is a more interesting question.

"How did you manage it?" she asks, but before I could answer, she reacts irksomely. "Really? This is too personal," she wiped her sweat on her forehead.

I smile and wonder what's going on with her mind at the moment. I looked amusedly as she wiped her forehead with her fingers.

"So?" She is mad, that I can't help but laugh.

"It was a long flight. She got bored and so am I," I answered, and I can't believe I am sharing it with her. "Besides we're on a private plane so... we managed it well,"

Her face is red again, but this time, it was because she is annoyed.

"Just like that?" her eyes wide and she shakes her head.

"Next question," I said, reaching on the card in her hand, but she backs away.

"Have you ever had sex with your boss?"

"Heavens, no! That would be too weird," I chuckled.

She places two cards separately, and I think I now understand that a 'no' means the next two questions would be insignificant.

"Have you ever had sex in the elevator?" she glances at the elevator and looks down on the card.

"Yes," I answered suppressing another smile as I watch her write my answer.

"Was it quick or not?"

"Quick,"

She nods and writes the answer as if the question was about his favorite color. She turns over another card.

"Details... What the.. really? details?" she is horrified by the question. "Stella, I'll kill you later," It was almost a whisper but since we're seated near each other, I could hear her clearly.

"Not many details. Kissing here and there. The model I was with had a quick orgasm," I look at her, and her eyes are wide and mouth half-open as if shock with what I was saying. "Should I be more specific?"

She sneered and gave me a dagger look.

I shrug and watch her flip another card.

"Have you ever had sex with the same sex?" she continues.

"No."

She flips two cards again, "What's your favorite position and why?" she takes a deep breath and shakes her head.

"Should I say it or write it?" I ask her, seeing she's not comfortable with the question, I felt uncomfortable, too. I can see her fidgeting her hands.

"Just answer it educationally," she gritted her teeth. I can smell war in between her and Stella.

I chuckled, but she glares at me, making me raise both my hands.

"Fine... hmn... educational way... Isn't it better shown not told?" I joke, but her dagger eyes made me laugh and talk. If looks could kill, I would be dead, and the world will mourn.  "Well, I'm not a selfish man so I always make sure that my partner will be satisfied,"

She nods, trying to concentrate on the card. She seems to be doodling when she feels tense.

"Have you had sex before, Tara?" I couldn't help but ask. Also, I am dying to know because she feels uneasy about the question.

"I told you, no personal question, Blake. Just answer the question please," she says as she bites her lower lip, just looking down and doodling on the card.

I roll my eyes. Just thinking about it, and talking about it with her arouses me. I am getting angry about this whole dirty interview thing because in front of me is a really attractive, innocent woman. Every time she bites her lips makes me want to taste it, to bite it.

"The Lotus," I answer while looking intently at her. I sighed, thinking of how to respond to her  'educational manner' request, "As you sit on top of me, and wrap your legs around my back, with your arms around my neck, this makes me penetrate to you deeply---"

She cuts in, "Do you really have to use you and me in your answer, Blake?" She raises her head and meets my eyes.

For a few seconds, I think I saw her eyes darken with desire but snaps it out right away.

"I haven't really explained why it's my favorite,"

She sniggers and shakes her head, and then flips another card. "Do you prefer sex at night, in the morning, mid-afternoon, or now?" she furrows her forehead and takes a deep breath again, but she didn't say anything.

I wonder if Stella is some kind of pimp, or a tomboy trying to flirt with Samantha.

"If I answer now, what will happen?" I ask and look at her. I feel like she is my prey and if I couldn't control myself and if just like the other women, she agrees to play with me, I would be glad to show her what I really like.

"I'll be writing your answer that's what will happen. So, what's your answer?"

"Now,"

I am hating this whole interview thing. Her questions are turning me on, and I don't know how long I could hold myself.

 "How many questions do I still have to answer?" I ask. If she throws another question, I might not be able to hold myself. I might pounce at Tara.

 "That'll be the last," she says quietly, stacking the remaining cards inside the envelope.

I can still see ten or fifteen cards. I wagged my finger to tell her to stop.

"Wait here," I said, standing up and walking to the patio.

I look at the sky. It's still raining cats and dogs even when the weather forecast promised good weather today. This thunderstorm must be over in an hour, but with the looming gray clouds, I doubt it. 

I press Matthew's number and glances at Tara, making sure she's still there.

"Yo!" his usual greetings to me. "Who this time?" he asks me, knowing my call means urgent information.

"Matthew, do me a favor, find this name, and tell me about her. ASAP." I end the call and texted him Stella's full name and waits for his answer. From my spot, I watch Tara. My eyebrows raise as she takes a handkerchief from her bag and wipes the corner of her eyes and cheeks.

Is she crying? Suddenly, I felt furious about this embarrassing incident. I shouldn't have lied to her. I shouldn't have pretended to be Sam.

I guess I was too focused on her that when my phone rings, I jumped in surprise. I answered Matthew right away.

 "That was fast. Is she famous or something?"

 "Not really," he answers, "But if you're a fan of romance and erotica novels, she is. She's a really good writer. She has a future. Why?"

"How did you know her?" I ask curiously. 

"Dude, you should know. She's a junior editor in your publishing company," Matthew laughs at the other line.

"Thanks," I press the end call on the screen and I start to realize the point of this interview. It was really meant for Samantha for her book, a female point of view, and not his. My chest is fuming with anger at myself as I gaze at Tara, who met a womanizer like me who is ready to devour a meek and incorrupt prey.

I walk back to her, and this time she meets my eyes. Her beautiful eyes got puffy from crying and her cute nose red.

"It would be a waste of time if I don't finish answering those questions, Tara," I said, extending my hand to get the envelope. "I called the publishing company, and I guess Stella didn't have the time to explain to you what it's for," I lied, studying her reaction.

She didn't give me the envelope. I almost grumbled. This woman has full of trust issues.

"Stella said it took her a great deal of time before she got an appointment with you," She held on the envelope, "I feel okay now. I was just shock and angry," she explains. "and hungry," she adds, cheeks turning red, "and thirsty," she smiles apologetically at him.

"You cried because you're hungry and thirsty?" I couldn't believe what I have just heard.

She smiled shyly. "Sort of, and besides, I already wired the money to my sister, so I can't really return it to Stella. I have to finish this. I can do this." 

I shook my head, "Don't worry about Stella. I'll make sure we'll have another time soon," I promised.

Finally, she gives me the envelope and grabs her bag.

I panic. I don't want her to leave yet.

"I haven't had lunch yet, too," I lied again, and turn my eyes on the pile of folders on Samantha's table. "Would you like to join me?" I ask, but she seems to hesitate. "Please," This is my first time to say 'please' to a woman. Usually, they please me.

"Okay," she answers, looking at the 'crazy' weather outside. "Where? In the cafeteria?"

I shake my head. I knew that if we go there, she would be the talk of the town in just a few minutes and I'm sure the paparazzi are immortals even in this kind of weather.

"How about I cook?" I suggested.

She looks around, curious as to where I would do that. "Where?"

"In Mr. Williamson's penthouse," I pointed to the glass door.

"Are you crazy?" she whispers, "What if he comes?"

I almost laugh at her reaction. I shook my head. "I do this all the time," I give my hand to her, and to my surprise, she accepted it. Her hand feels small when I held it.

I pulled her towards the glass door before she changes her mind.