enjoying yourself, Society Girl?”
I laugh. Using that nickname in this place makes me realize how far away I am from that person. Right now I am not the woman who is the daughter of a judge or engaged to a partner at a very successful investment firm. I am not the big sister who has to be an example to her sister and brother. I am not the person who has to be reserved and conservative. I am free and happy and laughing and enjoying myself. Right now I don’t have a care in the world and it is all thanks to this man sitting next to me.
“I am. Thanks,” I say beaming at him. “I don’t remember the last time I laughed this much or had this much fun.” I don’t know what comes over me, but I grab his face and I pull him into me and kiss him. It’s not an innocent ‘thank you’ kiss either. I kiss him with passion, sealing our mouths together with an intensity that I didn’t know I had lying dormant inside of me. Instantly, heat infuses me and I hear myself moan as Quinton takes over exploring the depths of my mouth with his tongue.
I forget where we are a nd that we aren’t alone as I try to remove any space between our bodies. Quinton pulls me into his lap and I can feel his erection pressing against the front of his designer jeans into my backside. My insides are quivering and I am now wishing we were somewhere else so we can get closer than we are now.
Quinton is the first to pull away. He places his forehead against mine and reluctantly places me back in the seat next to him. I think that I’ve done something wrong, but realize that Quinton is as affected as I am. I can tell that he is trying to regain control of himself as he spouts a few profanities under his breath. He waits a moment before he looks over at me with eyes that are filled with want and desire that I am sure are reflected back in my own.
After a moment he says, “Sasha Ellis, I will have you. But this is not the time or place.” He then leans over and places and lingering kiss on my lips and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. He lets out a groan before releasing it and the sound sends a shudder through my body making me squeeze my legs together. The way my body reacts to this man is unsettling as well as exciting. After hearing for so long that it takes time for love and passion to grow between two people, I realize how wrong I was to believe that. I now realize that Daryn and I would never have the kind of passion I feel when I’m in Quinton’s arms.
I get quiet and Quinton senses my change in mood. He probably thinks I feel guilty for kissing him but I don’t. I feel trapped. Trapped in my other life. I’ve experienced passion and desire and I feel sorry for myself because I know that I will be resigned to a life of charity galas, business luncheons, society parties, while being Daryn’s wife.
“You okay?”
I nod. If I speak, I may break down. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. Like Quinton has said… I am a grown woman and it’s my own fault if I marry Daryn and accept a life I don’t want. I will only be able to blame myself.
I have no idea how to move forward.
I pull my shoulders back and do decide to ‘put my big girl panties on’ as Neesa always says and decide to just do what I need to do. I will talk to Daryn and tell him that I am not ready to marry him. I will tell him that I have no desire to live my life hosting cocktail parties and being a younger version of his mother. I won’t do it. I don’t want to do it. I will deal with the fallout of that decision like an adult.
***
The drive back seems to go by more quickly than the drive there. I guess it’s because I’ve made some decisions about myself and my life. I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m smiling like an idiot and humming along to the music playing in the car. Surprisingly enough, I know this particular song since it is one that Neesa often plays when she is getting ready to go out.
“What are you so happy
I laugh. Using that nickname in this place makes me realize how far away I am from that person. Right now I am not the woman who is the daughter of a judge or engaged to a partner at a very successful investment firm. I am not the big sister who has to be an example to her sister and brother. I am not the person who has to be reserved and conservative. I am free and happy and laughing and enjoying myself. Right now I don’t have a care in the world and it is all thanks to this man sitting next to me.
“I am. Thanks,” I say beaming at him. “I don’t remember the last time I laughed this much or had this much fun.” I don’t know what comes over me, but I grab his face and I pull him into me and kiss him. It’s not an innocent ‘thank you’ kiss either. I kiss him with passion, sealing our mouths together with an intensity that I didn’t know I had lying dormant inside of me. Instantly, heat infuses me and I hear myself moan as Quinton takes over exploring the depths of my mouth with his tongue.
I forget where we are a nd that we aren’t alone as I try to remove any space between our bodies. Quinton pulls me into his lap and I can feel his erection pressing against the front of his designer jeans into my backside. My insides are quivering and I am now wishing we were somewhere else so we can get closer than we are now.
Quinton is the first to pull away. He places his forehead against mine and reluctantly places me back in the seat next to him. I think that I’ve done something wrong, but realize that Quinton is as affected as I am. I can tell that he is trying to regain control of himself as he spouts a few profanities under his breath. He waits a moment before he looks over at me with eyes that are filled with want and desire that I am sure are reflected back in my own.
After a moment he says, “Sasha Ellis, I will have you. But this is not the time or place.” He then leans over and places and lingering kiss on my lips and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. He lets out a groan before releasing it and the sound sends a shudder through my body making me squeeze my legs together. The way my body reacts to this man is unsettling as well as exciting. After hearing for so long that it takes time for love and passion to grow between two people, I realize how wrong I was to believe that. I now realize that Daryn and I would never have the kind of passion I feel when I’m in Quinton’s arms.
I get quiet and Quinton senses my change in mood. He probably thinks I feel guilty for kissing him but I don’t. I feel trapped. Trapped in my other life. I’ve experienced passion and desire and I feel sorry for myself because I know that I will be resigned to a life of charity galas, business luncheons, society parties, while being Daryn’s wife.
“You okay?”
I nod. If I speak, I may break down. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. Like Quinton has said… I am a grown woman and it’s my own fault if I marry Daryn and accept a life I don’t want. I will only be able to blame myself.
I have no idea how to move forward.
I pull my shoulders back and do decide to ‘put my big girl panties on’ as Neesa always says and decide to just do what I need to do. I will talk to Daryn and tell him that I am not ready to marry him. I will tell him that I have no desire to live my life hosting cocktail parties and being a younger version of his mother. I won’t do it. I don’t want to do it. I will deal with the fallout of that decision like an adult.
***
The drive back seems to go by more quickly than the drive there. I guess it’s because I’ve made some decisions about myself and my life. I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m smiling like an idiot and humming along to the music playing in the car. Surprisingly enough, I know this particular song since it is one that Neesa often plays when she is getting ready to go out.
“What are you so happy
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