Curtains

Curtains
Ana Raine
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Copyright ©2014 Ana Raine

I looked up from mixing a cocktail to find my boss watching me from the end of the bar. With gorgeous blond hair and bright blue eyes, Calvin was a perfect sight. He dressed the part too, almost always clad in a crisp tailored suit and an expensive watch.

I had to admit, I was pretty lucky to have scored such a fantastic catch. I saw two women stop to flirt, but he politely refused. "I'm waiting for someone."

The women weren't regulars or else they would've known Calvin was interested only in me. Calvin smiled as a young woman lingered. We made eye contact. Playing along, I strolled over to him. "Hello, Sir," I said softly. "Can I offer you another drink?"

Calvin leaned over the bar to thread his fingers through my hair, holding my face still so he could press his lips to mine. "I just want you."

One of the women made a sort of squeaking noise and then they disappeared into the crowd.

"You really shouldn't do stuff like that," I scolded as I took his glass and filled it with water. "People will talk." Calvin was the one always making a point of keeping our relationship a secret. I wasn't sure what had gotten into him tonight.

"Don't be silly, Ian. Chicks love that sort of stuff."

"Maybe. But I am working."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, at my club. I'm not going to fire you, so quit worrying. You don't want your beautiful skin to get wrinkles."

Despite being twenty-three, I looked more like a teenager which was a rather sore point for me. "Yeah. But you're older than I am and you don't have wrinkles, so I'm not too worried."

Calvin chuckled before downing his water. "I'll be outside waiting. You're coming home with me, right?"

"Yes, but I drove."

"I'll just meet you at your apartment then. Be ready."

I blushed and tugged at the tie around my neck. I knew what he was going to say, but I asked anyway. "Why?"

"I want you."

Calvin always said the right thing at the right time -- except when it came to sex. He had three phrases he recycled when he was talking about sex with me.

Calvin caught the manager's attention. "James, it's been pretty quiet tonight. I'm going to head out early."

"Sure, you can head on out," James said from behind me as he touched my elbow and brought me back to the present.

"Thanks."

"Don't worry about it." James gave me a knowing smile.

"All right then. See you tomorrow."

"Okay." I had gathered my stuff and was putting on my coat when a figure emerged from the shadows at the side of my car. I stopped and was about to raise my clenched fists when I saw it was just Calvin. "I thought you were going to my apartment."

"I was," he admitted sheepishly. He had his hands behind his back and a guilty smile. "But I wanted to give these to you and make sure you got home safe."

The man really did care about me. He brought out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and handed them to me. They were heavier than they looked. "What are these for?"

"Our sixth month anniversary." Calvin made a face. "You don't let me buy you anything... ever."

"Thanks. I approve this gift."

Calvin wiped his forehead and joked, "Great. What a relief."

I started to laugh but he stepped closer and wound his arm around my waist. "I want to be inside of you. Let's hurry back to your place."

I shivered and nodded. This was so unlike Calvin. He never did public displays of affection, and the sudden change was a turn on. "I'll meet --"

"We can just take my car," Calvin suggested. "We both work tomorrow anyway."

I followed Calvin to his car and let him open the door for me, although he always did a double-check to make sure no one was paying particular attention to us.

"Are you hungry?" Calvin asked as he slipped into his seat. "We could stop and get something."

I shook my head. "I'm just really horny."

He blushed and then chuckled, resting his hand on my thigh, rubbing my leg. I slouched in my seat and spread my legs so he could touch my bulge, but he didn't. His eyes flickered to his hand and then stared at my erect cock.

"You can touch me," I said, softly, taking his hand. "Please, touch me."

He moved his fingers gingerly, grazing my cock once before removing his hand. The torture was too much, and I would've loved it if he did. But Calvin's face was beet red, and I knew he was just nervous.

I let go of his hand and leaned over, the flowers pressing against his shoulder and my chest. "You're killing me here," I whispered before nipping his earlobe. "Why won't you touch me?"