Unwanted Heat

Kenzie.

Fuck!! Kenzie is the beautiful woman who was swimming in the pool.

What the fuck?!?!? I can’t be picturing fucking her! I can’t complicate our perfect arrangement by finding her attractive! FUCK!!!! I knew she likely had an incredible body; some of the dresses she has worn have made that obvious but I never expected to see her in so little clothing as she is wearing right now. I know without even closing my eyes that the image of her in the bikini is burned into my mind. How the fuck am I ever going to look at her again without picturing her like this?

FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK…

Not only am I now left trying to figure out how to burn the image from my mind, but I’m stuck with a fucking hard on in the middle of the gym! I slow the pace down on the treadmill, close my eyes and begin picturing all sorts of unattractive images in my mind. Finally after several minutes, I am able to get myself under control and thankfully when I open my eyes she is gone from the pool area.

“Let’s go, Carter.”

“Yes, sir.”

Returning to my condo, I immediately take off for my shower to wash the sweat from my body before breakfast and ultimately another day of work, even though it’s Sunday. My mother convinced me to come to dinner tonight so I only have a few hours to get work done before I need to leave. I strip my clothes off and enter the hot shower, letting the water wash away the grime of the gym. I make the mistake of closing my eyes and, of course, the image of fucking Kenzie against the wall in the pool room returns. Unlike at the gym when I was only picturing a body, this time I’m imagining it’s her against the wall. I’m picturing her arms behind her back, her ass in my hand, her pussy gripping me tightly and her moaning in my ear begging me to fuck her harder.

I’m picturing everything I want from her, which is absolutely nothing she would want from me. She is not the type of woman who gets fucked hard against a wall. She is the type who expects to be made love to -something I could never give her. She deserves so much more: she deserves better than me. If nothing else, hopefully this arrangement gives what she needs to improve her life so she can find someone who is right for her… someone who is not me.

Although I know she would never want it, I’m still picturing myself thrusting into her warm body against the cold, hard wall tile. My hand grasps my dick, stroking it as I’m imagining her sex stroking me. I can almost feel her breath against my ear, panting, as I bring her closer and closer to her release. I begin stroking myself faster as I wonder what she would look like when she came. Would she open her eyes? Would she scream my name? Is she quiet or loud when her orgasm finally hits?

“Fuck, Kenzie!” I hiss as I come at the mere thought of how she might look as she came as well.

DAMN IT!!

I need to stop thinking about her like this; picturing her naked isn’t going to help our arrangement, in fact it will only make it worse. How the fuck can I kiss her goodnight on the cheek after a date if I’m picturing her naked against a wall? How can I tell her how beautiful she looks in a dress when I’m imagining what I now know is underneath it? DAMN IT!!!

I drag myself from the shower, just as my dick is beginning to twitch yet again at the thought of Kenzie’s body against mine. It was hard enough last night after dinner to kiss her on the cheek, especially when she looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and I couldn’t help but wonder how her soft lips would feel against mine. What the fuck am I going to do the next time I see her? How am I going to keep my hands or lips off her? I need to do something or not only will I break the terms of our contract but I will risk losing the perfect solution to my public image situation as I have no doubt that she does not think of me the way I think of her.

I force myself to focus on work the remainder of the day, pushing her as far away from my mind as possible. It’s the only thing I can do, because if I sit and think about her much longer, I’m tempted to take the elevator down the few floors that are separating us right now and do something she will hate. For the first time I understand why Bridget’s contract insists that our addresses remain private; it would be so much easier if I didn’t know she was only a few floors below me…

“Sir?” Carter pulls me from my thoughts which have once again become nearly entirely focused on Kenzie.

“I’ll be ready to leave in five.”

Thankfully the ride to my parent’s house is not focused on Kenzie. I have a slew of emails from Alex that provide me with details about several companies requesting our assistance. The fact that Alex and I are both working on a Sunday afternoon doesn’t surprise me; a successful business doesn’t get built by working only Monday through Friday, nine to five. Especially when some of the companies we work with are all over the globe, which means in they are in different time zones. Alex knows just as well as I do that our business requires “nontraditional” hours and thankfully he has no problem putting in these hours.

Before I realize it Carter has stopped the car in front of my parent’s house, I quickly finish my last email and let Alex know that I will be unavailable for the next couple of hours. My parents hate it when I spend dinner on my phone so when at all possible I try to respect their wishes and not respond to emails unless they are urgent. Alex knows the routine and will call if something comes up and I don’t respond right away to his email.

“Nicholas!” Cara races out the front door to great me before I reach the door.

“Cara… One day you’re going to knock me to the ground,” I can’t help but wrap my arms around her and twirl her around.

“Where’s Kenzie? I was hoping you would bring her tonight,” she poutsNôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“I told mom, Kenzie was busy tonight and not able to make it to dinner,” I lie.

“I know… I was still hoping you would bring her.”

“Another time, perhaps.”

“We were just looking at the picture of you two from last night, which is why I was hoping you would bring her.”

“Picture?”

“From your date…”

“Are you sure it’s from last night? It might be from-”

“The story said it was from last night. You were at Lake View right?”

“We were… I didn’t know anyone got a picture of us.”

“Come inside, I’ll show you.”

I quickly great my parents and Austin while Cara grabs her ipad to show me the article that was posted today. I’ve made it a habit of checking the gossip sites every day for anything new written about me but somehow today I forgot.

Is Nicholas Parker becoming a romantic?

A source dining at the Lake View Restaurant last night

captured Nicholas Parker, billionaire playboy, out to dinner with the woman that PFS has referred to as his romantic interest. Our source captured this grainy picture of the two sharing dinner overlooking the lake at what is one of the most romantic tables in the entire dining room- sought after because of the incredible views.

According to the source, Nicholas Parker and his date spent several hours at the restaurant apparently lost in their own world. “They barely looked up from each other when the waiter brought their food,” our source says. “They were the last customers to leave; the entire dining room was empty by the time they finally pulled away from each other.

They’ve obviously known one another for some time; they looked very comfortable together.” According to our source, they walked out of the dining room holding hands and got into the same car. So New York… how long do you think our Playboy will be able to commit to one woman? We all know he hasn’t been seen with the same woman since…

I immediately stop reading the article, not wanting to taint the night by thinking about what happened the last time I trusted a woman enough to let her into my life. If nothing else this article is a reminder that I need to be careful, reinforcing the fact that I need to keep the arrangement with Kenzie strictly professional. While it seems like my image transformation is working, this reporter is quick to remind everyone that they still think I’m a playboy at the core. If only the media knew the true story; I was never a playboy… even before her I wasn’t a playboy. She was a mistake; she is the reason I keep my personal life confined. She is the reason I will never again fall for a woman. She is the reason I could never be more than a business transaction to Kenzie.