Chapter 80
NATHAN
I managed to find the place, thanks to the hotel receptionist. She knew where the bar was and gave me the address, which luckily wasn't too far away. There was a sign with giant flashing letters: Old Moon. There were also several people outside. I found a place to park.
I left the car and headed towards the entrance of the venue. The place was big and packed. How was I going to find her?
I thought about calling and looking for someone with a cell phone. But she doesn't answer. Damn! It's no wonder, with all this noise. I look around again. Nothing... Wait, I spot the guy who was at her house earlier, near the counter. I approach him and touch his shoulder.
"Excuse me."
"Yes? You're..."
"Yes. Nathan. Kate told me she was here. But I'm having trouble finding her. Have you seen her?"
"Sure. I'll show you." He signals for me to follow him and starts walking towards the back of the bar. Further back, I catch sight of her. She was laughing and then shouted something to her friends at the table.
"Thank you," I said, passing in front of him. I approached her, touching her arm.
"Ryan!" She shouted when she saw me, wide-eyed.
"Hello, girls!" I said before leaning in to speak in her ear. "Let's go."
I see her friends whispering.
"No, I don't want to. It's still early," she refuses.
"Who's your friend, Kate?" one of them asks, excitedly.
"Nathan is my... boss," she says with a mischievous smile. She's going to end up spilling the beans and regretting it later.
"Come with me for a second." I hold her arm. She gets up with a little difficulty. "Excuse us, girls. It was a pleasure." I move away from the table, taking her with me, heading toward the back.
"No. Stop." God! She's really dizzy. "Why are you here?"
"I came to get you." I stop in a corridor where there's no one, and the noise from the bar is quieter. She leans against the wall.
"I'm not going with you. I'm fine."
"How much have you been drinking?"
"Go away. You're so annoying... you don't control me."
"Let's go." I take her hand. She was acting funny.
"No." She tries to stop me, but can't even stand straight. "Leave me alone. Damn it."
I continue walking towards the door at the end of the corridor, leading to an alley, taking her with me.
"Wait..."
"Come on, the car is right there." How could she have drunk so much that she can't even stand?
"I... damn it... just wait a little. My shoes." I stop.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
"So grumpy." She laughs before getting closer. "I can fix that if you want." She slides her finger down my chest.
"Kate, just walk, please." I turn around, but she pulls my arm. Putting her arms around my neck, she presses her body against mine.
"I don't want to go. I want you now."
"Okay. Let's go to the car."
"In the car?" She bites her lower lip, full of mischief.
"Let's go."
We walk to the car. I open the door and help her get in. Going around, I do the same.
"Buckle up."
"Do this... do that... such a bossy guy!"
"Kate..."
"Shhh..." She puts her finger on her lips and then laughs. "I want..." She leans closer. I feel apprehensive that she might end up hurting herself. She puts her hand on my dick, pressing it. Enough to awaken it. I remove her hands.
"We're leaving."
"You're telling me... no?" She laughs.
"Buckle up."
"I hate you." We're not leaving like this. I lean in, fastening her seatbelt.
"I'm going back."
"No. You need a shower and bed."
"Are you going to give me a shower?" She asks, smiling, full of innuendos. If I wasn't irritated with her for drinking so much, I would find the situation comical.
"I am."
"Mmm... I can't wait." She looks adorable, with no trace of sarcastic humor. Maybe I should keep her like this.
"Do you want to tell me something?" I ask, noticing that she's staring at me.
"You're so hot." This time, I have to hold back laughter.
"Thank you. Now, let's get you out of here."
"Kate?"
She fell asleep during the drive. I could carry her upstairs, but I'm afraid she'll kill me when she sobers up. I definitely wouldn't want anyone to see her like this.
"Kate?" I touch her face, trying to wake her up.
"Hmm."
"We've arrived."
"Where?"
"At the hotel. Let me unbuckle you." I unfasten her seatbelt.
"Now, are you going to give me a shower?" She bites her lip, sleepy.
"Yeah. I think you need it." She gestures for me to come closer.
"What?"
"Promise you'll make me wet?" She whispers and laughs. Wordplay? Seriously, Collins? How do you come up with these things? You're surprising even when you're drunk.
"Let's go."
I help her out of the car, and we go up to the room.
"Have a seat."
"Yes, sir, yes." She flops onto the couch and starts struggling to take off her shoes.
"Need some help?"
"Sure." She smiles.
I kneel to remove her shoes. While I take off one, she slides her foot on my thigh, heading toward my cock.
"I think you can handle the rest on your own." I stand up.
"Aaargh... I really need help."
"I don't think so."
She shrugs and gets to her feet, still a little unsteady. I almost laugh. Then she takes off her blouse and bra at once, on top of her clothes. If I don't find something else to focus on, I'll have serious problems.
I walk over to the table where the whiskey is and pour myself a drink. I feel her hugging me from behind a second later.
"I'm ready." I feel her breasts pressing against my back. I turn to her, and she's completely naked now. I point to the bathroom. She gives me a playful look and then takes the glass from my hand.
"No. You're not drinking anymore." I try to reach for the glass as she laughs. "Enough. You need a shower." I take it from her.
"I don't want to take a shower. I want you." She pushes me, making me sit on the bed, and climbs onto me.
"Kate..." I try to remove her arms from around my neck.
"Shhhh..." She laughs. "You're so big..." She caresses my face with a serious expression. "I want you deep inside me..." Fuck. I quickly lift her off me. I stand up and place the glass on the table before leading her to the bathroom. She drives me crazy, even now.
I turn on the shower with cold water. It'll be good for me, too. I gesture for her to step into the shower. She seems drowsy but refuses.
"No."
"Kate..."
"I don't want to." I move toward her and lift her in my arms. She laughs.
"Wait... Wait!"
"What?"
"When did having sex with you become so difficult?" She looks at me with her big green eyes.
"I also wonder how you can be so devious even when you're drunk."
"Huh?"
"Let's go."
"Only if you come with me."
"You don't have a choice."
"You are a terrible boyfriend." She pouts. I laugh. Boyfriend? She's really not well. "Why not?" She whines. I lean against the wall with my arms crossed, watching the water wet her body.
"If you hadn't been drinking..."
"As if you've never had sex while drunk."
"Only when I wasn't the only one. Understand... You wouldn't like it tomorrow." Especially if she doesn't remember anything later.
I sit on the bed. That was exhausting. It's almost one in the morning.
Minutes later, I help her dry off and put on one of my shirts. She can't stand on her own, so we lie down. I realize how strange the situation is: I'm going to sleep with her without having had sex before. Damn. I don't know how I'll be able to sleep like this. All this frustration, and she's wearing just that. Shit.
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