Chapter 21

Chapter 21: In which she is ready to face the bumpy road.

Stuck in a bathroom, in the same situation as her, I can now finally understand why Bella felt like she needed to prep herself up before she went to her awaiting husband Edward Cullen....in my case boss/boyfriend Nathan Synclair.

Both men are pure perfection…if you could ignore the sparkles.

I mean, the sparkling was a bit overrated, but who cares about glitters when there's a delicious six pack underneath it, right? Edward wasn’t all that toned in Movie 1 but he sure got fit later on. As for me, I didn’t have that problem with Nate. From the way his shirts hugged his form, there was nothing left to the imagination as to what lay underneath.

I had seen Nate shirtless countless times back in high school too. He used to be the goalkeeper in our soccer team in Bellevue High and he sure had some toned abs that countless bitches ran their hands through. But no regrets there, he's mine now and he doesn't even remember their names.

I fisted my hands on the wall as I let the lukewarm water cascade down my back. Nate had taken a shower before me in the en suite bathroom attached to the penthouse that he owned on the topmost floor of his office building and now I was stuck here fantasizing about those wet, hard abs with droplets of water running down his body and into that towel he wore low on his hips, giving me a very good look at the trail of hair on his lower abdomen and the V surrounding them.

He had done it on purpose, I'm pretty darn sure about that one. He had done it on purpose but the excuse he gave was that there was only one bathrobe and he wanted me to have it. That did not mean that he didn't have any change of clothes, because I saw an entire wardrobe next to the king size bed. That leaves the half-assed excuse he’d made next that he forgot his clothes outside. Thankfully I didn't leave my clothes outside, even with every brain cell fried crispy from the view.

Turning off the shower, the water having turned cold, I stepped out and wrapped a fluffy red towel around me and stood in front of the mirror.

My honey blonde hair, which looked more a light brown now that it was wet, was plastered to my head and neck; my skin was flushed red from the warm water; my body looked a tad bit on the skinny side. In short, I looked like a drenched kangaroo. Well…I had no idea how a drenched kangaroo looked like but it was the most appropriate insult I could find at the moment.

"Way out of your league Savannah," I said to myself quietly, as I removed the towel and began drying myself. I put aside every other thought that kept on telling me that this was wrong and we'd be making a mistake, and focused only on Nate.

Yes, I liked him. A lot. Had liked him since the start of high school when he actually turned out to be a nice person and saved me from being bullied by the seniors, only to do it himself later on. But he's different now, we both are. And despite all our differences, we had always had a bond. And more than anything, I didn't want to ruin that.

I had decided a long time ago that when this was all over, when my father received everything that's coming his way, I'll go back to my home town and live a quiet life. I never wanted to come to the city. This wasn't my life, but I had promised Samuel to help him get revenge for our mother who was tossed aside like a rag doll, broken and sick, after she had served her purpose. But I didn't want Nathan to think that I was using him as one too. This was his life, his parents dream and I could never ask him to leave it all behind and come with me, and neither could I stay here forever, for my dreams were completely different.

Finally after all the analysis, I came to the conclusion that, what the hell! I like him and just because we might not have a future, doesn't mean I can't have a present with him. It's a hell of a bumpy road, but I'll face the obstacles as they come, rather than making more road-blocks of my own.

Five minutes later, I was dried and dressed in an oversized white tee and blue shorts, my hair was down and towel dried. It was time to face the devil.

Opening the door, I stepped out and into a dimly lit room, the only light coming from the bedside table lamp on Nate's side of the bed, where he sat over the covers wearing only pajama pants with his head resting on the headboard and arms folded on his chest, all glorious bulging muscles. His eyes were closed firmly and his face looked peaceful.

"Took you long enough," he commented just as I had presumed him asleep.

"I thought you were asleep," I walked towards the bed and took a seat on the opposite side.

But then, Nate's hand shot out all of a sudden and the next thing I know, I'm lying half on top of him, my legs spread out on the bed and my hands were on top of his bare chest, just above his steady heart with my hair spread all over the place. Maybe I was the only one making a big issue out of nothing because he clearly didn't seem even the slightest bit nervous while my hands and feet seemed to be taking a trip to South Pole.

"Now, how can I fall asleep when you were just a few feet away from me, inside that bathroom, touching yourself in places that I've wanted to touch for such a long time." It was a statement that nearly collapsed my lungs and my heart almost burst out of my chest.

He removed the hair from my face and tucked it neatly behind my ear. For a moment we just seemed to be lost in each other, his face the centre of my world, and from his expression, I knew I was the centre of his. How can someone’s presence be so magnetic that once you look into their eyes... everything else just disappears? I don't know who moved first but soon I was lying on my back on the bed, our lips locked, and tongues gliding over the other in a passionate dance for dominance.

Nate weaved his hands through my hair and tugged gently, bending my head backwards to expose my throat, breaking the kiss long enough for me to groan in protest. Nate's chuckle vibrated through his chest and I felt it in my breasts, making my nipples strain against the shirt and then, my back arched off the bed as he flicked out his tongue to lick the column of my throat.

Not giving me enough time to recover from the sensation, he kissed down to the centre of my collar bone and then continued his exploration just till the hemline of my shirt, above my breasts and then climbed back up again to lick and suck up my neck, and just below my left earlobe.

A shudder ran through my body, tingles shooting through every nerve as he found my spot and sucked hard on it till my breath turned to pants and I was sure it would leave a mark.

His lips joined my starved ones again as his fingers entwined with mine above my head. This kiss was slower but passionate enough to leave me feeling like jelly. And then he drew back.

When he didn't immediately return back to pay some more attention to any part of my body, I opened my eyes to look at him, breath still coming out in short pants. Nate was still hovering over me, our fingers still intertwined, but he didn’t give me what I wanted.

He smiled when he saw my questioning look. "Not so fast. I don’t think we’re ready yet." He said.

"You're saying that now?" When I was this turned on for him? And clearly he was too, since I could feel his arousal press against my lower abdomen. Then why was he playing hard to get?

"I'm saying that when we do this, things should be proper," he tried to explain but I guess my brain wasn't registering anything.

"There's a proper and improper way of having sex? Do tell."

He scowled. "So your saying you don't want to date first?"

My jaw dropped. "Then what the hell were we doing till now? You asked me to be your girlfriend, I accepted. That means we're dating!"

"I mean going on a date, Savannah."

Oh! That's what he meant.

"Are you asking me out?" I asked. Hopefully my stupidity hasn't convinced him to change his mind yet.

"Yes, Miss. Savannah Tresscot. I'm asking you to go on a date with me. Will you do me the honors?" he sat up on the bed and extended a hand to me.

I pretended to think for a while, which just earned me a glare in return, so I decided to cut him some slack and sat up against the headboard and placed my hand in his. My heart warmed at the smile that lit up his whole face, making him look like the Nathan I used to know.

Then, just to irritate him, I added. "Yes Boss!"