Initiate Me(7)By: Elle Raven
My eyes darted to the door of The Clubhouse in Tanunda where the after-party was being held. It was easy to find; it was opposite the picturesque gardens which housed the famous Tanunda Rotunda, on the corner of Murray Street and Bilyara Road in Tanunda's town centre. Max had organised the after-party celebration so guests could continue to celebrate, and I sure planned on doing that.
I smiled at Milan as she cozied up to Blake Ross. She gave me the thumbs up, and when I spun my head back around, my pulse leaped. Zane walked through the door I'd been stalking.
He glanced up, our eyes met, and he walked over to me, stopping in front of me. “I’m here.”
"Great," I replied in a husky voice. It's all I managed to say as my heart thumped so hard I thought it was going to bounce right out of my body.
“I'm going to get a drink. You want one?"
I nodded. “Sure.”
“Don’t disappear on me, angel.”
“No way. I’ll be right here.”
I let out a nervous breath as he walked off, gifting me with a glimpse of his tight buns and muscular legs encased in his tuxedo. He'd shed his jacket and his white shirt stretched across his wide shoulders. Oh, man, just looking at him made my body quiver. I desperately wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against mine and trace every single one of those hard ridges of his chest.
When he returned and handed me my wine, he asked, “Now, Mia...you serious about these games you want to play? The big question is, baby, are you up to what I've got planned for these fun and games?"
Holy shit. I shook my head. My mouth was so dry all I could do was nod. No words came out of my mouth. None. At all.
“Angel, I've got to ask you, though, why did you come on to me back at the reception, when you can have any other young guy here?”
I stared into my wine hoping it would give me an answer. If I answered him honestly, I'd be giving myself away, and I didn't quite know how to. How was I supposed to answer that?
Before I could even answer, his rough hand curled over my wrist, stroking my palms. I got that feeling again, that quiver in my stomach. I was so out of my league with Zane. His gaze was fixated on my mouth, the lust in his eyes sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck. You have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen. All I want to do is explore it and run my tongue over every inch of those plump, red lips.”
Oh, Lord, I'm not used to this. My eyes searched for Milan to help me out but she was nowhere to be seen, so I blurted out the first thing which came to my mind. “Do you want to dance?”
“Baby, dancing that Tarantella got me hard enough. The next time I get that close to you, I'm going to make it worth my while."
There was more silence between us, and I felt like such a ditz. With my confidence slipping, there was no way I'd be able to go through with my seduction plans. I had to do something.
Here goes nothing! I hooked one of my fingers around his leather belt buckle and pulled him toward me. "How about you start by getting closer to me right now, Zane?"
Somehow, with his hot hands on my lower back, he managed to manoeuvre me over to a secluded spot in the bar. When he spun me around, I held on to his thick forearms.
"Tell me, angel. Why are you flirting with me?" he asked. "There's got to be an ulterior motive as to why you're doing it."
"Is it so hard to believe I may just find you attractive? Geez, you must have a very low opinion of me, Zane!"
"Don't bullshit me, Mia. I'm too old to play these games," he gritted out.
"There you go again. Always making excuses about our age difference. I'm twenty-six and you are the ripe old age of thirty-four. Yeah, you are so old, Zane. I better run out and buy you that walking frame!" My chest heaved with my growing anger.
“Don't take it personally, angel. I've got a low opinion of women in general; it's not you.”
"I'm not like other women. I'm different." I let my fingers trace the ridge of his collarbone. “I'm not teasing you, but...I do have a confession to make."
His eyes hardened. “A confession? What, you think you’re at church or something, angel?”
"No, I need something. Wait a minute, let me rephrase that. I want something from you. Something I only want you to give me.”
“And what might that be, angel?”
“I want you to teach me everything there is to know about sex.”
I spat out my scotch, totally blown away by her so-called confession. "What the fuck did you just ask me?"
“Exactly that. I want you to teach me how to fuck, Zane." She smiled as if she was asking me to politely change a tyre on her car or something.