jay is just a joke

Witness Protection at the Bears Den - by titan

Part 6  Ken and Dan blew enormous clouds of smoke towards Jerrod, the acrid smoke filling the small shop. Noticing Dan looking at the amount of smoke his cigar was producing, Ken said,”Their a special”. And with that, Ken produced some smelling salts and waved them under Jerrod’s nose. It seemed to be working, as a low moan could be heard from Jerrod’s lips. Soon his head started to move from side to side.  Ken said, “Come on Jerry, you must have dozed off, don’t you want to see your new look?”  Jerrod, still very groggy said, “Whose Jerry, and w-where….am….?”  “Your Jerry, that’s a better name for you now.”Ken replied.  Trying to focus, Jerrod opened his eyes. “I feel …so weird….man….why am I so sore?”  “Well you did down a few of our special brews.” Ken laughed.  As Jerrod became fully conscious, he was also aware he couldn’t move in the chair.”Why can’t I ………..No …..my god…….” He was now aware that the person in the mirror that was coming into focus was him. But how can it be, this was a dream, a nightmare- it had to be. “What have you…how can you…….” Jerrod began to pull and twist in the chair, trying to loosen the restraints, it was then he noticed the rest of his body. “AHHHHHHHH!” he screamed, “Fucken bastard! What have you ….done? Look at me….How can I be so fat, where has all this hair come from? I’m a ..a….freak!!”  “Quiet dip shit or we’ll add a few more pounds to that belly of yours,”growled Ken.  “YOU MOTHERFUCKER! Your going to pay for this.”  Ken noticing Jerrod had stopped wriggling, trying to free himself replied, “Jerry! Your going to enjoy this ‘new you’ pretty soon,” Ken knew that the cigar smoke had a mix of herbs known to change a man’s will very quickly. “Breathe deeply boy! Enjoy the cigar smoke.”  Jerrod coughed deeply as he realised the heavy smoke was filling his mouth and nostrils.  “How? How can I, go back to….work?” Jerrod was having trouble talking now.  “You don’t have to worry about your job, anymore! Dan’s going to takeover from you.”  Jerrod was starting to get use to the smoke, in fact he found himself starting to like the smoke – that was odd? He thought, he’d always hated cigars. “What do you mean Dan´s  taking over?” Jerrod heard himself to say, wondering why he was feeling so relaxed when he should be as angry as hell. He heard a sound behind him and Ken swung him round to face a large television screen. It had a series of bright patterns swirling across the screen flicking and changing.”W-what…is…the……..pictures.. are strange…why are you…….”  “Quiet now Jerry and just relax, breathe in deeply through your nose, breathe out through your mouth…..that’s it!” Ken said in an even tone.  Part 7  Jerrod was surprised how quickly his anger disappeared. He was having trouble remembering why he was even here. It was something to do with those patterns in front of him. They seemed to be calming. These pictures and patterns flashing before him were addictive; he couldn’t turn away, they seemed to be compelling his mind to watch and remember Jerrod’s mind was playing tricks on him – he should be angry at Ken but part of him felt he should only focus on the pictures on the screen. Then he heard a voice. It sounded like Ken’s but the tone was softer. "Breathe in….now breathe out….slowly….you can only hear my voice.” Ken continued, "Breathing in, now slowly breathe out and as you do, you are becoming more relaxed.¨ The constant flashes and suggestions causing the deep hypnosis as Jerrod’s mind and body succumbed to the pictures now low and incredibly soothing. “That’s it Jerry, focus only on the sound of my voice. Relax!¨  “You are totally relaxed aren’t you Jerry?.” Ken softly asked.  “Yes….but my name is Jerrod!”  “But from now on you prefer to be called Jerry, don’t you?”  “I think so,” said the stunned Jerrod.  “When you say Jerry, you will always want to be called by that name. Say your name is Jerry.”  “My name is Jerry.”  “Good boy Jerry. Now the pictures you are seeing are part of your new life. You want to be with these people, you want to be a part of their lifestyle. With each picture your becoming more and more the punk biker. With each picture you’re growing further and further away from your old self – you hated being Jerrod. This is who you are now.”  And at that very moment a head shot of Jerry was blazing across the screen. It was from a small camera installed at the top of the television set. Jerry’s eyes didn’t blink, he just continued to stare at the screen. Now the pictures appearing on the screen were becoming more and more erotic, pictures of bears and punks fucking, rimming, masturbating their fat pumped up cocks. Guys sucking off each other, while seated on Harleys.  “Your getting hard now Jerry, grab that cock of yours, stoke it, you love it, you want to join in with all these men.” Ken continued.  Jerry did find his cock hardening. He grabbed at the growing head and began stroking it slowly. He was amazed he had never discovered the pleasures of ‘leather’ and ‘bear’ sex.  With each new picture he felt more and more aroused. He was now stroking his meat faster and faster.  “That’s it, make that cock of yours grow larger.” Ken now spoke. “With each picture you now see, will turn you on like never before. Each picture will make you more and more into the man I want. Do you understand Jerry?”  “Yes, I understand”.  “Now, you are a slave to my razor, say it Jerry.”  “I am a slave to your razor.”  “It makes you horny, you can feel the razor on your scalp, and your cock wants more, doesn’t it?” continued Ken. At the same time, pictures of the barbershop popped up on the screen, with close-up shots of guys getting head shaves with a straight razor. “Yes, my cock wants more.”  Now various pictures of bears and bikers with assorted piercings appeared on the screen.  “You like these ringed men. The more piercings the harder your cock becomes. Say you love to be pierced, it makes your cock hard.” Said Ken.  “I love to be pierced. It makes my cock hard.”answered Jerry.  Finally, pictures of overweight bears flashed onto the screen. Ken spoke to Jerry again,”You find these men beautiful, you only want to please and serve them. You love their body fur, you love their big bellies. You wish your belly was as big. These men are so manly, you are loving their looks more and more. You love the smell of their pipe and cigars. It makes you hard – you want to join them – you can smell and taste the tobacco.  You can smell and taste the cigars, can’t you Jerry?”  “Yes Sir!”  “Good, boy. You want to have one now don’t you?”  “Yes, I want a cigar, Sir.”  “And you shall have one.” And with that, Ken was already stuffing one of the thickest cigars he had, into Jerry’s receptive mouth. As Ken lit it Jerry drew on it like a seasoned cigar smoker, totally unaware he use to hate cigars.  Ken continued, “Jerry! As you smoke that cigar, you will feel more and more at ease with what you see before you. As the cigar reduces, so will your intellect, you will be totally at ease with your new self, and only want to have sex with the types of guys you see on the screen. You will loose all memories of your former life, keep smoking that cigar, you are loosing all memories…..you are becoming dumber, you don’t like reading – that is now too difficult. Each draw on that cigar is making you dumber, all your concerned about is smoking, drinking and fucking big, bikers. Your starting to forget your former life, who are you Jerry?”  “Jerry, arhh! Jerry….um….fuck! I don’t know what my last name is?” replied Jerry, as he moved the thick cigar to one side in order to speak. His accent had changed already, his voice deepened.  “Don’t you remember boy? Your last name is ‘Hawk’. That’s why you love wearing the Mohawk. Say your new name Jerry and as you say it , you forget who you were before.”  “Jerry Hawk”. Repeated Jerry, who continued smoking the huge stogie in his mouth.  From now on he was Jerry Hawk, and as the cigar wore down, so was his intellect; as the pictures on the screen continued, Jerry continued stroking his now fully engorged cock. Another strong mix of steroids were entering his bloodstream by way of the cigar. This was making Jerry more and more turned on by what he saw, it was also reprogramming his mind to react the same way whenever he saw a huge, bellied biker pig. In fact the pictures before him now, only featured overweight bikers, with plenty of tats and metal.  “Now Jerry, you will fall in love very soon. It will be with a man very much like you see before you. Would you like to be the slave of such a macho bear?”  “Yeah…fuck…I would do anything to find this bear.” Replied the new Jerry.  “His name is Kell ‘beerkeg’ O’Halloran, you will fall for him as soon as you hear his name. We all call him ‘beer-keg’. You will meet soon”, Ken added.  The reprogramming was nearly complete. Ken stopped talking and let Jerry finish the cigar, as this was the final step in Jerry’s new life. Jerry continued to look at the patterns mixed with flashing pictures of big bikers.  “As I count to three you will slowly waken feeling totally refreshed and happy with all you see before you. One…….your slowly starting to focus on the mirror in front. Two…….who is the heavy metal biker you see…… . your feeling totally relaxed….now you see it’s you in the mirror and your happy with your new’ haircut’….Three..your fully awake.”  “Wow man! That’s a great haircut. Never thought about a Mohawk before. How much do I owe you?” said Jerry as if he’d been awake all the time, totally unaware his new life had taken around 7 hours to do.  “It’s on the house Jerry.” Smiled Ken towards Dan. “But maybe you could show your appreciation some other way.” Ken began to pull his 9”cock out. Jerry didn’t need an invitation.”Sure thing Mr Barber”. Jerry went down on his knees and took the entire thick shafted penis in his mouth. Dan was already looking forward to his former yuppie boss sucking on his cock already dripping pre-cum. 

Team Anthony

Song Inspiration: Touch by Haux

Prompt: 

“You look beautiful today.” “Did I look ugly yesterday?”

“You look beautiful today, Isa.” I pause in the middle of pouring my much needed 5th cup of coffee to look at my incredibly annoying boss. He always felt complimenting his employees was a way to ‘boost morale’, never had the desired effect though, on me. Some of us groaned internally, but we stayed polite, while the rest all swooned over him.

I thought to myself, did I look ugly yesterday? However I gave a half smile and forced out, “Thank you Mike.”

A huge smile grew and feeling so proud that he might’ve just lifted my spirits he walks off whistling, raising his cup to someone on the floor. I rolled my eyes and finished making my coffee.

“You know that much caffeine in the span of 2 hours can’t be all that good for you, right?” I still at the sound of that amazingly sexy voice, Anthony. The kind that sounds like it’s on the verge of turning into a low growl. I love that voice, but he’ll never know that. “Considering my entire DNA is made up of caffeine, I think I’ll be just fine”, I respond casually turning to face that incredibly handsome face covered in a beard that screamed, PUSSY EATING EXPERT! But who knows really? He could be totally bad at it. Yet somehow I doubt it. He grins at me and it took everything I had in me to not groan out loud. It was completely unfair for any one human to look that gorgeous. His olive skin smooth and itchy hands wanting to touch it. His chiseled features adorned with a perfectly groomed full beard, dark thick eyebrows framing stunning green-brown eyes. I had to rein myself in because eventually I was going to forgo the coffee for his perfectly full lips. “How are you this morning, Isa?” “I’m doing better, thanks.” I pull my cup to my lips and took a long swallow in hopes to quell the moan that wants to escape my mouth. “Good to see you back in the office”, he inched closer to me and I froze. He leans closer raising his hand and reaches behind for the pot of coffee. When I realize how my eyes were glued to his lips I jump and move out of his way. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was acting like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

“Yeah, uh… thanks, Anthony. It feels good to be back”, I turn to leave the coffee bar hoping to make it back to my office without tripping. “Isa!” he calls out to me a bit loud to ensure I heard him.

I stop and only turn my head to look back at him, “yes?” “If you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask… me.” Shrugging at me he brought his cup to his lips and a smile crinkled his eyes. “Uh, yeah, sure… thanks.” Silently I ended with, I think. What the hell was that about? I hurry to my office, my special space. Being the introvert I am I enjoy the privacy of my little corner office. I close the door and leane against it. I took a couple of big gulps of my coffee and sighed. Anthony was one of the office hotties. The women, and some of the men, had a list of hot guys and he was on it. Top of the list was our boss. Ugh, that guy was such a douchebag but seemed like he was highly regarded for his sex appeal. If you liked that pretty white yuppie playboy look, yuck. I never paid much attention to the chatter of office gossip. I kept myself closed off from the rest of the folks because in order to focus on my work I needed silence. But every now and again when my door was open the few friends I did have would come visit and reveal the latest gossip to me, without my asking I should add. I always stayed quiet and nodded through their machine gun delivery of information I didn’t care about until his name was mentioned. Anthony gossip seemed to pretty much stay mild compared to some of the others. I think the most shocking was knowing the guy could sing and sing well. They had attended some office party and there was karaoke and he apparently stole the show. I was curious, but no one would ever know. So, today started with my cat knocking over every trash can in the apartment, finding that I had a flat tire, my boss telling me I looked beautiful (which was really annoying), to Anthony offering to help me with anything. I am not really sure where I was going with that line of thought. Maybe because my day seemed to start off bad, but this new development of Anthony offering to be helpful threw me off my bad day game. Suddenly it hit me… oh, that’s so unfortunate. I have a crush on the guy. I lean my head back against my door and this time I do groan out loud. I push away from the door, plop down into my chair, and lean my head on my desk. After being absent from the office, having to work from home for the last few weeks, this was the last thing I wanted to get myself caught up in coming back to work. “Fuck.” I say to myself and then reach for my phone needing to text my best friend, because she always has the answers. Me: Hey, are you free for drinks after work? Friend: Always! Me: I really need to talk. Meet me at the pub at 6? Friend: are you okay? Me: Yeah, no…  idk. Friend: ok, at 6. See you there.

I walk in the doors of the pub that is about 3 blocks from my office. It is already filled with happy hour patrons in broken down business suits. Men's shirt sleeves rolled up, ties gone, shirts unbuttoned, suit jackets on the back of chairs. Women's attire pretty similar or at least their clothing looked a little less smoothed out now that they had a few drinks in them.

The music playing is chill indie tunes. The pub is owned by former business types who decided they wanted more out of life. I envy them, the hipster couple living their dream. I love coming here, even if it at one time I wouldn't have been caught dead here. "Hey Isa!" shouts the owner Liz. She is a stunning beauty. She had a serious Chingona vibe that let her reign supreme here at the pub. Liz has long jet black hair that was typically worn in a fishtail braid. Big gold hoop earrings, a black pub merch tank top in order to exhibit her stunning tattoos all done by local artists, she is proud to say. "Hi Liz, it's good to see you", I step on the foot rest of the bar and reach over the bartop to kiss her cheek. "I'm so glad to see you out and about. You look fantastic." She enthusiastically waves a hand at me to indicate me being up on my feet. "Yeah, I am trying to get back to normal again. I hated feeling so helpless." I shrugged my shoulders as lean against the bar. The last 6 weeks were a hard recovery for me, but thankfully for a handful of friends I was able to get there faster. "Sometimes, Isa, it's okay to let others help you out. As you can see it actually works out because look at you now. No one would ever know you had heart surgery." Liz leans on the bar in front of me. She has the kindest light brown eyes, always framed by intense black eyeliner for that intense cat-eye look.   "Yeah, I know, I'm stubborn", I chuckle. "So what'll you have gorgeous?"

"Uhm, let me go easy tonight with a Jack and Coke, please."

Liz laughs, "you're one of few who call Whiskey easy. Coming right up!" I head over to my favorite spot at the end of the bar. I prefer my back to be to the wall so I can see the door. I'm not sure why, call it anxiety or being in control, but either way it's what works for me. I settle onto the barstool and look at my phone. It was ten till 6p and I knew soon Lillie would be making her entrance. She is always on time. "Here ya go, doll." Liz hands me my drink and right as she was about to say something someone came into the bar. She winks at me and moves to go serve her customer. Just as I brought my drink to my lips in walks a vision in bright purple. I grin because as soon as she steps in all eyes were on her. Lillie. She is always one to make an entrance. Her 6 foot tall frame always drew attention. Her chocolate skin was glowing, her short curls bouncing with every step. Her curvaceous body gliding its way through the crowd. The men looking at how her tight dress showed off everything she worked hard on achieving. All eyes on her is always Lillie’s goal. No matter how many stood taller as she walked past them, she had eyes only for me. My one true soulmate. We'd been friends since we were kids. Back when Lillie was once a little boy who kept himself hidden from everyone but me. Lillie was my first everything. First friend. First kiss. First boyfriend. First time. Then she became my very first girlfriend. I loved her more than I ever loved anyone. Then one day we both came to the realization that we were best friends and a love that felt like it was dying, became a big new love for friendship. She is my everything, always and forever, just now we are the very best of friends. "Hey beautiful" I grinned as Lillie leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Oh please… do go on!", she giggles loving being given compliments. "You're looking positively bright today." I look her up and down. "Oh this old thing? Girl please, I threw this on last minute." Lillie smiles at Liz as she walks up to us. "Hi Lillie, fancy seeing you here", Liz smiles at her. They always host karaoke on Wednesday nights, last night, and everyone always knew you'd see Lillie there. She had an amazing voice and everyone loved when she sang. They began to speak with each other and my mind drifted off. I don't know why I kept thinking about Anthony. I guess because it was still so new but it meant absolutely nothing right? Like, why would he even say that when he's never really shown me any interest? I can't seem to shake the smile he gave, or the intent in his words. Shaking my head I shrug it off as him just being nice. Noticing my mood, Lillie leans and elbows me to get my attention, "babe, you're a million miles away. What's going on?" I sigh and look over at her, just when I'm about to let it all pour out, in walks the devil. I didn't turn my head but my eyes shifted towards the door, there he was. He had his tie loose, his sleeves rolled up, minus a jacket, and he looks like something out of a freaking men’s fashion magazine. I close my eyes a second and take a deep breath. Lillie notices my gaze and then whispers, "who is that daddy?" "The problem." I grimace at her use of daddy. I say with a rushed exhale, "I think I could, might, possibly, definitely have a crush on that". "Uhm… Isa I don't quite think THAT is a problem, more like a solution?" Lillie has a huge grin on her face. I groan and bring my glass to my lips when he locks eyes with me. Fuck. He smiles at me. I smile back and turn to look at Lillie. I'm feeling a little claustrophobic suddenly and Lillie settles her hand on my arm.

“Breathe.” She whispers.

“Why?”

“Because he's coming.”

I slowly look over and he is walking through the crowd and they just move out of his way, like the parting of the Red Sea. Wtf, people just did that?

“Do what?” he asks as he's smiling at us.

Fuck, I said that out loud? Lillie knowing me reaches a hand out to distract him, "hi, I'm Lillie, the bff.. and you are?”

“I'm Anthony, the coworker.” He winks at Lillie.

Lillie grins and looks at me with a look. The look. I send out pleading eyes but nope she ain't having it.

“If you'll excuse me, I saw someone I need to say hi to.”

And just like that she leaves us. I turn and watch her leave and nervously look back and I'm staring at his chest. I look up and he’s smiling at me. Taking a deep breath I smile my smile, the one that makes people tell me “a real smile, Isa”. "Hi Anthony." I finally say feeling entirely ridiculous. He keeps looking at me and I start to feel even more anxious. Why is looking at me so intensely? "I'm trying to remember if I've seen you here before." He says as if he heard my thoughts. "Oh no, not for a long time. Before my surgery I stopped being able to go out. It's been a little over a year since I've been able to enjoy happy hour. But I've known Liz and her husband for a while before that, and use to come when they first opened up." I shift in my seat, my ass is starting to fall asleep or I'm just fidgety, either way I can’t sit still. "That's why, you stopped coming before I found this place." He leans sideways on the bar still smiling at me. Liz comes over, "Hey Anthony, your usual?"

He grins, "Hi Liz, yeah and whatever she's having" he points to my almost empty glass. "Uhm, thanks." I blush.

"Not a problem." At that moment someone bumps him pushing him into me. He reaches out on my legs to keep me from sliding off the stool. I grab his arm and realize how close we are and suddenly I feel my pulse rise rapidly. He smells so good! "Sorry about that," but his eyes send a different message, or is he, as he's still holding on.

"It's okay, it didn't hurt." Why did I say that? You're an idiot, Isa.

His fingers gripped a bit tightly before he releases his grip. My thighs feeling a lingering burn where his fingers had been. He leans in a little closer and begins "I was uhm… wondering if maybe", and before he could finish, a hand with long red polished nails snuck it's over his shoulder and across his chest. He froze and straightened himself. I looked at him like he suddenly grew an extra arm, a female one. Then a petite blonde with glossy red lips comes into view. Okay then… He turned and looked as if he was annoyed, "What Vicky?" She’s looking between him and me, I just turned to look over the bar. I see Lillie talking to some guy. Great no help from her. I realize that during our intense staring game, Liz had brought our drinks. I pick up my glass and begin to drink, a little too quickly. "I saw you and wanted to say hi. Can't a girl say hi?" She tosses her back over her exposed shoulder and I roll my eyes. "I didn't realize you were with a date?" She looked me over as if it was impossible for him to be with me. I freeze and then say from over my glass looking at her, "I'm not his date." Anthony stiffens and he backs away from this woman, getting closer to me. "Isa is a friend of mine." As if he needed her to know that he didn't just randomly decide to talk to me. "Well, whenever you're done here," she flicks her hand at me, "I’ll be over there with everyone." She tilted her head in a flirtatious way and spun around clacking her heels on the floor, even with the noise she manages it.   I laugh and shook my head, "damn dude, looks like you're in a world of trouble with that one". I turn my crossed legs towards him and he actually looks uncomfortable. I felt bad for the guy and so I leaned forward to whisper, "Don't worry, she didn't hurt my feelings." His shoulders relax and smiles at me, leaning back against the bar with his head turned towards me. "She's always a problem." "Women like her usually are, but some people like problems." I tap my nail against the glass rim and then take a sip. "What about you? Do you like problems?" I shake my head, and grin, "I like them easy". I said it so softly but just loud enough he didn't miss what I said. He turns fully towards, standing between my crossed legs and the bar, "is that so?" "Mmhmm… I don't like complicated. Like her," I nod towards the blonde. "People like her are messy. Leave behind destruction." "So can easy", he leans closer. I take a deep breath. What is going on? Who am I, like I have any right to be flirting with this guy? I'm not a stranger to flirting and hooking up. It's just been so long since I've entertained it. But with him it's happening so easily. Why fight it? Let it vibe and see what happens, that's what Lillie would say to me. "Not if you do it right", I let my leg brush against his crotch. He looks down at my leg. I wore a pantsuit today, the friction of our clothing did a lot to increase the current tension. He places his hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb over it in circles. "Isa, I have to admit that I'm incredibly attracted to you. Have been ever since we started working together. And normally this is easy for me, but right now I find I'm nervous being next to you." He confesses. I stopped breathing. I'm not even sure what just happened. Am I dreaming? Is this a joke? But I feel the warmth of his hand on my leg and it is surreal, how did this happen?! I’m reeling.

I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip. He watches the action, his eyes grow heavy with lust. Forgetting that we are in a public place I reach up and let my fingers drag through his beard. I needed to touch it and it felt like I knew it would. I moan slightly and squeeze my legs tighter. He slides his hand up my leg and grips my thigh. Suddenly the moment is shattered when Lillie walks up to announce she's leaving, "my friend and I want to catch up, so we are going go to eat." She winks and before I know it she's gone and I'm alone with Anthony. Anthony turns to Liz and raises his hand. He indicates that he wants to pay. She nods and he looks at me. No longer are we talking, just our bodies. I'm not sure what I'm doing, or him, but I'm going with it. One thing I learned recently is to take a chance at life because you never know when it'll end. I slid off the stool, straightening my jacket I wave at Liz as Anthony signs his receipt. Putting his hand on my lower back, we head towards the door. We both hear Vicky calling out his name. We move faster to the door. Walking briskly I turn and head towards my car and he follows my lead. After a couple of blocks walked in silence we are at my car. I took my keys out of my pocket and look at my door. He is standing close behind me. I breathe in deeply and suddenly I feel my body spin around. He pushes me back against my car, gently. He leans in, his lips hovering over mine. I realize he's waiting for an invitation. I let out the breath I was holding and reach my hands up to hold his face in my hands. Ugh, that beard drives me mad. I pull him in and suddenly I am feeling those soft lips against my own. He places his hands against my car caging me, moving in closer. His body needing to feel mine as his lips explore. I feel needy for his kiss, I pull him closer like I'm trying to bring him into me. Our lips getting to know each other, our breathing rising, our hearts beating faster. He lowers his hands to my hips and pulls me in, feeling how hard he's gotten already, for me. I moan into his mouth, his tongue making his way against mine. We tilt our heads, deepening our kiss. I feel absolutely carefree doing this, with him. I am not sure how long we've been kissing but it feels like hours. His beard scraping against my face causing my arousal to increase. It feels glorious and so incredibly sexy.

Slowly our kiss lightens, our need to breathe the main factor. He moves his lips to my jaw, down my neck. Taking his chin rubbing it against the sensitive part of my neck. I moan and push my hips up against him. "Oh god, Isa you have no idea how much I've dreamt of kissing you" he says into my neck. Moving his head up to look at me trying to control his heavy breathing. "I never knew" I whispered against his ear.

"I didn't know about you feeling the same." He lets out in a raspy breathless voice.

"I only recently allowed myself to admit it, but then being gone for 6 weeks kind of put a damper on things.” I bite his earlobe gently. He pushed himself back a bit, looking me in the eyes. Searching for something, I'm sure he sees the lust in my eyes, because I know I'm feeling it. He smiles and kisses my lips, letting them linger. He pulls away and I whimper. Wait, what, did I just whimper? He grins at me. "I don't want a one night stand with you. I want more." He says carefully, as if he's trying not to scare me off. I am at a loss for words. All I've known in the past is one night stands, a couple turning into toxic relationships. Never has a man actually said he wants more with me that didn’t imply sex. "I don't… I don’t know what to say…" I stammer.

"Just say yes to dinner with me, tomorrow night?"

"Yes" I answer instantly. Suddenly all the nervousness I felt since this day started gone. Feeling like my old confident self again. Feeling like me again. Not some broken shell of a woman.

"Excellent. I can pick you up at home, or leave from work?"

I bite my lip. "Could you get me at home?" I blush and look down.

He lifts my chin up with his finger, "it would be my pleasure."

I sigh like a schoolgirl and blush even more. What is with me?!

"I like when you bite your lip." He leans and kisses my bottom lip. "I noticed it the first day we met. When you're thinking you do it. It always drives me insane when we are in meetings."

I let out a soft laugh, "really?"

"God yes, how did you never notice me staring at you. I swear there were times you saw me."

"Uhm a little known secret about me, Anthony, I'm oblivious to flirtatious behavior if not directly shown to me. Kinda like you did tonight."

"Well then I'm glad I finally decided to bite the bullet." He laughed out loud. "When I saw you sitting at the bar I didn't even think twice, I made the choice to just walk right over to you."

"I'm glad you did, otherwise I'd be sitting in my office wondering why suddenly things shifted between us and convincing myself that I'm imagining things." I slide my hand up and down his chest. Wow, muscle, lots of it.

"Bite that lip again and I can't promise I'll stay a gentleman right now." His thumb rubs across my lip.

"No need on my account" I grin.

"No, you deserve better than a quickie in the back of a car." He pushes my wavy brown hair behind my ear. He makes me feel sexy, when I stopped believing I was anything more than just passably pretty.

"I guess I should head home. Bossy will be wondering where I am."

He raises an eyebrow at me, "my cat" I answer.

He grins, "oh yeah, you don't wanna worry him." 

He picks up the keys I dropped staying crouched down in front of me. Anthony is looking up at me, as I look down I am curious if he can tell how incredibly turned on I am, and how it'll take an hour just to let that fade away. He grins as he stands up as if knows my thoughts, he hands me my keys and I press the unlock button. He opens my door for me and I slide in. He leans in and kisses me, hard on my still swollen lips. "Drive safely, Isabella". He closes the door and I melt where I sit at the use of my full name. Oh god this man is going to make mush out of me. 

A/N: I originally wrote this about a year and half ago. It was a prompt I came across and I rolled with it. I wasn’t quite sure where it would end up, but here we are. I am not sure if I will come back to this or not but it was fun to write. Let me know what you think.