5.
I never replied to Axels text.
It took more self control than I knew I had and it was because of this fact that I knew it was the right thing to do.
Axel was sex on legs; a God among men that would have eaten me up the moment he had hold of me- and the entire reason I had moved away from home was to find my spark. There was no way I’d be able to focus on myself with that wicked smile haunting my every move and so, I decided to leave our erotic experience at Sarahs Halloween party with no intentions to retrace my steps.
Sarah had practically jumped me for the subject as soon as she could, grilling me for every detail as we sat in the break room, picking at leftover cake from our co-workers office birthday party.
She portions a mouthful of the chocolate sponge, staring me down with her signature ‘I’m onto you’ look as I explain to her that I really hadn’t spoken to Axel since.
“So, you’re telling me that Mr. Oral Extraordinaire isn’t on your ‘to-do’ list. Like, at all.” She pries, spooning the sweets into her mouth. I shake my head, a small huff escaping my throat at the concept.
"No,” I laugh, leaning my elbows onto the table and looking around to make sure no-one else could hear.
“Besides,” I shrug, “It’s not like he’d still have me on his radar anyway.”
Sarah squints her eyes with a weary expression as she licks the plastic spoon clean. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
The comment forces a quizzical expression to mask my face and I furrow my brows, waiting for her to continue. As she swallows the sugar desert, she points the spoon at me to me, tapping it in the air like a stern finger.
“I’m just saying,” she continues.
“I know Axel. Axel is the fun, sexy, mysterious one that you meet at a party and have the time of your life with.” She stands, smoothing down her skirt as she walks over to the sink. She pulls and empty glass from the cupboards above the sink, looking away from me before continuing. “But not this time.”
She pours water into the glass, bringing up to her lips as she turns to face me once more, leaning onto the sink with crossed legs. I cross my arms, waiting with intrigue for her point.
“As I’ve said; Axel is an intense dude. Whatever he wants, he will get one way or another. And at the moment, he’s been asking about you.” She arches a brow and takes a sip of her drink. I hastily shake my head at the notion of him even remembering my name.
“Me?” I gape, pressing a manicured hand against my chest in disbelief. “Sarah, you are the one that warned me about his wild streak.” I begin, “Besides, I didn’t move half-way across the country to try my luck with a playboy who has some crazy, bipolar lifestyle.” I stand up, throwing a discarded napkin onto the table before heading towards her.
“Maybe,” Sarah countered. “I’m not saying fall in love, start a family; all of that boring shit.” She shrugs, giving me that daring look i’d come to know so fast. “But you did come here to ignite some spark- excitement- that would free you from your mundane world. Axel is the definition of excitement.” She grins, a devilish smirk encasing her face as she watches me do mental backflips, warding off red-flags that swung rapidly in my mind.
“Just let me tell him you’ll message him.” She pouts and I roll my eyes, knowing that she already had this argument planned out in her head from A-B. Every counter argument I had, she would flip it back onto me. I gave up before even trying.
“There’s my little wildflower.” She winks and stalks back to her office without another word.
I laughed at myself as she leaves, wondering how the hell we managed to click as well as we did. She’s a walking hurricane, throwing caution to the wind if it tried to dull her fun. I wondered how much she’d rehearsed this conversation before even arriving to work this morning.
Sighing as I drag my feet back to my desk, I begin wondering where I’d even start. How does a girl like me, entice a man like Axel? He knew latex and liquid confidence Claire. The moment he got to know the woman who spent most of her weekends binge watching The Kardashians was bound to lose interest within hours. The thought was a strange comfort and I picked up my phone and typed out a safe approach, ready to get this over with so Sarah could go back to telling me all of her escapades.
Coffee this weekend?
- Claire.
My phone chimed almost instantaneously and I jumped in my seat, mouth agape as I read his quick response.
‘Coffee’? He replied.
You’re going to have to do better than that.
The phone chimes once more, an address to some shady club Sarah had told me about a few months ago floating on my screen.
Thursday. 10PM. - Axel
I practically throw my cell into the drawer under my desk, locking it out of side as I run my fingers through my hair.
What the hell was I getting myself in to? My cheeks flush and I could feel a deep heat riding up my neck. Entirely out of my element and with a new found, utter infatuation with the idea, I got no work done for the rest of the day. I battled with myself over and over again, trying to figure out if I was even capable of going through with this. What would I wear? What would we talk about? I talked myself out of it ten times before I got home. Then, I spent the rest of the night drinking wine and shopping online for new lingerie.
It took more self control than I knew I had and it was because of this fact that I knew it was the right thing to do.
Axel was sex on legs; a God among men that would have eaten me up the moment he had hold of me- and the entire reason I had moved away from home was to find my spark. There was no way I’d be able to focus on myself with that wicked smile haunting my every move and so, I decided to leave our erotic experience at Sarahs Halloween party with no intentions to retrace my steps.
Sarah had practically jumped me for the subject as soon as she could, grilling me for every detail as we sat in the break room, picking at leftover cake from our co-workers office birthday party.
She portions a mouthful of the chocolate sponge, staring me down with her signature ‘I’m onto you’ look as I explain to her that I really hadn’t spoken to Axel since.
“So, you’re telling me that Mr. Oral Extraordinaire isn’t on your ‘to-do’ list. Like, at all.” She pries, spooning the sweets into her mouth. I shake my head, a small huff escaping my throat at the concept.
"No,” I laugh, leaning my elbows onto the table and looking around to make sure no-one else could hear.
“Besides,” I shrug, “It’s not like he’d still have me on his radar anyway.”
Sarah squints her eyes with a weary expression as she licks the plastic spoon clean. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
The comment forces a quizzical expression to mask my face and I furrow my brows, waiting for her to continue. As she swallows the sugar desert, she points the spoon at me to me, tapping it in the air like a stern finger.
“I’m just saying,” she continues.
“I know Axel. Axel is the fun, sexy, mysterious one that you meet at a party and have the time of your life with.” She stands, smoothing down her skirt as she walks over to the sink. She pulls and empty glass from the cupboards above the sink, looking away from me before continuing. “But not this time.”
She pours water into the glass, bringing up to her lips as she turns to face me once more, leaning onto the sink with crossed legs. I cross my arms, waiting with intrigue for her point.
“As I’ve said; Axel is an intense dude. Whatever he wants, he will get one way or another. And at the moment, he’s been asking about you.” She arches a brow and takes a sip of her drink. I hastily shake my head at the notion of him even remembering my name.
“Me?” I gape, pressing a manicured hand against my chest in disbelief. “Sarah, you are the one that warned me about his wild streak.” I begin, “Besides, I didn’t move half-way across the country to try my luck with a playboy who has some crazy, bipolar lifestyle.” I stand up, throwing a discarded napkin onto the table before heading towards her.
“Maybe,” Sarah countered. “I’m not saying fall in love, start a family; all of that boring shit.” She shrugs, giving me that daring look i’d come to know so fast. “But you did come here to ignite some spark- excitement- that would free you from your mundane world. Axel is the definition of excitement.” She grins, a devilish smirk encasing her face as she watches me do mental backflips, warding off red-flags that swung rapidly in my mind.
“Just let me tell him you’ll message him.” She pouts and I roll my eyes, knowing that she already had this argument planned out in her head from A-B. Every counter argument I had, she would flip it back onto me. I gave up before even trying.
“There’s my little wildflower.” She winks and stalks back to her office without another word.
I laughed at myself as she leaves, wondering how the hell we managed to click as well as we did. She’s a walking hurricane, throwing caution to the wind if it tried to dull her fun. I wondered how much she’d rehearsed this conversation before even arriving to work this morning.
Sighing as I drag my feet back to my desk, I begin wondering where I’d even start. How does a girl like me, entice a man like Axel? He knew latex and liquid confidence Claire. The moment he got to know the woman who spent most of her weekends binge watching The Kardashians was bound to lose interest within hours. The thought was a strange comfort and I picked up my phone and typed out a safe approach, ready to get this over with so Sarah could go back to telling me all of her escapades.
Coffee this weekend?
- Claire.
My phone chimed almost instantaneously and I jumped in my seat, mouth agape as I read his quick response.
‘Coffee’? He replied.
You’re going to have to do better than that.
The phone chimes once more, an address to some shady club Sarah had told me about a few months ago floating on my screen.
Thursday. 10PM. - Axel
I practically throw my cell into the drawer under my desk, locking it out of side as I run my fingers through my hair.
What the hell was I getting myself in to? My cheeks flush and I could feel a deep heat riding up my neck. Entirely out of my element and with a new found, utter infatuation with the idea, I got no work done for the rest of the day. I battled with myself over and over again, trying to figure out if I was even capable of going through with this. What would I wear? What would we talk about? I talked myself out of it ten times before I got home. Then, I spent the rest of the night drinking wine and shopping online for new lingerie.
