Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 12:51:42 -0600 From: Blah Goopy Subject: A Kiss Down Under Chapter 3 I'm so sorry this took so long. I had a lot of big things coming up, os I was prioritizing this chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Anyway, this is my first erotic story, and I would like to thank Jesse for this idea! This is a work of fiction, and all events come from my own mind. (And Jesse's) Enjoy! --Alec Rise and Shine I woke, but my eyes didn't open. Without seeming to obvious, I slowly rolled over on the bed. Breathing deeply I could smell Ian. His body had once lay here. What I wouldn't give to have him lay next to me. I need to snap out of it. I just fell out of his car, and I'm likely to be a kidnap victim. I tried to sleep again, but I could hear Ian's voice. "I can't do that." He replied. A moment of silence passed before I realized he was on the phone. "It doesn't matter if he's young. I need to stay with him." I opened one eye inconspicuously, and drew in a quick breath. Ian stood at the foot of the bed, his back to me. His body was clad only in a tight pair of boxers. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. I ran my eyes up and down his muscular body, craving him. He finally looked over his shoulder, and I tried to quickly shut my eyes. He smiled slyly, and turned around. "I'm going to have to call you back, Ashley." He said, then closed his phone. I sat up, trying to pretend as though I had just woken up. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." He played. I faked a tired smile, then wiped my eyes. He rolled his eyes, and sat on the bed. "Listen, I need to go out of town for a day. Promise me you won't..." He trailed off. I'm assuming he stopped because of the look on my face. Why did I have to be such a clingy freak? "No, just continue," I said, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I have to go out of town for...business." He said. I nodded reluctantly, then messed with the covers. I had only known the man for what, three days, yet I felt drawn to him. Like he was the sun, and I was the planets. Crappy analogy, I know. He stood up, trying to find his shirt. That's when I realized why I wasn't in my room. Not that I would prefer mine to his, but it finally clicked. I touched my head and winced. A small lump was there, throbbing. I had fallen out of his car, hit the pavement, and passed out. My heart pounded, my breath quickening. "Did you pick me up?" I asked. "What?" "When I fell out of your car, did you carry me here?" "Yeah, why?" "Oh, I was just wondering." I smiled. Surprisingly, this one wasn't fake. He had carried me home. I was just, you know, too much in pain to remember it. Moments later, he finished getting ready. "So I'll see you in two days," I smiled. Fake. "Yeah, I guess so." He replied. He looked around a moment, before he grabbed a key. "It's my room key." He said. I nodded, and set it on the night stand. He walked to the door and opened it. "Later." He said. "Bye." He shut the door, and I jumped up to lock it. I replayed the scene over again in my head. We hit a patch of ice, and I fell out of the car. I had pulled the handle to open the door. The handle to open the locked door. My heart began pounding again, realizing that something wasn't right. How did I fall out of a locked door? I remembered trying to get in it, and Ian pointed out that his door was unlocked. I know that that door was locked. But how did it open? And what role did Ashley play into the situation? Ex? Sister? Who was she, and why did she know about me? I stood up, and searched for my pants. Woah. I'm pretty sure I was wearing pants when I fell out of Ian's car. It's likely that... No. Ian did not take my pants off. It's not the time to pop a hard one. At least not right now. I pulled off Ian's button up- another woah. He had carried me back to the hotel...shirtless? Thoughts raced through my mind, images of him shirtless again, carrying my limp body. God. I shook the thoughts out of my head, and pulled on my shoes. I needed to ask Ashley how she knew about Ian and I, and what she was talking about on the phone with Ian. I pulled a cap over my head, and wrapped a scarf around my neck. After exiting the lobby, I trudged through the snow. The ice crunched beneath me. I could feel the snow seeping through my pants, and I cursed it. I could see the Dunkin' Donuts a few yards away, so I began running. I pulled the door open, gasping for breath. I sat down at the bar, and tapped on the bell. I stared at the back room, waiting for Ashley to appear. Only she didn't. Judy came out with a smile on her face. "Hello again," She smiled. "Hey. Do you know when Ashley's going to get here?" I asked. "Ashley took a day off to go somewhere with Ian Mitchell." She replied innocently. Confusion was the first emotion to hit me. Ian said it was business. Now that I think about it, I had no idea what Ian did for a living. Probably Ashley. Skank. Anger was next. He had lied to me, telling me that he was just doing business. Yeah, I have a good idea what kind of "business" he's doing. Next was jealousy. I thought Ian was coming on to me when he asked me to breakfast. I guess not. Finally, the icing on the cake was pain. I jumped up from my chair, and ran through the door. My feet barely came up from the snow, but I didn't stop. My foot caught hold of something, and I tumbled into the snow. I hated Ian. I hated Ashley. I hated the fact that I cared about him. He was only a stranger. He shouldn't be that important to me, but he was. I didn't need him. Anger coursed through me, my skin prickling. I wanted to kill both of them, tear them apart. I shook for a minute, shocked that I was capable of thinking such things. No, I thought. I don't hate Ian. I like him, a lot even. I battled myself for a moment, hating and liking Ian. Ashley did this. She was the reason Ian left. That little tramp is the reason I can't trust Ian. I cried, tears rolling down my face. Why was I being such a bitch? My body convulsed for a second, and then I stopped crying. The anger drained out of me. Sorrow was now filled with emptiness. I wasn't cold. I wasn't upset. I was numb. I lie in the snow, hoping I could just stay here for ever. I wanted to succumb to the numbness, to stay and wait for something to happen. I just wanted to pass away, and that's what scared me the most. If you have any questions, comments, or constructive criticism, you can contact me at:AKissDownUnder@live.com!