i'm so tired of these blurred lines

i'm so tired of these blurred lines by ssaarah

“How do you manage to look so comfortable in that suit?” I heard a voice ask and I looked up to see Milena standing in my office doorway. I smirked.

“I could say the same thing about those heels.” I pointed out, leaning back in my chair and letting my eyes take in her pretty sundress. Something about her in them was even sexier to me than wrapped up tight in the black number she wore out dancing.

“Beauty is pain.” She replied. “At least that’s what my mother says.” I laughed.

“That does sound like Harper.” I nodded. “Though I'm glad to know you’re no longer hiding in your apartment what do I owe the pleasure?” she smiled and shrugged.

“I'm pretty sure you owe me a lunch since when I woke up in your place with a killer hangover I might add, I realized there was literally nothing in your fridge and went hungry.” I cringed.

“Damn I didn’t even think about sending you food, I'm so sorry” she shrugged.

“I survived. Make it up to me?” I nodded and sent a final e-mail about the case I was working on before getting up.

“I’d love to.” Anything to see her smiling again. I hated how sad she had looked when Braden cheated on her, when she was in her apartment alone. I never wanted her to be sad it killed me.

"What would you like to eat? I asked as we walked downstairs and on to the breezy parisian street. She shrugged,

"That cafe down the street is pretty good. They have amazing panini's." I smiled.

"Then let's go." I gave her a warm smile as we walked down the street,

"You're looking much better." she nodded,

"Thanks to you Ames… I didn't thank you enough for taking me out." I shrugged, "I might have been a complete mess, but I think I needed it."

"A complete mess is a bit of an overstatement." I grinned,

"There were worse girls there."

"Okay, a complete mess for me. Yeah I used to party a lot, but I usually remembered most of the night." I blinked at the revelation that she “used to party a lot” but brushed past it.

"Sometimes we need to lose ourselves for a bit to feel better." I smiled as we walked into the restaurant and was led to our table.

"Hi Ames." The waitress I’d dated a few times brought me a drink, "What can I get you?" She asked, and I smiled at her.

“I think she'll have a water and then get back to you." She nodded, biting her lip,

"Okay." She walked off.

"What the hell was that?!" Mila turned to me with a smirk.

"I've been here a few times." she scoffed,

"Oh, I can tell. It's like all the women here are eye-fucking you Ames!" I smirked, then wondered if she could tell that if she knew when I was doing it to her.

“I flirt with them." I shrugged, "They're nicer that way." Mila rolled her eyes,

"Well you're with me, so no more flirting."

 "Are you bossing me around?" I smirked, liking this side of Mila. 

"Yes. You got all weird when I was making out with that guy at the club, now it's my turn to get weird." She noticed the waitress walking back and she started grinning and laughing while she leaned in towards me.

"Baby, do you just want to share lunch? I'm really not that hungry." she smirked as she walked up to us. Baby?

"Uhm, I don't know Mila…" I trailed off, raising a brow. Mila moved closer to me and trailed her palm across my chest, fingering the buttons under my tie, loosening it and sliding her fingers against my chest as she said something to the girl that I didn’t really notice. She just glared at me and stomped off as I tried to process the feeling of Mila’s hand on my chest.

“Wow that was worse than I thought it would be.” She said tilting her head to the side as she pulled away.

“I um. I had a date with her later this week.” I replied with a guilty expression and she laughed.

“Oh god I'm a cockblock I'm so sorry” she replied, though she didn’t look that upset. I shrugged.

“She’ll get over it.” I replied shaking my head, “Though we might be getting our food sneezed on…” I trailed off a little concerned as Mila stood up.

“Oh god, not on my watch I love this place.” She called over the girl and after a few seconds they were laughing. When she came back to me she smiled. “All taken care of.” She replied, setting the napkin on her lap. “And I ordered.”

“What did you say to her?” Mila shrugged.

“We came to an understanding.” She replied with a grin and I rose a brow.

“That’s frightening.”  She grinned wider.

“I told her we wanted to have a threesome.” I choked on my water and she burst out laughing again. God her laugh was incredible.

“Milena!” she shook her head.

“I'm kidding. I told her I was just playing around with you, that you were like my big brother but I was sick of everyone hitting on you when we were together.” I cleared my throat and nodded.

“Your big brother huh?” she nodded.

“She was understanding, said she didn’t know how she was going to handle girls staring at you during your date.” She rolled her eyes there and I smirked.

“Girls don’t stare at me everywhere I go.” I shook my head.

“Are you kidding? It’s like going out with Noah I feel like I'm five minutes away from being dumped for bathroom sex.” I blinked back at her.

“I’ve never even had bathroom sex.” I said seriously. Mila widened her eyes.

“Really? You should it’s hot.” I choked again.  Dear god this woman was trying to kill me.

“I’ll remember that.” I replied in a strained voice.

"Don't act like you've never thought about it…" she smirked at me.

"I haven't." I replied. Until right now that is. Now? Now I was thinking about it.

"Liar!!" Mila laughed, "Seriously. There is nothing like just being so hot for someone that you have to do them right then and there…" she trailed off, biting down on her lip as her eyes glossed over and I wondered just who was lucky enough for her to be lusting over right now. Merde Ames get a grip and change the damn subject.

"Okay Milena, stop it." I choked out.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"It's weird hearing you talk like this…" I cringed though that wasn’t exactly true. It wasn’t weird it was torture instead.

"I'm a 25 year old warm blooded woman who likes sex!" she said a little loudly, alerting our neighboring tables and making me choke back a laugh. "Sorry." she said, shrugging.

"I understand Mila." She shook her head,

"I don't think you do! Because you keep looking at me like the little girl you knew when we were teens." She replied. Oh if only she knew…."If we're going to be friends, we should be mature about things, including sex!"

"Do you want to hear about my sex life?" It would be better than talking about hers.

"Sure. Tell me Ames." I took a deep breath.

 "I was planning on having sex with that waitress." Fuck that made me sound like an asshole. I did genuinely like her…

"Tell me how it goes after it happens."

“What do you mean?” Milena shrugged.

“I mean you take her home, do her, then what?” I just stared at her.

“Then round two?” I smirked and Mila gave me a slow grin.

“I mean after all rounds.” I shrugged.

“I'm not one of those guys who kicks a girl out right after and goes to the next one. Hell I dated Charlotte for over a month and didn’t sleep with anyone else.”

“So what you’re a player with a conscience?” she teased and I laughed.

“Something like that.” I reached out and pushed her hair back on an impulse and then pulled back just as quickly.

“Cute.” She teased. “God I am so horn.y.” She let out a breath and I tried to hold mine. It hadn’t been that long since she and Braden had broken up which either meant they hadn’t been having much sex or she had an extremely high sex drive. I liked the thought of both though the latter pretty much killed me.

“I am sorry about that….” I trailed off and she smiled at me.

“It’s not your fault. Well a little your fault for denying every guy trying to hit on me.” She teased and I held my hands up.

‘I just didn’t want any of them taking advantage of you but if you’re fine with it I’ll back off.” I grinned, even though I probably would do no such thing. 

"It's not taking advantage when I want them to do it." she winked at me."So you've never had a one night stand?"

"Maybe in college." I admitted, though there had been one or two since then too. “But I'm not proud of them.” I added.  

"You do have a sweet soul." She teased me as the waitress brought out the food we had ordered and we dug in, "So what are you planning on doing with the waitress?" she asked me with a grin.

"Her name is Lucie." I replied. "And I was just planning on taking her out to dinner." I shrugged.

"And then the horizontal shuffle at your place?" she winked at me and I just blinked at her,

"Horizontal shuffle?" I smirked trying not to laugh.

"I'm not a guy, I don't know the slang." she shrugged.

"It's called sex." I laughed, "I don't know maybe. We'll have to see how the night goes."

"Ames, that girl has been staring at you since we got here. She's thought of what's underneath that suit more than a few times. She's going to let you have sex with her."

"Well that ruined the element of surprise." I joked. "But let's not say that and jinx it." I knocked on the table though at this point I didn’t much care about Lucie.

"You can't be too surprised, Ames. You're handsome, smart… a total catch as I have said this before. You know she's going to give it up."

"Okay bro." I teased my friend. "Thanks for the pep talk, but I think I'll be fine. How about you? Any hot dates?”

"Because guys are lining up at my door, eager for a date with a girl who's a complete and total mess and was cheated on?" Mila smirked, "No guy wants this right now. I'll have to wait, which sucks for my libido."

“Um. Every guy wants that.” I said seriously. “You just described most guys dream date.” Mila laughed.

“Vulnerable and hard up?” I nodded.

“Exactly.” I grinned. “If you wanted a one night stand you could have one in like 2 minutes.”

“That’s very flattering thank you. Though it doesn’t seem like your style.” I shrugged.

“Probably not.” I admitted. Mila crossed her legs and flashed her thigh at me as her pretty dress moved and I thought that maybe it was my style after all since I kept thinking about running my tongue up her legs….

“This is interesting. Why not? You’re a guy what makes you different?” I licked my lips and looked back at her.

“You’re making me sound like a good guy when really it’s more of an ego thing.” I admitted and she blinked.

‘An ego thing?” she asked. “What do you mean?” I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

“Like if she’s going to sleep with me I want her to be sober and know exactly what she’s doing, I don’t want her to regret it, I want her to brag about it.” I ended with a grin. “I like my girls begging for it because they want me, not because they’re trying to forget an ex, or they’re wasted.” Mila’s eyes glazed over and she bit down on her lip.

“You want your girls begging for it?” she said in a breathy voice.

“I know I know I'm a co.cky bast.ard.” I teased, though that was just what I was.

"I think it’s actually pretty hot." She replied her face slightly flushed and making it hard for me to think.

"Yeah?" I smirked and she nodded slowly. Damn I’d give anything to read her mind.

"I understand that whole thing. Honestly, I like being controlled…" Fuck. I swallowed thickly as I thought about what exactly that meant.

"Well, I didn't know that."

“I don't advertise it and most guys don't find out until in to the relationship." she grinned, "Oh and another thing? I like begging for more." She smirked giving me an all to vivid vision of her tied to my bed and begging for more.

"Braden's an idiot." I managed to choke out.

"I know… Honestly I realized that there is nothing wrong with me. He was an asshole."

"Well I'm glad you realized that… He didn't deserve you, even from the beginning." She gave me a little grin. "I'm a girl, we do stupid things sometime."

“I’ve noticed that about girls.” I teased back. “You look beautiful today MIlena.” I said out of nowhere because the way the sun was shining on her hair and her smile? It was killing me. She blinked.

“Thanks.” She gave me a real smile and undid another one of the buttons on my shirt. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” She tilted her head to the side. “Maybe we should hook up, then I could ease my libido and you could have bathroom sex.” Seriously. She said that to me. As if I wasn’t already thinking about taking her on the table right here. I knew she was joking but still it killed me.

“Yeah but then you’d have to explain to the waitress again, and it would be a big mess.” I replied, playing it off as if I wasn’t thinking about her legs wrapped around my waist as I hitched up her dress. I swear the longer I spent time with her the dirtier my thoughts got. I didn’t want to see how much worse it could get. I couldn’t have her. Even if her parents and my family wouldn’t kill me for thinking about her that way I wasn’t good enough for her, I’d never be able to love her like she deserved.

“Something tells me it’d be worth it.” She replied shrugging as she took a sip of her water. I licked my lips.

“I'm sure it would.” Until after when we’d both regret it.           

"Here's the check." The waitress came back, handing the bill back to us, "I can't wait for our date Ames…" She said, biting her lip as I shot her a smile.

"Me too." I told her as she nodded and then walked off. Mila rolled her eyes and then grabbed the bill. "What are you doing?"

"I invited you to lunch, shouldn't I pay Casanova?"

"I'm the man, I should pay." Mila rolled her eyes.

“Because you have a penis, that entitles you to pay?" she shrugged, "Fine, you bear the burden I guess."

"Haha, funny." I smirked as he placed my credit card in the bill.

"I should be able to pay once! I mean you took me out a few nights ago and paid for my drinks, then you let me stay over. Now you're paying for lunch. I'm not poor!" she grinned and  tried not to beam at her for how damn cute she was.

"I know, but I'm a gentleman… I want to treat you Mila."  

"Fine, but I owe you…" she smiled, "OOH! I have the perfect way to do that. Let me cook for you!"

"You don't owe me."

"Please?" she batted her long eyelashes, "I'm a pretty decent cook! I can get us wine, or whatever else you drink and we can have a nice night in. It's the only way I can think of paying you back that isn't sexual” ….did that mean she wanted to be sexual? Don’t think that.

"Okay, okay. You can make dinner for me."

"Thank you." The waitress came back over and she smiled at us "You two are going to have an amazing date. He's a great guy."

"Okay, now what was that all about?"

"I'm just talking you up. I want you to get laid." I grinned.

"Thanks bro." I said again.