The scream of the alarm clock bounces off the walls. It wasn't a sound that anyone that wasn't a morning person liked. It was even more hated by those that use sleep to indulge thoughts that otherwise would never see the light of day.
"Damn." Noelle curses throwing back the cover. She'd long since learned she couldn't have the alarm in arm's reach, it was too tempting to flip it off and return to slumber.
Sticking her tongue out at the clock she glares. "Happy you trouble maker?"
"Meow?" A little orange tabby snakes around her feet. This had been the only man in her life for a long time.
"Not you." She shakes her head making her way to the bathroom. Her feet chilled at the feel of the tiles. She makes a mental note to start wearing slippers. She wanted nothing more than to curl up under the covers and skip her class. But she was on her own now, she needed to prove this was something she could do.
In less than a year she'd be in the work force, a regular working woman. Too bad she didn't look like one. She knew the world was cut throat and she didn't look like she could hurt a fly. It was a dog eat dog world and she was a vegetarian.
Standing at a rather unimpressive five foot one, with long maple hair and amber eye she could still pass for eighteen not the twenty three she was. Somehow she just couldn't get herself to don the business woman's cut from super clips yet.
As the shower warms she assures herself that her text book was in her bag. Noelle peers at the book laughing it herself. For someone that was getting a masters in social psychology she sure didn't have her own brain under control. Shrugging she zips up the bag. It was always easier to tell other people their problems....right?
Everyone had a few things they kept to themselves. She was willing to bet if anyone dug too deep some of the founders of psychology were pretty sick. They'd have to be to come up with some of those theories. Half of them were obsessed with sex and the other half with murder... talk about abnormal.
The red lighted numbers told her she better hurry up or she was going to be late. Making a dash back to the bathroom she sticks her hand under the water. Happy with the temperature she steps under the spray. Closing her eyes she absorbs the heat knowing she'd need it after hearing the weather report. After she had her degree maybe it would be a good time to move someplace that it wasn't winter most of the year. Not that she was kidding herself, she liked the seasons.
As Noelle lathers her hair she remembers it was going to be a long day. She was going to dinner with her polar opposite, otherwise known as her best friend. They'd known each other since highschool and no one could ever figure out why or how they became friend. Even she had to admit Maddie was something else. While Noelle was short Maddie was five nine, while Noelle was soft spoken and polite to a fault Maddie was loud and could make a sailor blush.
In highschool they had become known as the sinner and the saint. There was never any mixing up who was who in that arrangement. What people didn't see was the time Maddie stood up for Noelle when people took advantage of her good nature. The times Maddie had lent an ear when man trouble cropped up. They didn't see the true friend that Maddie could be, that and she had the loyalty and bite of a pit bull. That was the problem people were too hard to judge- and Noelle was going to try a career of doing just that.
Placing a tentative foot on the ground she steps out of the shower. Drying herself she watches the steam raising from her skin. This steam couldn't compare to the steam that rose to greet her when she went to bed. Images flood her mind, unwelcomed as they were, they were still there. The feelings of a firm hand landing flush against her bottom, words whispered more as orders than requests, names that would offend any decent woman falling on her like endearments.
Fastening a black satin bra in place she exhales. None of those things were real, they only live in her dreams. Slipping a pair of jeans up the flare of her hips she mentally beats herself again. What was the matter with her? What kind of a woman wants to be treated like that? Noelle shakes her head as she finds a top. She knew she would have fought for the vote in the twenties, burned her bra in the seventies, she was heavy into women's lib.
At yet- when the lights went down it wasn't a sensitive modern man that she had been taught to want that haunted her, made her ache with need. It was a demanding, possessive pure male force that she dreamt of. She'd given up trying to figure out why. Noelle knew she had a normal loving childhood, there was no reason for her to want this....but she did. Noelle the saint wanted to be tied up, spanked, and given orders.
She was the good one- and good girls did NOT want to be spanked. Settling on a green sweater she pulls on her coat, grabs her bag and locks the door behind her. Shivering as the cold hits her face, she'd never allow a man that much power over her. She may dream of a man like that, but in real life someone like that would be Mr. Wrong. She was just going to have to get over it.
*****
By six Noelle was ready do be back at home watching a movie in her nice warm pjs, but here she was waiting for Maddie. She should know by now that Maddie was always late- but this was bad even for her. Noelle shifts in her chair, this was the last time she was letting Maddie pick a place for dinner. At least she wasn't going to draw attention from any men.
Looking around the room she suddenly felt very plain. The women were all wearing tight paints, or short skirt and tops with low necklines. Sipping her water Noelle wished women wouldn't do that, men normally had big enough egos without women dressing like that and throwing themselves all over them. Not that the men were fighting it much....or at all for that matter. She coincides that most men know what they're looking for when they come to a place like this. And most of the time sadly enough they got it.
She was still people watching when she saw several of the female heads turn toward the entrance. Noelle looks to see what the fuss is all about. A small gasp catching in her throat. The man that had just entered did not look like he needed to come to some cheap pick out joint to find female companionship.
Standing at least six foot tall with dark hair just long enough to curl at his collar, and a piercing gaze that surveys the room. Noelle places him in his late twenties, early thirties. He had a normal body type she supposed not too thin not overly bulky. Normal, yet not normal his very stance showed an air of confidence that made people take notice. She tries to pull her eyes away but it was too late his look connects to hers making the neurons in her mind work overtime to defuse the sexual tension.
He graces her with a half grin before making his way to the bar. Noelle scolds herself- of course he's not going to come over here. Her sweater and jeans weren't in the same ball park as the others. Like water men seemed to want the path of least resistance, and she didn't scream easy. Scowling she runs her finger in a small puddle of water that collected next to her glass. Wasn't that always what she wanted? To be respected not looked upon as an object. Maybe it was time to seek professional help, but she didn't see herself talking to the school mental help aids about this one.
Casting her line of vison to the bar she saw that mister tall, dark and handsome hadn't sat by himself long. A redhead was draped on his arm, softly running her hands over his shoulders and arm. Noelle thought it almost looks like she's petting him. Couldn't blame her though, the man had a few things Noelle wanted to pet too. The red head's bubbly laughter rose making Noelle gag- okay no man was that witty.
"Where the hell are you?" She asks the air. I have to get laid she muses, it was bad when she felt envy watching the woman cuddle up to him.
Her purse softly rumbles on the table alerting her to the fact her phone was ringing. Fishing it out Noelle curses reading the caller ID. "Maddie...this had better be good."
"I'm on the way just relax shimp." Maddie's flip answer and nickname was not what Noelle wanted to hear.
"You know I hate places like this, so why do you leave me sitting here..... what could possibly be..." Noelle shuts her eyes, fighting back the urge to scream in frustration. "Alright Mad what's his name?"
"What makes you think is about a guy...Hey Asshole watch where you're going!" Maddie yells at the top of her lungs. "Oh sorry hun some ass just cut me off."
"So I gathered." Noelle leans back in her chair. "And I know its about a guy because you tend to put your mind on autopilot with a cute guy around......Well?"
