For the next few weeks, Amy didn't see much of Nick, and when she did it seems he was always busy and heading somewhere in a hurry. She had the distinct feeling that he was avoiding her. The creep. What was wrong with him anyway? They had had a great time together and now her body was thirsty for more of his hard and delicious body.
Instead he seemed to have gotten scared, and damn if she could figure out what had him spooked. Maybe he hadn't believed her when she said she was on the pill. The stupid man. Oh well, she would not be reduced to begging -- at least not yet. In a few more weeks she would probably be desperate, but right now she concentrated on getting her kitchen fixed.
Both Zelma and Tess had stepped in and helped her put up the new wallpaper and paint the walls in a lovely cream colour. Her new stove was in place and the end result was magnificent -- if she should say so herself. She stood admiring her brand new kitchen.
"Just perfect," she murmured.
Now she only needed to paint the skirting boards in a matching colour, and change the door knobs of the cupboards and then she would be done. Phew. It was quite a daunting task to redecorate, but the end result would be worth the while. Even so, she had learned never to do any more writing while cooking. One accident was more than enough on her résumé, she chuckled.
Although she was relieved that no one had yet seemed to figure out how she had managed to burn down her own kitchen - with her being in the same room and all. Well, except for her friends, but they would keep their mouth shut. Thank god for small favours, she smiled.
But most of all she was glad Nick hadn't figured it out yet. If he ever did he would likely report it back to her brother and then she would never hear the end of it. Jeff was an annoying big brother in that respect, and although he meant well, he could be terribly annoying once he set his mind to it.
Her door bell rang suddenly and she almost fell off the chair she was standing on. Damn it, what now? After Nick had decided to avoid her like she was some kind of plague, she hadn't had many disturbances, which suited her just fine. It was probably the main reason why the redecoration had been completed so quickly. She dried off her paint-smudged hands on her jeans and went to open. The door bell rang again in an insistent and loud noise that made her snarl loudly.
"Wait a second, will you? Oh, it's you again," she started as she opened the door to find Nick standing outside, wearing his usual expression of casual arrogance, as if she was one of the usual suspects he was out to question.
"Ever heard about using the peep-hole before you open the door?" he asked gruffly. "It could have been anyone standing out here. Looking to rob you, or rape you or whatever suited my fancy," he snarled at her.
"Yes, Nick," she said with a sigh. "I know, I know. I simply forgot, all right? Now, what was it you wanted this time?"
Instead he roamed his eyes all over her. Taking in her snug jeans and worn t-shirt. Both smudged with paint and glue.
"Let me guess," he started. "You're making a cream-coloured kitchen, right?"
"How did you guess, Sherlock?" she asked ironically. "No wonder the crime rates are so low in this city when we have such intelligent police officers."
He frowned at her, before moving closer until it felt as if he was surrounding her, his mouth just a fraction from her own. Her eyes widened and she felt the heat radiating from him.
"Careful now, honey," he murmured. "Or I might be tempted to strip-search you."
She swallowed hard before replying. "On what grounds, Detective?"
"Suspicion. You're obviously hiding something," he chuckled.
"Like what?"
"Don't know yet." He raised his hand and touched her face softly, before roaming his fingers slowly down her cheek and down to her throat, aiming for her cleavage. Her breath hitched and her heartbeat continued in a faster pace. "But I'm going to find out," he said hoarsely as his eyes darkened with desire.
She stared dazedly at his eyes for a while. Finally she managed to get a hold on herself again and she took a step back and away from his spell. Taking a deep breath at the same time. What was he trying to do? First, he had avoided her like the plague and now he didn't seem to be able to get close enough? Something was not right here. He wanted something. That was for sure.
"What do you want, Nick?" she said icily, trying to hold on to her anger with all her might.
"Ah, you know that car of yours...," he said slowly.
"Yes? What about it?"
"You're blocking mine -- again. It seems you're in desperate need of some driving classes if your parking is anything to go by."
"Maybe I don't care about the parking," Amy suggested. "And can't you just use your impressive skills behind the wheels and wheedle yourself out of there?"
"Nope, not unless I put on my Superman uniform and lift my car out of the parking lot," Nick said teasingly. "You're parked right in front of my boot."
"All right. Let me just get my keys."
As they walked down to the garage, Amy continued. "So what's the rush about anyway? Are you going to work at this hour?"
"No, I'm going bowling with Rob. He's just been kicked out by his latest girlfriend."
"Oh, dear. And now you're going to compare notes and drown your sorrows in bowling balls and beer?" Amy asked ironically.
"Not exactly. I let you leave, remember?"
"You
let
me? As far as I recall, we had a night of mutual enjoyment with no strings attached. There's no reason why two people can't have consensual sex once in a while," she droned on.
"Once, yes, but whenever you feel like having another go, I will not let you leave that easily."
"You won't?" Amy stopped in shock. "Who says you can decide what I do or don't do?"
Nick stopped beside her, looking as fierce as ever. "If you don't believe me you can always give it a try and see what I'm capable of doing," he said matter-of-factly. "But believe me: I let you leave the first time, thinking you might need some time to think about it."
"Think about what?"
"To make up your mind about what you really wanted, and maybe that would make you reach the correct conclusion on your own."
"Huh?" She stared at him, not understanding where he was getting at. Talk about talking in riddles. "So, you don't want any more sexual encounters between friends, is that it?" she asked suspiciously.
"Not unless you're willing to take the consequences," he threatened.
"Hah, then I'll simply have to find someone else to fuck whenever I feel the urge for some body contact," she snarled at him.
His frown deepened and she noticed his eyes becoming even darker than before. "I wouldn't recommend that," he said icily before turning to open the garage door.
"You wouldn't recommend it?" she seethed with anger. "I can't fuck you and you don't want me to fuck anybody else either, is that what you're saying?"
He turned abruptly and grabbed both her arms in his fists, holding her tightly and close to his body. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."
"Well, that leaves my dildo, doesn't it? I can have lots of fun with that one and never need a man for the rest of my lifetime."
He bent his head down toward hers and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her lips tingling as she tried to prevent herself from responding to his dominance. But to no avail. Her lips softened and she opened up to allow him inside, making a small moan at the same time. Immediately he let go of her mouth, and just stood looking at her with that heated look of his.
"You should know that the dildo is only a poor substitute for the real stuff. But if you need another demonstration, you know where to find me," he said enigmatically as he directed her toward her car.
***
A few days later, Amy decided that enough was enough. It was time to do something drastic, she thought as she wandered around her apartment. Nick would have to see sense, but in order to make him...what could she do? She did have one choice, but it was a risky one, and she knew the stakes were high.
Still, something had to be done. They couldn't continue walking around as if they were complete strangers to one another. Acting as if they never been sexually involved and never made the furniture crumble by the sheer force of their combined heat.
No, it was time to jump into the deep water and learn how to swim, or simply drown in it. At least by now she was so sick and tired of thinking about what to do, that it was better to do something, even though she might regret it later. She dug out the sexy underwear Nick had liked so well, and she dressed herself as if she was going into battle.
In a way she was going to battle. To battle against a stubborn male who couldn't see his own best and just relax with the feelings between them. Barely covering herself with a skirt and a blouse, she went across the wall and opened Nick's door with the spare key he had lent her when she borrowed his spare room.
Moving inside, she went from room to room, but no Nick was around. He must be working late, she thought as she took in the presence of his things and his scent that still lingered in the rooms. He had left a shirt hanging in his bedroom and she could not resist holding the fabric against her face and taking a deep sniff so as to engulf everything that reminded her of him. His scent invaded her every part and she felt her cunt moisten to the expectation of him coming inside of her.
