The Love Letters: A Novella Read Free Page B

pays the driver. We flash each other wicked grins as we walk to the building.
    Firmly, Zach demands, “Upstairs. Now.” He moves us quickly past the doorman and straight to the elevator. It takes me a few moments to adjust to my surroundings, but wow, his building is gorgeous. Modern, yet full of mid-century character and charm. This is exactly how I imagined myself living all those nights as a Canadian teenager watching Friends .
    When we’re alone inside the elevator, Zach traps me against the wall, presses the five button, and then resumes sliding my skirt up to rest on my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. His hands squeeze my hips as he positions his hard-on between my legs. Zach is large, no doubt, and I can’t wait to have him inside me. Ding.
    The doors slide open and Zach grabs my waist, neglecting to lower my skirt. He pulls me to the door across the hall and fumbles for his keys. He has an American flag key fob! God Bless America for this All-American sex god.
    The door flies open and he pushes me toward the living area. I step out of my painful pumps and throw my clutch somewhere near the couch. Zach tosses his bag on a nearby table and then immediately grabs my face to kiss me. It’s forceful this time, rushed and messy. He licks my neck as I unbutton his shirt . . . God damn it, my vibrating phone is messing with my mojo. We continue undressing as my phone buzzes again. Fils de Salope!
    He backs me up against the couch and lowers to his knees. Zach’s voice is breathless as he commands, “Answer the fucking phone.” His eyes dart quickly from my face to between my thighs. I arch my back to reach for my purse. Zach lowers my panties as the phone vibrates for the third time.
    “It’s my parents,” I whisper, not realizing they can’t exactly hear me.
    “Answer the phone,” he demands between kisses and licks.
    “Zach, can you stop?” I flip open my phone and hit redial. It’s ringing and I have a tongue skinning my beaver – “Hey, Mom. Everything’s fine. That job wasn’t for me. No, I’m staying in the City tonight with some friends. I’ll call you in the morning.” I close the phone before she can argue or console me, and to my surprise, Zach stands to confront me.
    “Why didn’t you tell your parents the truth?” He’s completely serious.
    “Right! Hey Mom, call you back in thirty after my cunnilingus with some guy I met on the train!” I laugh at the idea but Zach is annoyed.
    “What I mean is, why can’t you tell your parents that you need some space? That part of having a dream is the living part. No regrets and no expectations.”
    Zach clearly has the advantage of being a little rich boy with no problems.
    I sigh and then say, “Because what I want is impossible. How do I explain to my parents, the people that support whatever crazy thing I do, that I want a life that’s entirely opposite of theirs?”
    “Then let me help you have the life you want. I can get you a job.”
    “What? Absolutely not! I don’t need a prince to sweep in and rescue me.” I pull down my skirt, embarrassed that he sees right through me.
    “We could help each other. Like Strangers on a Train , literally.”
    “Huh? I’m not going to kill your parents! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I frantically pull up my underwear and search for my purse. Zach is hunkered over laughing so hard I honestly think he might choke. He grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa.
    “Natalie, ma femme, sit down and listen. Are you against having a conversation? After all we’ve been through in the past three hours?” His eyes are the color of sapphires, and I hate being jealous of a man’s features.
    “Actually, I was hoping we could just fuck and have a nice dinner.” I place my hands in my lap and relax.
    “Oh, we will.” He smirks.
    Zach kisses my forehead. And with that one little gesture, I feel a sense of friendship I have never experienced with a man, especially a man