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Episode 6: Conundrum
Autumn
My fingers grip the heated steering wheel as I speed down 93-North.
Since Kylie is now four cities away, I’ve stopped at Target to grab blankets, snacks, and plenty of “keep me up” coffee like she’s asked. Ever the paranoid, she’s also requested to meet me at a public bar and follow me home from a distance.
“Just trust me on this, okay? You have no idea who you’re dealing with…”
With every mile, my heart begs me to turn around and let the facts about Ryder remain as they are, but I’m too close now.
Way too close.
I can’t get the sound of Kylie’s warnings out of my head, and every time I try, Ryder’s “You have no one to tell” overpowers them.
“New developments in the recent assault in Seattle’s Sweet Lane subdivision,” A soft voice suddenly sifts through the radio. “Today, we’re speaking to the residents of the wealthy area where established financier Nathaniel Taylor was recently the victim of a home invasion and near-fatal assault.”
“Neighbors are turning in footage from their ring cameras and assisting the authorities as much as they can, but the police chief insists that there are no leads at this time.”
“Things like this don’t happen in our neighborhood.” Julie’s voice catches me off guard. “We are absolutely devastated and are determined to make sure this never happens here again.”
“Other neighbors are voicing concern about the violent attack,” the reporter says, “but one thing is for sure. Mr. Taylor is beloved and heavily supported.”
“He’s a huge pillar of our community.” “He’s helped manage my life and finances for years after I had an accident.” “He’s an amazing man who has never—”
I change the station.
Pulling into the parking lot, I settle between a semi-truck and a sports car before texting Kylie.
Me: I made it.
Kylie: Okay, I’m still a way out. Can you get us a booth and ice water for me? (Did you remember to buy strong coffee?)
Me: Sure. (Of course)
Cigarette smoke and indie rock music greet me as I walk through the bar’s doors.
The cherry red booths that line the walls are taken, so I settle for a seat at the counter and signal for the bartender.
“Hello there, beautiful.” He smiles. “What can I get for you tonight?”
“Two gin and tonics, please. Light ice.”
When he slides them to me, I knock them back within seconds.
“Thanks.” I set down my credit card. “Give me two more.”
“Um, okay…Give me a few minutes.”
I turn away from him and focus on the door, spotting a couple kissing at the hostess stand.
Both dressed in matching grey formal wear, the guy cups the blonde’s face in his hands, whispering words against her lips that only she can hear. As the last syllable drops, he presses his lips against hers and tightens his grip on her waist.
As she wraps her arms around his neck, I can’t help but picture me and Ryder in their place. I picture us against the wall, him lifting my dress and fucking me like we’re the only two people here.
“I went ahead and made you a fifth one on the house.” The bartender taps my shoulder. “I make a pretty decent Moscow mule if you’re interested.”
“Maybe later.” I bring the first glass to my lips.
“Stressful day?”
“Something like that.” I’m too on edge to have a conversation. “I’m fine, though.”
“Good to hear. I’ll need your car keys for at least two hours.” He points to a “Drink Safe & Wait to Drive!” banner on the wall. “Company policy.”
While I’m pulling them out of my purse, he leans closer. “If you want me to personally drive you home when you’re done, just let me know.”
“I’ll have two hot coffees and a glass of ice water for my friend whenever you get a chance.”
“Fuck you, too then.” He laughs and tends to another customer.
In the middle of a metal serenade, and when my liquor is long gone, I head to the restroom and lock the door.
My chest is burning, and the room is starting to spin.
Grabbing the edge of the sink, I stare at my reflection. My eyes are filled with worry, and my cheeks are flushed red.
Calm down, calm down…
I splash my face with water again and again.
Someone knocks on the door, but I keep splashing my face until the room stops moving under my feet.
By the time I step out into the hall, no one is waiting, and no music is playing.
Returning to the main room, I notice it’s empty, and the bartender is long gone.
The only other person here is a salt-and-pepper-haired man in a suit. He’s adjusting his cufflinks while standing in front of my seat.
“Hello, Autumn.” His eyes meet mine, and a chill runs up my spine. “Are you having a good time tonight?”
What the hell? “Who are you?”
“Wrong question.”
“Where did everyone go?”
“Wrong again.” He steps forward. “Allow me to help you ask the right one.”
“I think I need to—”
“Go?” He holds up my car keys before slipping them into his pocket.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up one by one, and I glance at the exit.
He moves directly in front of it, blocking my view and giving me a close look at a jagged scar on the left side of his face.
“Tell me something.” His piercing grey eyes dare me to make a run for it. “Do you really think you can dance with the devil and walk away without getting burned?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about…”
“You have no idea what the fuck you’re doing either, do you?” His voice is terse. “You think you get to do a little crime on the weekend and then dash off and do whatever you want after that?”
“With all due respect—” I notice another exit to my right. “You must have me confused with someone else.”
“No, Autumn Jane.” He steps closer. “I know exactly who the hell I’m talking to right now.”
Run in twenty seconds, Autumn.
“Given who the hell you now work for, you’re not allowed to take random drives in the middle of the night, get drunk or tipsy around people we haven’t approved, and you damn sure don’t trust fucking strangers with your car keys.”
“In that case, I need to reconsider my employment.”
“Your chance to do that was back in Miami.” He flexes his hands. “If you want to go out drinking or partying, I suggest that you save my number and let me know ahead of time so I can make arrangements.” He pauses. “But fair warning, your new boyfriend won’t appreciate that.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Then please call and let him know so I don’t have to deal with your fucking foolishness anymore.”
“Enough.” Ryder’s deep voice suddenly fills the room. “I told you I’d handle Miss Jane myself.”
I look over at him, and my nipples harden at the sight of him in an open-button grey shirt. No matter how often I see this man, he always makes a new first impression.
“I heard you mention that, Mr. Rochester.” The man in front of me rolls his eyes. “I was simply making sure that no one we needed to worry about was here putting Miss Jane at risk.”
“Was there?”
“No.”
“Good to know,” Ryder says. “Anything else?”
“She’s been drinking.” The man finally walks away from me and toward the door.
He stops at Ryder’s side, whispering words I strain to hear. Ryder keeps his eyes on me, a soft smile tugging at his perfect lips.
The man steps outside, and Ryder locks the door behind him. Then he crosses the floor and moves toward me.
“I could’ve sworn you told me that you were sleeping, Autumn,” he says.
“I didn’t know I needed to report my every move when I’m not at work.”
“You don’t need to lie to me either…” He caresses my cheek, sending every nerve in my body into overdrive.
“How’d you find me?”
He drops his hand from my face, offering a smirk as the answer. Giving me nothing more, he moves behind the bar and picks up a bottle of bourbon.
“Since you’re not tired,” he says, pouring a flight of shots. “Let’s play a game.”
“I don’t carry cards in my purse.”
“This is a Q&A game.” He pushes the liquor toward me before returning to my side. “I have a feeling you’ll like this one.”
“Does the winner get a prize?”
“Yes.” He’s close enough for me to inhale the scent of his cologne. “If you win, I’ll give you something you desperately need.”
“An endless explanation about who you really are?”
“Orgasms.”
His words hang in the air for several seconds, daring me to push for something else, but I don’t.
“And if you win?” is all I can say. “What will you get?”
“We’ll see.” He downs a shot and motions for me to follow his lead. “First to three, and the rules are simple. I’ll tell you three random things about myself, two of which are true, one is a lie. Guess the lie. Fair?”
“Yes.” I pick up a shot glass, and he watches me knock it back.
“Ladies first,” he says. “Tell me three random things about you.”
“My middle name is a homage to my mother’s favorite actress, I learned how to repair violins when I was—”
“No, Autumn,” he interrupts me. “You need to tell me things I don’t already know.”
I hesitate for several seconds, wracking my brain for replacements.
“I’ve never been ranked anything less than first chair in an orchestra, I’ve never been out of the country, and before meeting you, I’ve never committed a crime.”
“Hmmm.” He lets out a low laugh and treats himself to another shot. “I believe those are all lies.”
“No.” I shake my head, wondering if I’m that easy for him to read. “It’s the last thing I said.”
“I highly doubt that,” he says. That lie aside, every symphony beginner always starts as the last chair.”
Silence.
“We’ll treat that round as a learner’s error.” He brushes strands of hair away from my face. “Try me again.”
“Maybe you should show me how it works this time.”
“Not if I’m trying to let you win…” He tilts my chin up with his fingertips. “Again…”
“I used to run a mile a day without fail, I missed my chance at touring with a symphony due to a mistake I made, and I have a ridiculous amount of green and brown art supplies in my storage unit.”
“The first one is a lie.” He doesn’t bother asking if he’s right. “My turn…My family once ran the best pasta warehouse on the east coast, I’m not originally from this city, and I’ve committed plenty of crimes before meeting you.”
“The first one.”
“No,” he says, picking up the final shot glass and pressing it against my lips. “Those are all true, actually.”
“Noted.” The liquor burns a trail down my throat. “So, it’s my turn again?”
“No, we’ll just count that as a win for you.” He suddenly presses his mouth against mine, kissing me until I fully submit to his lips.
Staring into his eyes, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. He steadies me by pinning my body against the counter with his hips.
I suck in a breath as he slides a hand under my dress and pushes my soaking-wet panties to the side.
Groaning softly, he presses his thumb against my clit, teasing it while his mouth still owns mine.
I can feel his cock stiffening against my thigh with every wet caress, and my nipples are hardening against my bra.
He suddenly withdraws his hands away from me. Then he stops his kiss without warning, leaving me bereft and on edge.
“What are you—”
“Keep your arms where they are,” he commands, unzipping his pants.
He quickly pulls out a condom and sheathes his cock, and before I can look down and determine how much of him I need to brace for, he lifts my leg and slides into me.
“Ahhhh…” I can’t help but moan as he fills me. “Ryderrr…”
He grips my ass and pulls me closer, forcing my pussy to take every single inch. And before I can cry out again, he tightens his grip on my skin and pushes me back and forth, away and to him. Giving me exactly what I need, serving me a flavor of sex I’ve never tasted. An all-consuming one I never knew existed.
There’s no use in trying to be a co-conductor with him; he’s in control, and from the heated look in his eyes, I know he’ll keep it that way.
He bites my bottom lip as my pussy throbs against him, but he doesn’t slow down. He keeps kissing me between deep strokes, handling my body like he owns it, like I’m a puppet connected to his well-tamed strings.
I come with his name on my lips, his cock still serving me sensual strokes, and he finds his release moments later.
As I’m struggling to breathe, my phone buzzes against the counter.
Kylie…
Ryder pushes it out of my reach, then slides out of me.
“Turn around,” he commands.
“Huh?” I pant. “Why?”
“So I can finish fucking you and make sure that this the very last time that you have the audacity to lie to me about where you really are…”
End of episode 6
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