Trouble

I knew she was trouble. Knew it the minute I saw her. She was 100lbs of attitude in a 20lbs bag. Dark eyes, a wicked smile, and a body to make good men want to do bad things. She was a cat stuck in the rain, try to hold her if you want but you’re going to get scratched.

I was checking into the hotel when I saw her saunter in, sunglasses perched on her head, dress swishing with each step. A guy, obviously a boyfriend or husband, was half a step behind her his face tight with frustration. The must have been in the middle of an argument and she was trying to storm off as fast as her little legs could take her.

She glanced at me as she walked past, making eye contact for the briefest moment. But a lot was communicated in that brief glance. There was a wildness about her, an open defiance, but also an invitation.

She was a hungry, cornered lion – ready for some hapless fool to try to tame her, or for her next meal, whichever came first.

“Don’t even think about it,” I mumbled to myself when she’d passed. I knew I needed the verbal reminder.

I have a bit of an impulse control problem. I have a tendency toward recklessness. To do the thing I know is bad for me – to lick the battery, touch the mouse trap … to satisfy my curiosities. But I hadn’t come to the beach for sunburns and overpriced drinks. I was there for work. I had several days worth of meetings lined up with an important client and the last thing I needed in my life was more drama.

I forced myself to turn back to the counter rather than watch her as she walked away. I took the key card from the clerk and made my way up to my room. After unpacking I spent a little while organizing some notes and making a couple last minute adjustments to the next day’s presentation.

I thought about heading out to find something to eat, but I was too restless and tight after hours on the plane and decided to go for a swim instead. A few laps in the hotel pool would help loosen my muscles and settle my nerves.

I’d picked that particular hotel specifically because they had both indoor and outdoor pools. My hope was that all the rowdy children and party-minded vacationers would be in the outdoor pool and I’d be able to do some actual swimming in the indoor pool.

My hope planned out and I was able to get my laps in with just a handful of people lounging in the corner of the pool. Having gotten my heart rate up and tension relieved I climbed out of the pool and into the hot tub. I was resting with my eyes closed and head leaned back against the edge of the hot tub when I heard the splashing of someone else climbing in.

I looked up to see *her* gently lowering herself into the hot, bubbly water. Of course it would be her. When you’re on a diet all your friends offer you cake. When I’m trying to exercise self control and make wise choices, the universe puts her in my path.

She was wearing a flawlessly white bikini that complimented her skin beautifully, and her figure even better. She puckered her lips and let out a long sigh as she lowered herself onto the seat, and when she saw me watching her her lips twisted into a tantalizing smirk.

We held eye contact for just a moment until there was a second splash in the water. Her boyfriend climbed in and sat himself next to her. I grunted my dissatisfaction and resolved myself to minding my own business.

I tried to not pay attention to them but the boyfriend was making a fool of himself. He was draped all over her like some needy wet blanket. Even over the noise of the hot tub I could hear his voice, like a whine, pleading for her attention. Apparently the poor sap hadn’t earned her forgiveness yet because she barely responded to his overtures at all. She just stared straight ahead and gave clipped one word answers to his questions.

She was loving it though. A faint smile played at the corner of her lips. No longer the caged tiger, she was now the satisfied alley cat playing with a mouse out of pure enjoyment. It was the power, the control. She made him jump through all the hoops just because she knew he would.

I almost felt sorry for the idiot. Almost. You don’t take on a woman like that unless you have the strength and resolve to handle her. You’ve got to be willing to take the claws. If you show weakness she will run you over like a train, and she’ll never respect you.

It’s a lesson we have to learn the hard way. He’d learn eventually, or he’d run off to gentler waters. Which ever path he would eventually choose, he certainly didn’t learn his lesson that night.

After five minutes of cold shoulder in the hot water, he climbed out of the hot tub and stomped over to his towel. Like an overgrown child he dried himself off with exaggerated movements, mumbling to himself the entire time. I watched her watch him, impish contempt on her face. Once he left she turned back to me, rolled her eyes and smiled. I gave her a half smile in return and forcefully turned my head.

A minute later I heard another splash. She had half way climes out of the hot tub to grab her phone off her towel. She was bent over the edge, legs still in the water, elbows on the concrete floor, while she texted or scrolled or whatever. Her perfect peach of an ass swayed in the air as if she were subtly dancing to music playing only in her head.

It was quite a sight. She stayed like that long enough to draw attention but not nearly as long as I would have liked. I’m sure every one in the pool area was watching her ass but I’d be damned if I was going to advert my eyes long enough to check.

I wouldn’t say she caught me staring at her ass when she eventually sat back down in the water. “Catch” implies you’re trying to hide something. She was putting on a show and I was perfectly comfortable letting her know I enjoyed it. This time she broke eye contact first, turning away in what was likely feigned embarrassment.

The walls of my self control were starting to crack and I knew it was time to get out of the pool. I closed my eyes and gave myself several minutes for the blood in my body to return to more appropriate places.

I climbed out of the pool and started to dry myself off. To my ever loving chagrin she climbed out a moment after me. God damn me if she wasn’t able to somehow make wiping her body off with a cheap hotel towel seem somehow seductive.

She was just a step behind me when I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor after mine. We rode in silence, pretending not to notice each other. She had her towel wrapped around her waist and stood halfway turned toward me, her back resting against the elevator wall.

She started stretching. Raising her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders back, pushing her perfectly shaped breasts out as she did. It was obscene. It was torture. She never looked at me, but I saw a hint of her wicked smile playing on her lips. She knew what she was doing. She loved the affect she had on men.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened on my floor I hesitated just a moment. Instead of walking out the door like I should have I took a step toward her. I pressed in close blocking her against the wall, barely an inch between our bodies.

I towered over her and stared into her eyes. The elevator dinged again and the doors started to shut. I threw my arm out and blocked the doors from closing, never taking my eyes off hers.

“I know what you’re doing,” I said evenly.

Her white teeth flashed in what could have been a smile – if wild, hungry animals could smile. “And what’s that?” She asked.

“I see right through you.” I said, ignoring her question. “You’re used to getting away with it. But you should be very careful. Not all of us are so easily toyed with. You might just get more than you bargained for.”

I left before she said another word – before I did something that would entangle my life in more drama than I had the patience for.

I didn’t sleep for shit that night.

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I was sitting at the outdoor hotel bar, sipping at my drink, staring at my computer. My meetings had gone about as poorly as I expected. I hate working with committees. A bunch of idiots talking to make themselves sound important rather than trying to actually get anything done.

I was making a few pointless adjustments to my proposal, trying to convince myself to not throw my computer in the water and tell the committee to go fuck themselves, when I heard the chair beside me scrape against the floor.

It was her. Of course it was her. And she was alone.

At the time I didn’t even wonder where her little boyfriend was. He was probably in the gift shop browsing their collection of tank tops or in a bar watching sports, drinking a Coors Lite.

I didn’t acknowledge her. The last thing I needed was to engage in conversation and get wrapped up in her web. I pretended to focus on my work, pretended to not be sneaking glances at her gorgeous legs.

She ordered a drink – I forced myself to not offer to buy – and drank in silence. She made small talk with the bartender while I pretended I didn’t notice her leg casually brush against mine a few times.

I know what you’re thinking. It wasn’t very much. Hardly any interaction at all. It could have all been accidental, and even if it wasn’t it’s not like it took a lot to throw me off my game.

But you didn’t see this girl. You didn’t see the way the devil danced in her eyes. You didn’t see the way she moved.

When she got off the bar stool and started walking toward the elevator I closed my computer and followed her. We didn’t even look at each other when we stepped into the elevator, but out of the corner of my eye I saw her sardonic smile when we started moving up and I hadn’t pressed the button for my floor.

I followed her wordlessly down the hallway, watching her skirt sway like a bell, her hips swinging like the pendulum.

She unlocked her door and stepped inside, her fingers hesitating on the door just long enough for me to follow. She turned to face me when I closed the door behind us.

We stood staring at each other for a moment. Her hand resting on her hip, her eyes a tease and a taunt. My eyes swept up and down her body, taking in every inch of her.

And then I kissed her.

I stepped in close, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and pulled her mouth onto mine. Her lips parted and our tongues met. Hot. Eager. Desperate.

We were clamped onto each other for a long moment before she shove at my chest, pushing me a step away. Then suddenly my face stung and I realized she’d slapped me. My eyes narrowed and my lips curled into a snarl. I couldn’t think of words and looking back I don’t know what I was about to do.

She was wearing a long, loose knit sweater. As I watched she unbuttoned a couple buttons and let the sweater fall to the floor. She had on a tight, white tank top, the material so thin I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I jumped at her, grabbed her by her waist and the back of her head. I latched my mouth on hers, mindless and overwhelmed with desire. I spun her body and pushed her against the wall.

She curled her fingers into my hair, pulling me harder into our kiss. My hand snaked up her back, under her shirt, feeling the soft, smoothness of her skin. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head to the side, kissing my way down her cheek to her neck.

She purred as I kissed her neck, sucking her skin into my mouth, pulling her body tight against mine. She fumbled at the buttons on my shirt then gave up and just jerked it open. Buttons flung across the room and her hands were on my chest.

She ran her hands up to my shoulders and down my arms, gracefully sliding my shirt to the floor. I growled into her mouth as I kissed her again. I grabbed her from under her thighs, lifting her off the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist. I pinned her body against the wall and ran my hands underneath her shirt, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.

My body was aching for more of her, I ground myself into her as my hands explored her curves and my tongue explored her mouth. She raised her arms, allowing me to slide her shirt up over her head, but I didn’t take it completely off. I held her wrists with one hand and wrapped an arm under her ass. I lifted her higher so I could get my mouth on her breasts. I kissed and licked and nibbled.

She worked her arms free from my grip and tossed her shirt on the floor. She wrapped her arms around me and dug her nails into my back. Hot, burning pain screeched down my back as her nails broke the skin, but I didn’t care.

I let her feet drop to the floor and spun her around, pushing her chest into the wall. I ran my hands up her thighs and pushed her skirt up over her hips. I felt the fabric of her little thong, but I never did notice the color. My face was buried in her neck as and fondled her breast with one hand and slid the other between her legs.

I pulled her thong to the side and felt her warmth. Her skin was so smooth, her body so eager. She pushed herself against my hand as my fingers massaged her pussy, then angled her hips to grind her ass against my cock.

I held her against the wall with a hand on the back of her neck as I fumbled with my belt and zipper. I shoved my pants to the floor and held my throbbing dick in my hand. I rubbed my tip against her entrance, feeling her warmth, coating my head with her juices.

She arched her back and stuck her ass out for me, practically begging to have me inside her. I, of course, obliged. I slammed myself inside her, a single violent thrust and I was buried to the hilt. She let out a sound that could have been a moan, or a grunt, or a scream – or maybe all three.

I dug my fingers into her hips and slammed into her again and again. I wasn’t gentle. But I wasn’t a jackhammer either. With steady, brutal rhythm I fucked her. Each thrust eliciting a grunt or a groan.

I pushed her flat against the wall, thrusting into her hard enough to lift her on her toes. I curled my fingers in her hair, turning her head so my lips were against her ear. I slid my hand between her legs and played with her clit, pinning her there, brutalizing her body until she came on my dick.

I stepped back and kicked my shoes, socks and pants off. I reached down and picked her off her feet, carrying her in my arms to the bed. I tossed her on the mattress and knelt between her legs. I ran my hands up her thighs and grabbed hold of her thong, jerking it down, snapping the string and tossing it to the side.

I kissed my way up her legs, over her stomach, up to her breasts. She wrapped her legs around mine and her hands around my neck as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, one then the other. She clawed at my back, my chest, down to my ass, pulling me up, eager to have me inside her again.

I kissed her again as I slid myself back inside her. I started off slow this time. We ground into each other, breathing heavily into each others’ ears.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and started thrusting into her harder, our bodies sliding against each other, now covered in sweat. I leaned back and ran my hands up her body. My pace increased as i massaged her breasts. I slid one hand up to her throat and she smiled her wicked smile as I began to squeeze.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She pushed her hips into the air, pushing against me, taking me as deep as she could. I sat up on my knees and held her ass in the air as I thrust into her. I pulled at her body, forcing her to meet me with each thrust.

I was getting close. It felt too good. I didn’t want it to end but I couldn’t make myself stop. Her body was mesmerizing beneath me.

I tried to pull out. I really did. But she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her with surprising strength. I cursed as I came inside her and collapsed, completely spent.

We lay there silently for several minutes, panting and enjoying the feel of each others’ body. But I knew what had to happen. Her poor boyfriend would be back at any moment and I didn’t the the trouble that would come with him. My reckless decisions had already brought enough drama for one life.

I climbed out of the bed and started to get dressed. She laid in the bed, the sheet pulled up to her waist, and watched. The Cheshire Cat, content and pleased with her mischief.

My shirt was ruined and I didn’t even bother trying to find the buttons. I’d let her sort that out. I just let the shirt hang open as I buckled my belt. I took one last look at her spectacular body … and wickedly daring eyes and said, “I never did catch your name.”

Her smile was wide and predatory. Her voice a smooth, seductive draw. “I’ll tell you tomorrow night.”

“Fuck,” I groaned to myself. This woman was going to cause me so much trouble.

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