“Excuse me, my name is…”

My words die in my throat as the first man turns around.

“Aria? Hey, it's good to see you. I didn't know you worked here.” It’s Dean! Fuck, fuck, fuck. 
I bite my lower lip in a nervous habit. Calm down, Aria, keep cool. He’s just your neighbor… your smoking hot neighbor. Damn it, he looks so sexy in a suit.

With it being a casual business affair, Dean is wearing a black two piece suit that has a light gray pin striping and both jacket buttons were undone. The shirt underneath is a cool steely blue with the collar loose around his neck and his tie is missing in action. I somehow manage to swallow past the lump in my throat.

“Hey, Dean,” I whisper out and look away from his handsome face. “Umm yeah I've been working here for a while.”

“Well you look...” he pauses to asses my appearance and I’m secretly hoping he doesn't see my nipples poking out from my bra.

They started to harden when the other men in the VIP room checked me out but now that he’s taking off my clothes with his eyes, they're achingly hard and tingling with the need for a good bite. He clears his throat and gives me a genuinely friendly smile.

“Since you’re taking orders, I’ll get a domestic beer and my friend Jim here...” He points to the man still looking out the massive one-way window, “will get a whiskey and coke.” Finally something I can handle.

I can’t help but smile at this friendliness. “Comin’ right up.”

As I walk away, I get the warm electric feeling that someone is watching my plump and round backside move from side to side. With my sexy 6-inch red heels, my legs and backside are even more pronounced. I can’t tell for sure, but I’m secretly hoping Dean is lusting after my sexy bottom.

Unable to control myself, I take a quick side-ways glance as I take the first few steps down the stairs; sure enough Dean is looking directly in my direction. I swear I can see the slight outline of his hardening cock in his trousers but that could just be my imagination. A smirk is plastered on my face as I reach the bottom of the stairs. Hmm, maybe I do have a snowball’s chance in hell. 

By time last call comes around, I've brought the business men several drinks and bottle service. They’re feeling very relaxed with the warmth of alcohol buzzing through their veins, Dean included. Some had gone down to the dance floor in hopes is scoring a drunken woman for the night, while the others stayed in the VIP lounge talking and laughing.

I have to say it was fun chatting with them and they helped brighten my night. I approach the men who are now all sitting on the black leather couches.

“I’m sorry but it's closing time. It was wonderful being able to serve all of you tonight and I hope you guys come back soon,” I say with a smile.

I hand the single check to the man closest to me. I learned earlier in the evening that his name was Jim and he’s the CEO of the company; he’s a kind and funny older divorced man. He puts his hand on the side of my thigh where my skirt ends and starts rubbing my leg up and down with his fingers slipping under the hem of my short skirt.

His action sends shivers of awareness to my clit and I blush uncontrollably. I should be offended, feel disrespected, and even disgusted but truth is I don’t really mind. It makes me feel dirty, slutty and I like feeling like that; being available to be used for any man’s pleasure.

“You were an amazing hostess tonight and I will definitely have more office parties here. Maybe we can set up something a little bit more private next time,” he says with a wink.

It looks like he's going to say something more but a hand from behind me tears the other man’s hand off of my thigh. I look over to my right side to see Dean standing inches away from me. Whoa, I didn't even feel him standing there.

I look up at Dean with a confused expression; I can tell by his face and his tense muscles that he’s mad. Why the hell is he mad? I ask myself.

“No one touches my neighbor like that,” he says between clenched teeth.

Where the hell did that come from? Oh boy, this must be the alcohol talking. The older man, Jim, who put his hand on my leg stays sitting with a confused and stunned look; it appears that he doesn't know what to say or even how to react. Sensing an impending confrontation, I try to defuse the situation.

“Okay now, gentlemen, everyone has had a long night. Why don’t I take Dean home? Like he said he lives in the suite right next to mine,” I say as sweetly and sincerely as possible.

“Yeah, I think everyone is ready to go home,” Jim says, nodding his agreement.

As I’m gently coaxing Dean to sit down in an armchair, Jim pays the tab in cash and all the men leave saying thank-you’s on the way out of the VIP room.

“Just sit here for a few minutes while I take care of the bill and then we’ll go home, okay?” I explain to Dean. He just gives me a dark and level stare. I’ll take that as a yes.

I walk over to the glass table, pick up the check, and go down the stairs to the closest cash register. I open the black and red bill holder with the clubs name embossed on the front, and start counting the cash. Holy shit! Jim gave me a tip that's almost forty percent of the bill. Praise the lord for lonely old men.

Feeling happy about the generous tip, I clock out with a smile and go back up to the lounge to get Dean and lock doors. When I open the VIP doors, I seen Dean slumped over in the leather armchair snoozing away. Well that’s fantastic. I kneel in between his outstretched legs to be eye level and gently shake him awake.

“Dean, hey, wake up. I’m taking you home.”

His midnight eyes slowly open and look at me. A grin eats up his entire face.

“What’s so funny?” I say.

He sits up and leans forward so our faces are only a few inches apart.

“I've wondered what it would be like to have you kneeling in between my legs.”

All I can do is stare at him in shock. Never, not once since we've been neighbors has he even hinted he’s interested in me. Reeling from his words, I don’t notice him leaning farther forward until his one hand laces itself into my hair at the back of my head and the other rests on the back of my neck.

At first it's just a brush of his lips against mine. They're soft but slightly rough at the same time; the way a man’s lips should be. The caress sends wicked hot sensation to my hardening nipples and damp pussy making me reflexively close my eyes in pleasure.

Sensing that I’m not trying to pull away from his hands, he kisses me again; this time he’s more forceful. He tightens his grip in my hair and I involuntarily let out a low moan. His sweet lips move and crush against mine and he takes over the kiss instantly.

I bend into his body and melt under his demanding lips. My hands rest against his knees and I glide them to his hips where his waist band meets his silky shirt.

His tongue swipes over my bottom lip and I open compliantly. He immediately has his tongue in my mouth coaxing my tongue to move against his. He tastes like beer and man; a combination that makes my pussy weep with wetness.

I can’t recall the last time I've been kissed like this; so passionately, so wholly. It’s making my head spin and my body vibrate with need. Slow down, Aria, he’s drunk and probably doesn't truly realize what he’s doing.

He pulls back slightly and lovingly nips my lower lips a couple times. Eyes still closed, I let out a long breath to steady myself. When I open my eyes, Dean is staring at me with lust and alcohol hazed eyes. Damn.

“Let’s get you home,” I tell him. I get him out of the chair and lock up the lounge.

By the time Dean and I step outside, it’s already 2:30 am. The sky is pitch dark with no stars in sight and the night’s cool, crisp air is amazingly refreshing compared to the warm and muggy environment of the club. I take a deep breath and let the refreshing April air fill my lungs and cool my sexually heated skin.

The parking lot has only a few cars now and the dim lighting of the light post doesn't do a good job of illuminating the parking lot. Feeling uneasy about the darkness of the parking lot, I help Dean walk in a straight line and quickly reach my compact car.

“Don’t you dare puke in my car,” I tell him as I’m opening the passage side door. His response is a low chuckle and a big smile as he sits down in the fabric seat.

The fifteen minute drive is done in silence. I think he might have fallen asleep again but when I look over, Dean is looking at me. He puts his hand on my thigh and he closes his eyes.

A deep sigh of contentment escapes him. I know I should move his hand, I don’t want to give him the wrong impression, but I don’t have the will power to do it. His hand is large, strong, and warm against my bare thigh. If he only slid his hand up just a few inches, he could feel how wet he's made me.

I now have our apartment building in sight and his hand hasn't moved an inch. Damn it. On the bright side, he didn't throw up in my car.

I park in my designated parking spot and turn off my car. Dean still has his eyes closed and his hand on my thigh. Maybe he is asleep again? I place my hand over his and gently rub it.

“Hey, Dean, we’re back home.”

He opens his eyes and looks at me. His nearly black eyes are burning with desire and his grip under my rubbing fingers tightens on my leg. I swear I can feel a rush of pussy juice moisten my already soaking panties. God, this man could tempt a saint but I can’t. Not when he’s drunk like this.

I clear my throat and gently push his hand off my leg. “Let’s go…” fuck. No Aria. “inside.”

After I help him out of the car, I get him to put his arm around my shoulders and I put my arm around his waist in hopes of helping walk straight. We both enter the apartment building and I see Layla is still working at the reception desk; that girl never stops working.

Her face is rather priceless; I don’t think I've ever seen her so shocked before. She snaps out of it as we’re passing her and she gives me a discreet thumbs up and a wink. I inwardly sigh. I’ll have to tell her what really happened next time I see her.

I press the elevator call button and one of the doors opens immediately.

I help Dean step inside and press our floor number. The second the doors close Dean shoves me up against the elevator wall and plasters his tall, firm body against mine.

He tips my chin up so my lips can meet his in another demanding kiss. Lost in the moment and drunk on arousal, I wrap my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his open mouth. He breaks free from my kissing lips and starts kissing down my jaw and neck. Oh sweet lord.

“No… Dean, please. You don’t realize what you’re actually doing,” I somehow manage to mutter out.

He lets out a soft growl and bites me where my neck and shoulder meet. Oh fuck, yes. A soft moan escapes me and I can feel my wetness starting to run down my inner thighs.

The elevator doors open and thankfully no one is around. He lifts up my legs, wraps them around his waist, places his hands on my ass cheeks, and carries me out of the elevator to the wall of the hallway. With my legs up at his middle, my skirt is bunched up around my waist and I feel his restricted cock pressing against my thin panties.

“I want you so bad. Can’t you feel how much I need you?” He says with his nearly black eyes burrowing into mine.

He emphasizes his point by rubbing his erect cock against my nearly exposed pussy and starts passionately kissing me again. He’s making my head spin with arousal and my body tingle and throb with need.

My nipples are definitely poking out from my bra and it’s possible that he’ll have a wet spot on his pants where he’s pressed up against my cunt. This man is sin on legs and somehow I’m saying no to fucking his brains out. Why do I have to do the right thing? Fucking morals.

As I feel his tongue breach my lips, his hands go under my sheer top and start wandering my sensitive sides, back, and stomach. His hands are warm and soft but have some callousing at the fingers making his touches even more erotic. The slight roughness sends shivers to all the right places and sets my skin on fire. I lose control and start kissing him deeper; I writhe and grind against his tall frame.

Everything about him sends my body into instant arousal and clouds my mind with need. His tall and fit stature makes him tower over me, making me feel small and feminine. His sweet passionate lips and curious tongue have me imagining his kisses on other parts of my body. His calloused hands abrade my hyper-aroused skin and tell me that he’s not afraid to do some hard work.

Although I can’t see, his dick feels long and thick rubbing up against me; I could easily climax this way. If I just undid his pants I could free his heavy cock from its constraints and slide my panties to the side so he could fuck me nice and hard right here in the hallway.

That thought breaks through my lust filled brain and puts me back to reality. I slow our kissing and softly break away from his mouth. I can feel my lips starting to swell from the several minutes of heated kissing and his breathing is labored just as much as mine. I place my hands on each side of his face to make him look at me.

“Dean, I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow with you regretting us getting together. I want you to be clear headed when you make that choice.”

He exhales deeply and buries his face into my neck. He takes a deep breath of my skin and runs his nose along my neck. I naturally lean my head away to give him better access.

“I wouldn't regret it but fine, not tonight than. I can’t force you but just so you know, I am going to get into those wet panties of yours one day.”

I smile with my eyes at his arrogance; it’s such a turn on. He moves his hand in between us and cups my wet mound. He softly runs a finger up and down my slit making my clit pulse full of blood. He take his curious fingers that are now wet with my juices, places them in his mouth, and makes a deep sound of satisfaction.

“Dean…” I moan out half in pleasure, half in frustration.

He laughs and lets my legs down to the floor. I grasp at his shoulders to steady my jelly-like legs for a couple seconds. We walk in silence to my apartment and I notice that the alcohol seems to be leaving his system.

When we reach my door, it feels like that awkward good-bye of a first date. I unlock my door and bottom lip finds itself in-between my teeth.

“So have a goodnight…” I say with a sheepish smile and staring at the floor.

He kisses me on the cheek and his thumb pulls my entrapped lip from my biting teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he tells me.

“Why?” I ask.

He begins the short walk to his suite door and before he enters he looks towards me with his dark, masculine gaze.

“Have a goodnight, Aria,” is all he says.

I enter my place, and go straight to my bed. I flop down on the soft comforter not only exhausted but sexually frustrated.

It’s your own fault; you could have been fucking him right now. You have just tossed away your only chance to get with one of the sexiest men you know. Why does doing the right thing always feel so wrong? I place my hands over my face and groan in agitation.

The next morning, I wake feeling like crap from a short and disturbed slumber. Even though I was tired from work, I had a hard time falling asleep; my mind kept going over and over the events of the night.

I tried putting myself in an orgasm induced sleep by masturbating not only once but twice with my rabbit vibrator but no such luck. I glance at my clock, its 9:00 am; my first exam is in two hours. Better get moving, I groan to myself.

I’m about to leave and lock the door when I see a single red rose taped at its long stem to my door. A small white note card with a black embossed D. Williams is attached to the rose with white ribbon. I detach the flower from my door and read the card:

Thanks for last night.
P.S I will have you Aria
Dean x

My heart starts beating at a quicker pace and I can feel my stomach clench with anticipation. His hand writing is bold, neat, and slanted slightly. It’s a good reflection on his personality.

The note surprises me but at least I have a chance to fulfill one of my hottest fantasies; banging my sexy neighbor. After placing the rose on the island counter, I continue my commute to the college.

**1 week later**

A Cheshire-cat grin splits my face as I place the last period at the last sentence of my last exam of the year. I hand in my final and exit the large auditorium doors. Sure enough there’s Simon waiting for me.

I had told him what happened with Dean the next morning and since then he hasn't been acting like himself. He keeps asking me questions about Dean and he’s been glued to my side more than normal since then. I’m now regretting telling him; I wasn't even thinking about his over-protective big brother nature when I spilt my guts about Dean.

“Oh my god, I’m finally I done!” I say in a happy greeting while giving him a quick hug.

“I knew you’d get through it, Aria. You’re lucky you get to finish early; I don’t finish till next week,” he says with a pouting lip but beautiful smiling eyes. I chuckle at his easy-going playfulness.

“When you’re done your finals, we can celebrate getting by another year.”

He half embraces me by placing his arm over my shoulders and hugging me tight to his side. “That reminds me, you owe me a Call of Duty game-a-thon,” he says with raised eyebrows as if in question.

“For sure, the loser is buying the beers,” I tell him in a teasing manner.

He looks at his watch. “Man, I got to go. I have a study group meeting in five minutes. See you later.”

I wave my good-bye and start walking to the parking lot. I have a total sense of elation and there’s a certain hop in my walk with my new found academic freedom. Mmh, how am I going to celebrate tonight? As I’m driving back home I ponder on the thought.

When I exit off the elevator, I can already see another rose taped to my door. Every day for the past week Dean has been leaving a single red rose taped to my door with naughty and promising note cards. How he has done it for this long without me running into him is a mystery to me.

When I reach my place, I read the card attached to the rose.

My place tonight, 7:00 pm sharp.
No excuses this time Aria
Dean x


My heart starts pounding against my chest so hard I’m sure it’s jiggling my breasts. I take the rose down, enter my apartment and put the rose in the glass purple vase with the others that’s on the kitchen island.

I can’t seem to take any further action so I just stand there starting at the slowly growing bouquet. Holy shit! Tonight, it’s going to happen tonight. Well that’s one hell of a way to celebrate.

I place my hands against the counter top and push back until my head is between my outstretched arms. Closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths I calm and refocus myself. After giving myself a stern taking to, I have a renewed sense of confidence and excitement. I open my eyes and straighten my spine.

With new excitement and adrenaline working its way through my body I rush to my bedroom and open my lingerie drawer. Let’s see what I’ll be wearing tonight. I spot my newest purchase; a red plunge push-up bra with beautiful delicate black lace covering the bottom half of the cups working its way up to the top straps. This or I could wear no bra… I think in contemplation.

I go to my closet searching for something to wear. Ten minutes and two dresses later I've finally found the one; it’s a short black satin dress that has tiny spaghetti straps and no back. There’s gold threading in the hem and seam lines of the dress that sets the entire piece off.

No bra it is. I sort through my collection of high heel shoes and find the pair I was looking for; these 6-inch closed toe electric blue pumps are a favorite of mine, and the gold heel with spikes blends well with my dress while adding a bit of edginess to the outfit.

After a long and cleansing shower, I have now thoroughly scrubbed my body and denuded myself of all unwanted hair. I blow dry and straighten my shoulder length strawberry blond hair, and do my make-up soft and smoky. Ready for action.

I leave my apartment a few minutes before 7:00 pm and walk the short distance to his unit. I stand there alternating my weight from one foot to the other and biting my bottom lip in nervousness. Before I was confident but now standing in front of his door a minute from 7:00 o'clock, my stomach is in knots and my fast fluttering heart is sending blood racing through my veins.

I swallow down my anxiety and knock on his door right at the hour.