Miles response was seamless. I was almost disappointed that he didn't stutter and stammer over my proposition like I thought he would. I mean, it was such a bold move from my perspective. But an easy smile touched his lips and he nodded head before asking for his bill. I took a swig to finish off my latest drink then meandered over to Bella who was switching partners and watching me closely.

When I told her what was going on she raised her eyebrows, not caring that a new song had started and her new partner had abandoned her in favor of someone who had too much to drink and couldn't even stand up straight. Seeing that made guilt hit me. This was supposed to be her time and I had made it about me again.

"Are you sure it's safe? How much have you had to drink?

"I've only had a few." I said, "He was been an absolute gentleman so far and if things go wrong I have a system to get out of it. between the pepper spray and the self-defense classes I will be fine. How about you and I meet up first thing tomorrow morning?"

"Okay." She agreed, still chewing on her lower lip.

"Are you going to be okay getting home?"

"Yeah, I haven't had anything to drink and all of these guys are getting too drunk. If I want to keep my toes attached to my feet I think it would be best if I went home too." She agreed, then she pulled me in for a tight hug, "If you aren't at our coffee shop by eight thirty tomorrow morning I'm calling the cops, okay?"

"Yes, yes." I laughed, "You worry too much."

"Be safe." Was her only response.

Miles waited patiently through the whole encounter. He stood near the door with his hands in his pockets, far out of hearing range and chatted with someone that I assumed was one of the co-workers he was trying to impress. Even then his smile was light and his expression approachable. Yes, if I was going to go home with anyone in this bar it would be him.

"Ready?" he asked as I dawdled over to him, my backpack slung over my shoulder.

I just gave him a quick nod and we were off.

"There's a taxi." I announced when we were outside. My hand grabbed his on impulse and through the drunkenness I was highly aware that this was the first time we had touched. It seemed so backwards that I had offered sex before I had even known how his hand would feel in mine.

But instead of allowing me to pull him along he tugged me back. Gentle but unyielding.

"This way." He correct, leading me towards a sleek grey car instead.

I snorted when I looked at the darkly tinted windows and gleaming rims. Then I completely balked when a man in a suit stepped out of the car and opened the back passenger door. Oh, this was definitely out of my price range.

"I'm a college student, I can't afford that." I argued, trying to turn towards the little yellow taxi again.

Miles just laughed and continued on his way, pulling me along, "You aren't paying, Nike."

"Jesus, how good was your promotion?" I muttered.

Another hearty chuckled poured out of him with ease and then he helped me into the car after whispering something to the driver.

As I sat in the back seat I nearly backpedaled and reeled out of the car and I would've if it didn't suck me in. The leather beneath me was quilted and so buttery soft that it was impossible not to melt into it. The tint on the windows was so dark that I knew those outside couldn't see me and it made me feel very exclusive. And there was a thousand buttons for me to push, most of them pertaining to my comfort. I didn't touch any; I just stared at them in wonder, trying to decipher their symbols. This was the kind of car my parents would finance for the rest of their lives just so they could say they owned it.

After Miles settled beside me the driver moved back into position behind the steering wheel and I cautiously gave the information required to get to my apartment.

As we drove Miles stayed quiet. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, or maybe it was and in my drunken state I didn't notice it. Either way I was content to keep my mouth shut. The only coherent thought that was fliting to my mind pertained to the fact that this would be the nicest car to ever grace my apartment complex parking lot. And when we arrived people certainly stared which made my cheeks flame. God only knows that they thought.

"Thank you." I murmured to the driver, then slid out of the car after Miles.

As we walked to my apartment I was struck with a strong sense of insecurity. I wasn't a car enthusiast by any stretch of the imagination but I knew an expensive car when I saw one. All those options, all those buttons, the quality of the leather, the purr of the engine as it accelerated, that didn't come cheap.

In comparison my apartment complex was dingy and run down. I had been proud of my apartment at one point, just happy to live on my own. Now, thinking of the confident way Miles spoke and the expensive drinks he had continued to purchase for me I awkwardly kicked off my shoes and entered my tiny kitchen. Though, to be fair, there was almost no difference between the entrance and the kitchen as the space was too small. There I hoisted myself up to sit on the counter. And seeing that tailored suit among the mismatched appliances I cringed.

"What are you taking in college?" he asked, coming closer. His eyes were on me and not the cheap finishes that suddenly seemed so obvious.

"Legal Assistant."

"Interesting, what made you want to get into that?" he wondered, now stepping between my legs.

Though this was exactly where I didn't want the conversation to go I could help but gasp when his large hands settled on my thighs.

"Personal reasons." I managed.

"Fair enough," he leaned in, his lips only inches from mine and I shifted backwards, "Are you sure this is what you want? We can still just have coffee. Hell, I'd settle for a glass of room temperature water if that's what you wanted."

I could already picture us folded up on the couch together. The TV would be on but neither of us would be watching it anyway. We would laugh at the foolish things the other said. I would ask him about his work. He would ask me about my college education again, more specifically why I was taking such a course with the alcohol I might let my brother's name dribble out of my mouth. He would jerk away in horror, then excuse himself with a suddenness that would make my aching heart bleed. It had been so long since I had let anyone new this close to me and I was terrified of the rejection that could come from it.

"This is what I want." I decided aloud. Then I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.

My kiss was rough and unrefined. He was subtle and light. I was trying to be bold and brazen in an effort to overcome the racing thoughts that filled my mind. He was confident and even, prepared for my roughness and meeting it with ease. And after only a few seconds my resistance and aggression fell away. He was kind and giving and he tasted so lovely. There was a pinch of alcohol on his breath and the warmth of cinnamon.

My fingers worked his tie loose then progressed to the button of his dress shirt.

"Where's the bedroom?" he panted.

I just kissed him again. But apparently my mouth wasn't enough to distract him. He pulled away again, grabbed my hips and slid me off the counter. Then his eyes landed on the one of two doors that didn't obviously lead to the washroom where there was the subtle sound of moving water. I hoped he equated it to a leaking faucet. Without a word he pulled me along just like he had with the car.

And if I was embarrassed by my kitchen I was mortified by my bedroom. Clothes flung everywhere, textbooks lying around haphazardly, and my collection of DVDs was splayed across my desk. The whole thing was budget friendly, messy and screamed college student.

And Miles, even with his shirt half buttoned and his tie loosened, was mature and stable.

He didn't seem to be a concern with the mess though.

"Condoms?" he whispered.

"I think there's one in the top drawer." I said, pointing to my night stand.

Then it was like the flood gates had finally cracked. The reality of what we were doing set in and a need filled me. One that had been neglected for a very long time. While he kicked off his dress pants and briefs I was yanking off my hoodie and jeans. I clearly hadn't been thinking that the night would turn out like this because my black bra offered tons of support for bumpy rides and was too sensible for lace or satin. My panties were no different. Though it was always anxiety inducing to be naked in front of someone new it was a relief to get the underwhelming garments off my body. And by the time I had gotten fully undressed he was ready.

As I lay on my back on my bed with my arms folded over my breasts Miles slowly entered me.

My mouth opened in a silent moan as he pressed into me, inch by inch. So steady and so unhurried. The hands that were shielding my breasts from his view fell away as I looked at his bare chest and arms. Smooth, lean, and defined.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I just nodded, words not existing in my mind anymore.

With my willingness confirmed he lost a portion of his gentleness. His hands were on my hips, sliding over my waist, gripping my shoulders. Whatever he could do to get deeper, faster. And I laid beneath him mewing at each thrust. My hips lifted and rolled on their own accord and when I did something just so perfectly he would let me know by groaning in my ear of gripping my hair. Through my drunken stupor I couldn't remember everything, but I did remember the goose bumps that rose on my skin when he muttered my name. I could also easily recall how quickly I hit my edge, trembling and panting long before I expected it. No man had ever achieved my climax so early on and I was speechless.

But Miles wasn't done with me. At some point he had lifted my legs upward, letting my calves rest on his shoulders. I could feel every inch of him. The angle was ecstasy and I told him over and over again that he couldn't stop. This time when my legs quivered I felt his body tense and jerk.

"Christ." Miles said breathlessly once the condom was thrown in the waste basket. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he lay down beside me.

I just let out a soft hum in response and closed my eyes as sleep drew nearer. I knew I should've kicked him out then but I didn't have it in me.

***I tried to write a completely different female main character, tell me how I did. Also what do you think is in the bathroom? I bet you won't guess it. Next chapter at 5 votes, I have great faith in you guys already!***