WICKED GAME - BOOK 1

A young, wavy blonde-haired woman stood on her bedroom hard-wood floor as she slipped on a deep red halter dress overhead. She brushed her hands gently, smoothing the dress down her ribs, waist, to thighs. The clothing fitted snugly onto her slim body with a dip V-cut ending four inches below her breasts.

She then proceeded to opening her top drawer and got out a black lacy thong.With golden strappy stilettos on, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, passed her hands once again on her waist and to her butt and smiled. She liked what she saw.

Her concentration was broken by three hard knocks on the apartment door. The alarm clock on her bedside table showed 9:02pm. She grabbed her purse off the bed, and slipped on her black coat while she rushed to the door. She opened it and discovered a young man her age awaiting her.

And what a looker he was! He stood 5'10" tall, dark hair and honey-colored eyes. By the looks of things he loved what he saw. He scanned her from head to toe, then head again, stealing a few seconds to stare at her breasts. He too wore a dark trench coat, and underneath black shirt and jeans.The young fellow’s intense-looking eyes dug hard and sensually into hers.

“Hi,” She grinned.

“Hi,” He replied.

She was still standing in the apartment doorway when he took one step forward and kissed her. She accepted of course. It was a warm, gentle slightly wet never-ending kiss. She didn’t mind, and he loved the fact that she didn’t mind.

But then his affection took another step as his kisses became stronger. He felt her neck and slowly glided down to her shoulders and arm and brushing of her coat in the process. The woman reluctantly pulled away and laid her hand on his chest.

“Michael we have to go,” she softly announced.

His eyes were on her lips as he stole another kiss, “Go where?”

He took another step towards her and she took one step back. “The gang’s waiting on us,”

“Let them wait,” He quickly replied whilst holding the doorway beams.

“Michael,”

“Anna,” he mocked. Michael smiled at her. “Can I have just a piece of you before we leave?”

She came into his embrace. “Would you like a piece of me now…” she whispered whilst pressing unto him. “or all of me later?”

His fingers trailed up the side of her left thigh, lifting her dress as they made their way even higher.His eyes dropped to her cleavage. “Why can’t I have both?”

Anna stopped his hands from going any further.She gently pushed him out the door, stepped out of the apartment and locked the door.She hastily gave him a peck on the cheek and walked down the hallway backwards. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Yeah?” he said sarcastically whilst following her. “That saying continues you know,”

Michael parked his silver Jaguar XJ 2010 twenty-five minutes later in front one of the most popular restaurants in the city. The two got out and handed the valet his keys. Holding each other’s hand, they both joined their friends - two guys and two girls at a table.

“Oh they’re here!” one of the girls exclaimed. “Here’s the birthday girl!” She stood and hugged Anna and kissed her on the cheek.

One of the guys sighed. “Thank God, I’m starving.”

His girlfriend shoved her elbow into his ribs, “God, Sean, can you just hold it in for just one second!I swear, you just can’t be out in public.”

They all hugged and kissed Anna, then settled down with a bottle of champagne. Jenny, Sean’s girlfriend spoke first. “I’d like to make a toast to a wonderful person. You’re a great friend.People like you don’t come along every day.We are very happy to have you in our lives. Happy Birthday.”

Anna couldn’t help but to grin. “Thanks you guys.”

“Cheers,” they all announced, knocked glasses together and sipped.

The other guy, Taylor spoke, “I’d also like to make a toast. To us! We worked our asses off the past couple of years and our graduation this afternoon proved that. It wasn’t an easy road, personally I can tell you I thought this would never end, but it did. Wish all of us here much success in life and no matter what, may we always keep in touch.”

They all knocked glasses again. “Got that right,” Rachel responded.

An hour went by. They were eating, laughing and talking and having a good time, telling jokes and insulting one another.