Chapter 5....Zero Privacy
So I've been living at Dawson's for about a month now, and you know what I've come to find out?
Zero Privacy.
It's like I'm on the job twenty-four hours out of a day. It unnerves me. My muscles are so tensed I feel twisted up tighter than a cork screw. That's why I decided to take a nice, long, hot shower to drive away the tension. The hot water felt amazing against my skin. I wanted to just stay in the shower forever, letting the water wash away all of my worries. As I washed my hair I started to hum, slowly relaxing.
"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars," I sang. Now I wasn't the best singer, but I wasn't bad either. I won a few karaoke contests at the local bar in college.
"You're a Bublé fan?"
I jumped when I heard a very familiar male voice that had grown to annoy me. Why the hell was he in the bathroom with me? He obviously knew I was in the shower.
Did I mention I was a Klutz?
"Do you even know the definition of privacy? I asked covering myself the best way I could. He had glass doors on the shower instead of a curtain. At first I had found the doors made the shower look luxurious, now I just found them irritating.
"Not really," he said as he sat down. Yes he sat down on the toilet like he wasn't leaving. Like he just came in the bathroom to chat.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped.
"Oh I'm just enjoying the show," he teased smirking.
"Get out!" I yelled and in the middle of my temper-tantrum I slipped on the soap.
So here I am in a towel letting Dawson exam the gash on my knee. I hurt really bad. I tried to blow on it but it just made it worse.
"Don't touch it!" I hissed slapping his hand away from my knee. It felt like my knee was on fire. The more I looked at it the hotter the fire got.
"I'm not going to touch it I'm just looking at it," he sighed. "Stop fidgeting, will you."
"But it really hurts!" I whined. Yes I am acting like one of my second graders, and I really don't care. You know why, cause I'm in pain that's why. There was blood oozing out of my knee. I also get very light headed at the sight of blood.
"Oh my goodness you're such a baby," he teased. "As much as I'd hate to say it, get dressed, I'm going to have to drive you to the hospital to stitch your knee up."
"Oh heck no!" I cried. "I don't do stitches!"
"You have two seconds to put on some clothes, before I throw your butt over my shoulder and take you the way you are," he barked. I knew right then and there he was serious.
Shit. It was kinda hot.
Let me set the record straight I am a scaredy cat when it comes to needles, shots, and stitches. I'm such a scaredy cat that Dawson had to give me a shot so he could stitch up my knee. The shot made me feel really weird, but I no longer felt the pain in my knee. I really only felt pressure as I watched him stitch me up. I was amazed at how neat his stitches were.
By the time we were driving back to his place the drugs had really kicked in. I had the window rolled down letting the wind fit my face. It felt amazing. I almost fell out and that's when Dawson pulled me back into the car.
I looked over at Dawson and he looked so sexy. His hair was kinda disheveled, and wild looking. Kinda like he had just had really intense sex, or a really hot make out session. "Did you know I've never had the sex before?" I squeaked putting my hand on his thigh. "I've heard it hurts like hell the first time, but then it's very rewarding." I looked at Dawson and he had the strangest look on his face. Did I just say that out loud?
"Is that so? Would you like to find out?" he questioned playing along. I didn't like his tone. It sounded like he was making fun of me.
"I would, but I wouldn't want to catch anything," I sighed sitting back in my seat. I hoped that wounded his ego.
"And what is that suppose to mean," he asked pretending to be insulted. I just looked at him. I knew his was your typical pretty boy, I was sure he has had his share of partners. "I'm a doctor trust me, when I say I make sure I'm protected and clean."
"Uh huh that's what they all say, Bucko!" I laughed tapping him on his chest. He tensed when he realized my hand was still on his thigh. I don't know why but I was curious how he would react if I ran my hand up and down it. So I did. I was watching him for any type of reaction.
"Sweetie, just a small suggestion, but I'd stop caressing my thigh if I were you. I mean unless you want me to pull over and take you right here and now," he stated through clenched teeth.
That made me laugh. His threat didn't scare me at all in fact it made me want to start tempting him more by moving farther up his thigh. I noticed his pelvic region start to form a bulge.
"Uh oh, there it is!" I laughed. Dawson looked like he was in pain. "You're so big!" He really was. I'd never witnessed a bulge like that before. I was kinda memorized. I think I shocked him with my comment because I heard him laughing.
"Yes, are you happy now? I'm going to have a serve case of.."
I just kept looking at him curious what he was going to say next. But he never finished his sentence. Instead he parked the car, and threw me over his shoulder and headed straight for the bedroom. I couldn't stop giggling. Teasing Dawson was so much fun!
He tossed me on the bed and I giggled even more. I decided to take it up a notch. I looked at him completely serious trying to channel my most inner sexy. I threw off my tank top, and slowly slipped off my shorts. All I was left in was my underwear, and I just smirked at him. I didn't want it to go any further I just wanted to see if he was true to his word...
"Danielle, I think you need to just lay down and try to sleep. People can have adverse side effects to certain medications," Dawson stated. The fact that he was being so kind was a turn on. Maybe there was a decent human being buried deep inside that rough exterior of his. I didn't know if it was the drugs talking or my hormones but I decided I wanted to be brave. I started to undo my bra, and slide it off of my shoulders. I then threw it to the other side of the room. Dawson's face turned bright pink, and then he abruptly turned on his heels and left the room.
New tally. Dawson 1. Danielle 2.
I woke up the next morning with a throbbing knee and head. I felt like I had a hangover, and I haven't had one since college. I scrambled out of bed and found myself completely naked.
He wouldn't!
I threw on some clothes and went searching for the prick. I found him asleep on the couch in a pair of boxers. Sadly he had a nice body, just like I thought. He was really tall and lean. His abs looked so sexy, made me just want to rub my hands over them.
Snap out of it!
"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head," I said shaking him. He just groaned.
"Leave me alone tease!" He spat. What the hell did that mean? I'm not a tease.
"Did we have sex last night?" I asked. I was seriously worried. No offense to Dawson, but I really didn't want to lose my v-card to him. He didn't deserve it.
"If we had sex last night do you think I would be sleeping on the couch?" He spat finally looking me in the eye. Satisfied with his answer I walked into the kitchen to make my breakfast. He quickly followed.
"What are you doing?" He asked. He was looking at me like I had grown an extra limb.
"I'm making pancakes, want some?" I asked smiling. What did he really rely on his hired help 24/7?
"I have a house keeper who does that," he stated arms crossed over his shoulders.
"I'm capable of making my own breakfast thank you very much," I replied.
When I finished preparing my breakfast he just sat at the table watching me, while he drank his coffee. It really bugged me. I didn't like to be stared at.
"Is there something on my face?" I asked annoyed.
"No, it's just uncanny, you acted so different last night," he laughed.
"Would you like to enlighten me on how I acted differently?" I asked. It really bugged me that he had memories of last, and I didn't. It was like listening to two radio stations at once, a lot of noise but nothing was really clear.
"You wouldn't believe me," he stated. That made me blush, and I no longer wanted to know the answer. Just then his cellphone rang. Someone was yelling on the other end. The woman didn't sound pleased at all. "Okay mother, we'll see you at lunch."
"I'm meeting your mother today?" I asked kinda hoping I was wrong.
"Beautiful and smart, who would have ever guessed," he stated. I was almost wooed by his compliment. "All this time I thought you were a pretty face with big jugs. Size D I believe."
"How in the world do you know that?" I asked in horror. Did he undress me last night?
"Like I said you wouldn't believe me," he laughed and went to get his shower. "We have to leave by ten, so I suggest you hurry."
I looked at my watch. Crap it was 9:30.
"We could take a shower together you know, save some time," he teased.
"In your dreams," I said heading for the guest bathroom.