The Accountant

Beau

Damn! Another worthless weekend. She had been gracing bars for a fortnight and still nothing. No tingles. No sparks. No instant attraction. It was either the man was gay or he was an asshole. Or both.

Being a twenty-three-year-old, almost, hermit virgin was quite frustrating. All she wanted was a man she was attracted to, to help rid her off of the thin membrane in her pussy. Her cherry. She frowned. She sounded like a college slut chick. But really. Was it too much to ask? Most girls lose it at prom night these days.

She was not that pretty and she was not that ugly either. For her sins, she was a bit choosy. Well, who wouldn't want a hot hunk to ride?

And of course, she was not stupid. Far from it. She had no ambition to be raped by a random guy or a psycho lurking in every part of San Francisco. Nor does she wanted to meet someone from a social media platform. And discover a grandpa pretending to be Liam Hemsworth. It may or may not have happened once. She shuddered at the memory. Not a good one.

She wanted it in her own terms. That was the main reason she was here, window shopping. Getting the feel of the place, so to speak.

The new establishment she had decided to visit this fine Saturday evening was posh. Clearly, all the elite and famous had opted to converge on the same venue. This looked promising. She hoped.

She knew she was attractive and on her best days, passable pretty. Tonight, she even felt beautiful in her Versace gray-silver dress. Specifically purchased to attract the opposite sex. It accentuated her round bust, tiny waist, flat midriff, and long tan legs. All the necessary bait.

Way back in uni, she tried to do it with a college jock. The guy was buff and handsome. Although she felt nothing for him, she had convinced herself to just go for the heck of it. She did and didn't chicken out.

With her eyes counting the luminous stickers in her dorm ceiling, the jock in between her legs trying to put on a condom on his average dick, she waited. And waited. Then nothing.

When she looked down, he was done, coming in the rubber. She kicked him out from her room, disgusted more with herself than him. The next day, it was all over the campus and she was celebrated as a frigid nerdy bitch. She never attempted to try the humiliating experience again.

She had better things to do. Which she did.

In under three years, she finished her degree before she reached twenty. She had never been more proud of herself. Practicing freelance employment was the name of the game. She was her own boss and she owned her time. All she had to do was meet deadlines and that was it. Until a few weeks ago.

At twenty-three, single and alone made her lonely. Perhaps. Maybe. She can have a child of her own. No, she was not interested in relationships and picket fences. Just the baby. Why not?

She had lots of money and she owned a picturesque cottage. Even though she grew up almost alone, she knew she could be a great mother. I think!

a man, but again, why not? Men had

a sperm donor. And she desperately needed to experience a mind-blowing orgasm she had only read in novels. She

interior. Nothing. Sighing heavily, she turned her attention to the cute

had been flirting on and off

martini, please." She hardly drank but she needed courage. Not with the bartender, with whoever will catch her fancy

was mutual, she turned her scrutiny to

come hither looks. Some grinding on the dance floor. Some have chosen partners for the evening.

entrance. Her jaw dropped and she blinked. Hot damn! He looked like a god.

tailored suit fitted his perfect physique, molding his thighs, his tapered abdomen to his wide chest and broad shoulders. Her widened eyes reached his chiseled jaw, well-defined nose, and sharp gaze, she

and it was just the two of them. His dark gray orbs had a hard glint in them. His

and he doesn't want her. What the hell! Life was so unfair. Who was she kidding? The Adonis can have any woman he wanted. Men like him only had to crook his finger and women will come to him crawling on their

go home. It was a stupid stupid idea anyway. She wasted two weekends

attraction she felt

floor instead, near the exit

indulged. Eyes closed, hips swaying. His face kept

avoid looking at him again. It was useless. She really wanted that man. Seriously. There was a throbbing need inside of her she

and she had made up her mind to go home. She gasped audibly when her back was pulled to a harder frame, strong hands surrounded her swaying hips guiding her rhythm. Her whole body stiffened, she was about to give him a piece of her mind. Nobody touches her

dancing

heated skin. Oh, God! It's him. She knew it was him. She didn't have to turn her head to look at him. She had no idea why but she was sure. "Hmm..cat got your

was her only chance to get laid. To him, no less.

above her tail bone. She responded by gyrating her hips. He cursed something in a foreign language, then he groaned. Good. He was affected as

gruff with arousal. To give them a bit of privacy, he pulled her deeper into a dark corner. She faced him this time. With no

wanted because he cupped her ass in his hands to pull her up, molding their bodies before crushing his lips to hers with hunger. He swallowed her moan, plunging his tongue deep. Exploring her taste. She savored him as well. Sucking his

both had to separate to breathe. Both panting heavily, chest heaving, her breasts riding below his hard chest, still glued together, no plans to separate

want you." Her voice was a whisper but

private. He shook his head. Did he change his mind? He must have seen the disappointment