Unforgettable Pleasure

Chapter 3

I had to fight the laugh that was dying to escape at the awkward expression now on Dylan's face as he watched Evan's retreating form. As the kitchen door clicked closed he turned back to me.

"So that's your?"

"That's Evan. That's all you need to know." I shrugged.

I wasn't about to play the reassurance card with him. We don't owe each other anything it was just some fun. Simple as. Now it's time to get rid. He looked slightly taken aback for a moment before composing himself and giving a small chuckle.

"Okay, well I best get going. See you around I hope." He leant forwards and brushed his lips against my cheek before turning and leaving through the front door. Sighing I headed the other direction making my way to the kitchen.

"He's gone already?"

"Thankfully. "

Swinging the fridge door open I grabbed the carton of orange juice and a glass from the cupboard. Pouring a large glass, I settled on the bar stool by the counter as Evan threw a few slices of bread in the toaster. Once it was done, he placed some on a plate and skidded it across the counter towards me. The hot toast was welcoming to my still rumbling stomach.

"Could've sworn. I'd seen that one before," he said taking a seat at the kitchen table and taking a bite of toast.

"Yeah, I met him last week at the club and we hooked up." I shrugged. Evan raised his eyebrows in response.

"And you went back for seconds, that's unusual. Guy must be good."

"Wouldn't you like to know." I winked placing my plate in the sink.

Before I could say another thing, the sound of my phone ringing filled the room. Reaching over to the table, I groaned as I read the caller ID on display... Mom.

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I rifled through my wardrobe throwing an outfit together. My mom's words still ringing in my head.

"Family dinner."

To normal people that wouldn't be a big deal. But to me. Those two words were filled with all kinds of promise for an unpleasant evening. Knowing I would have to endure the usual interrogations and thinly veiled disapproving looks and comments from my parents. Evan had attempted to slip out while I was still on the phone, thinking he could escape. But to no such luck for him as my mother extended the invitation to his attendance too.

We'd spent the afternoon out and about enjoying what free time we had before it was time to go to the dreaded dinner. I heard a key turn in the door downstairs followed by Evans voice calling out from the hall.

"You ready? Or have you run away?"

"Still here, couldn't fit my suitcase through the window." I called back.

Shrugging off my robe, I picked up a pair of black skinny jeans and pulled them on. I had barely done them up when Evan appeared in the doorway. His eyes skimmed over me standing there in my bra and jeans for a moment.

"Damn Rox, you really pull that look off."

I'd known Evan for so long that I wasn't bothered by this kind of thing. We were friends and nothing more. Admittedly there was a time when it wasn't that simple. In fact we both were each other's first. We were so close it just seemed natural to take that step. He's always been a great guy and it's not like he's not attractive. For a little while we kept up a casual fling but it faded out as we started seeing other people. Luckily it never soured our friendship.

My parents encouraged us to be a couple for a while, hoping that he would be able to reign in my behaviour. They didn't realise he was just as bad as I was. Still to this day, they like Evan and find the fact that we are just friends hard to grasp.

I grabbed the simple purple cami top from where I left it on my bed and pulled it on over my head. It's delicate lace neckline sat low on my chest.

"Can you grab my jacket please?"

I inclined my head towards the black leather jacket hanging just inside the door as I picked up my black stiletto boots and slipped them on. Evan draped the jacket over the edge of the bed next to me. Standing back up, I pulled a necklace from my dressing table and hung it round my neck. Then put on my jacket, un-tucking my hair from under it and shaking it loose. Letting it fall into the natural wavy curls that it fell into without effort.

Evans outfit was simple, smart but casual. A pale blue shirt, no tie and a couple of buttons undone, paired with black jeans and black boots. His hair as usual was slightly unruly and messed up, as if he'd fun his fingers though it several times and he was sporting his rugged stubble. I gave him an approving nod as I swept past him and made my way downstairs.

"You're driving, I'm gonna need a drink." I called back over my shoulder as I reached the hall. Picking up my bag from the hall I pulled the front door open to see a cab parked outside.

"Way ahead of you love, there's no way I won't

be needing alcohol tonight." I laughed as he pulled the door closed behind him and we climbed into the taxi.