Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 17

"So how was work?" Xavier asked while flicking through sports channels.

"Which one?" I chuckle. 

"Well I know about your day at the golf course up here.." he eyed me, "John told me he saw you."  Ugh I f*****g can't with that guy. "What about the other course?"

I suddenly remembered all about Eric, and for some reason, I had a knot in my stomach. I didn't want to tell him, but I knew I had to.

"Funny story.." I begin and I tell him everything about Eric. Who he is, his awful ex girlfriend leaving him high and dry and how I am going to help him.

"Oh," Xavier looked a tad bit excited, "So does that mean I get you for John's wedding?" he smiled. Did he just ask me to be his date to a f*****g wedding? Suddenly I imagined us slow dancing while I am all dressed up, on the dance floor, under some dimmed lights, with a buzz on, and my heart fluttered, but there was one problem.

"I am bartending that wedding.." I moan, "Because I so would be your date." and I feel a knot in my stomach and throat. John's wedding was a month away, so who knows what will happen between Xavier and me. "If you want, you can bring another date." I try to sound hopeful, but if I have to bartend and watch him with another woman, I don't know how I would feel, but it's not good. 

Xavier looks at me, seriously, and then softens, "Well you can always go home with me," and he smirks. 

I feel a weight lift off my chest. Was I f*****g jealous? "Of course, I'll get you so drunk and then take advantage of you." I laugh.

"Sooo you'll be my DD?" he raised his eyebrows high and smiled. This man likes to drink.

"Yes." I nod. Better safe than sorry. 

"So," he smiles, "We will go together..." 

I chuckle at him, "I guess that's what it means..."

"I am sooo f*****g you before we leave." Xavier says, matter of factly, making a mental note to himself. "This Eric guy.."

I snap my head to look at him. What was he thinking? I try reading his expression, which could be either deep in thought or not happy, and I sat waiting for his next words.

"You two.." he's struggling to say what he is thinking, but I finish his sentence.

"We are friends, like brother and sister. That's it." I assure him. Xavier tries to conceal his smile and nods. "Is someone a little jealous?" I ask him.

Xavier snaps his head at me, and we lock eyes, I am not sure what I am feeling, but my emotions are swirling inside me. He has a serious face and I just want to kiss him. 

Then, Xavier smirks again, "I mean I am not sure how I feel about others getting those kinds of blowjobs." 

I let out a chuckle, "Eric isn't getting any kind of anything." I assure him. 

A deafening silence follows. I am so unsure about so much. What was happening? We don't do labels but did we just unofficially kind of commit to each other? What was going on?? It has been days. Days. 

"I like being around you." Xavier breaks the silence and my heart beats out of control. 

"I like being around you too," I reply awkwardly. No one is making eye contact, I try to focus on the tv. 

"I think I might like it better if I knew you weren't seeing other men." His voice is strong, but I catch a tiny quiver in it. He's out of his comfort zone. 

Yup. We were doing this. I don't even know what this is. I don't know if this is what should be happening. 

"Well I can be a one-man woman,"  I breathe heavily and turn to finally look at him. Xavier's green gems are fixed on me, "If I knew I was getting a one-woman man." Ball is in his court now.

"Ok" he nods confidently.

"Ok?" I ask, "I don't know, I heard you were quite a lady's man..." I chuckle. Xavier has quite a reputation, plus he's super hot so I can assume it must be easy for him to get what he wants.

"And I heard you're quite the 'man-izer'" Xavier smirks. A term I had been called because that is exactly what I do, use men.

"Touche" I reply and nod my head. "But once the girls come back, I won't even have the time, and you'll have all the time.." I reminded him. I was betting that once my daughters came home, everything would change.

"When is that?"

"Two weeks." 

"Hmm." he sat there, thinking for a moment, "Why don't you spend your time here for the next two weeks."

My heart began to beat wildly. 

"Excuse me?"

"I mean," he begins, "You said it yourself, this is the middle of all of your jobs," he begins logically, "And you work so much it's not like you'll be here a lot," he continues and I stare at him in amazement. 

"That must have been one hell of a blowjob," I laugh.

"I mean if I keep getting blowjobs like that, I may set you up in an apartment close by," he chuckles, but there is a slight seriousness. "I don't do the whole relationship thing very well," and suddenly he's close to me. He takes my face into his hands and his face is close to mine, "I just know" his eyes are searching mine. Suddenly we find ourselves in a super intimate moment, and I feel nervous but like this is exactly where I should be. "But I really like you being around me. You're not like any other woman I have ever met."

I try to lighten the mood, "Well, obviously," I smile.

He chuckles, "I really enjoy how you try to keep things light." Xavier sighs shaking his head, "What the f**k have you done to me?"

I laugh, "You know, divorce puts a lot of things in perspective," I sigh. Ain't that the f*****g truth.

"Are you friend's with your ex?" Xavier asks and his curiosity throws me off guard, but this isn't the first time I have gotten this question.

"Well I didn't divorce him because we got along.." I chuckle and he laughs as well.

"Fair enough," he nods. "What's your schedule like this week?"

I had to think for a second. These last two weeks I knew I had some days off as a little reward for busting my ass this summer. And by days off, I really mean like afternoons.

"Well, it changes a little these last two weeks," I begin, "I work Tuesday-Friday at the other course, during the day, Thursday night and Saturday morning at your course, Friday night at the cigar lounge and I actually took Saturday night and Sunday off this weekend."

I watch Xavier as his eyes go wide, "Saturday night and Sunday, huh?" he has a devious smile as he checks his phone. I watch him eagerly, nervous about what is about to transpire. "Looks like the weather will be perfect to take the boat out this weekend." he smiles

"How do you know I don't have plans already?" I ask him and he snaps his face to meet mine. f**k I was in so much trouble. This man was going to be my undoing.

"Do you have plans this weekend?" 

"No" I smile. Xavier smiles with me. 

"Well," he begins, "With that being said, I did get you something else... well a couple things..." he got up from his seat. God his ass looks soo good in his boxer briefs. He was good at spoiling me in nontraditional ways. I wouldn't say spoil, but this man was super considerate which made me want him more and more. Like where has he been??

He comes back with a little pink gift bag. I tilt my head, so curious, what could it be? He hands it to me, and as I look inside, I'm surprised, and Xavier begins to explain.

"I figured," he began, "if you're gonna be spending some time here, it may be easier to have some stuff here."

Inside the bag is a toothbrush, a hair brush, makeup wipes, body lotion, face lotion, body wash, a razor, good shampoo and conditioner. I am surprised at the brands and quality, like he knew his s**t.

I look up at him and he's watching me with an intensity. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special," I chuckle and give him a look like 'how did you know what to get?' Did he have an ex who used these brands? 

"I mean, my assistant grabbed this stuff, I just told her I had a friend who was staying with me and I wanted to make her feel comfortable." He tries to sound so nonchalant. 

I didn't have the heart to tell him I have all this stuff in my van, just in case, instead I smile, "this is really thoughtful, Thank you."

And I yawned. Suddenly, my eyes felt heavy.

"Let's go to bed," Xavier smiled. We both got up and cleaned up our mess and headed into the room. It was so unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. I haven't "gone to bed" with someone like this since my exhusband. 

Laying there, in his giant king bed, listening to the water out the window, the sounds of nature, I was slipping.

Slipping into some deep sleep, but also slipping into some feelings.

"Good night," he murmured, kissing my bare shoulder and rolling over. Within moments he was asleep. 

How was I ever going to tell him this was not going to last.