s*x with a Vampire

How time flies

It's been two years since I've been working at Mega Inc. It hasn't always been easy but I do love my job.

Since then Matt has left but we have yet to promote or hire any one for the senior position. We manage our work and deadlines quite fine but with the growth of the company and our future projects, we may need someone again soon.

I'm outside under a gazebo eating lunch when someone walks up to me. I look up and immediately curse under my breath.

It's a guy from the design department whose name I don't bother remembering. From ever since I was made permanent a year and a half ago, he has been pursuing me nonstop. I keep telling him I'm not interested but he doesn't leave me alone.

"What lovely weather we're having, " he says as he sits a little too close to me on the bench. I instantly scoot further to the edge and ignore him.

What lies he tells. The sun is out but I can't feel any heat. There is also a lot of clouds in the sky. It might as well be overcast.

Even after two years, I still hate the weather. Its unpredictable and it's always cold. Thankfully inside my office is always warm.

He realises I'm not going to respond to him. At first, I was nice to him. I would be polite and let him off easy. Until he decided to cross the line and touch my ass.

I was leaving the department one day after my probationary period had ended and he brushed past me, also trying to leave. I felt his hand on my ass but I couldn't prove anything. I know he did it on purpose. He could have waited until I walked through the opening first but he didn't.

I didn't tell anyone or make any complaints because I had no proof, but I knew. He seems to think he has a foot in the door now because of it but I have refused to speak to him about anything other than work.

He tries to move closer to me. I grab my lunch and get up. If he thinks I'll ever allow him to get with me, he's surely mistaken. He's not getting any of this milk chocolate.

I get back to my desk and get back to work. We've been commissioned to make a web application for a real estate company. It will have features where persons can find a real estate agent based on their past experience and ratings. They'll be able to upload their property documents on the site to quickly offer it for sale. There is also another section for persons to buy these properties and apply for mortgage loans.

It's a lot of work but I'm enjoying it as I'm learning about the housing market and the process. My sister is planning to get married next year and I would like to move out soon to give them their space.

I know she doesn't want me to move but I would feel better. My only issue is I know I wouldn't be able to find a home near hers. I'm not in the Navy or have anyone in the Navy except her, so I won't be eligible to get a home near hers. If I'm lucky, I may be able to get a place a few blocks away.

The day goes by in a blur of code. I commit the work I did for the day and push it to bitbucket. I close the last task I did on Jira.

It's a Friday and my sister and I are planning to go to the club. I don't have work tomorrow so I'm going to turn up and get white girl wasted.

I pack my laptop away in my bag and swing it over my shoulder. "I am off my peoples." I smile and wave to everyone.

"Wait up Indian, " I hear Harvey say. After our initial meeting, he got used to me. Maybe it was because I stood up to him and corrected him whenever he made a mistake. He didn't like it at first but when he noticed I had a wit about me like he did, we made a truce.

Don't get me wrong, I still don't like him... But I don't hate him. He calls me Indian. One, because I'm always hustling to get things done and two, because, in the Caribbean, we're referred to as West Indians.

"What you want?" I say as he catches up to me. I look him over in his plain white tee and jeans. He has these deep Hazel eyes and perfect smile. If he wasn't such a jerk, maybe I would like him that way. I only see him as an annoying big brother now.

"Garth and I are going out tonight, you in?" he says as he press the button for the elevator.

"I have plans with my sis." I enter the elevator and turn to face the door.

Just then Garth comes running to catch it. I feel tempted to close the door but Harvey holds it open for him. "You should have let it close."

Harvey laughs and Garth looks hurt. He knows I'm joking. These two idiots have become two of my closest confidants here at work. They're very helpful when they're not annoying me.

Gary was like the father figure and Joseph, or Joe as he prefers to be called, is like the uncle we only see at family gatherings.

Bertram is a weird one. Except for work, he doesn't really say much. He laughs with us but that's at work. Outside of work gatherings, he's a no-show. I call him the weird cousin that lives with us.

He's not all that bad though. He is helpful and we sometimes talk about our obsession with hiking. He shows me pictures of places he has visited and places he has hiked. He even offered to take me to one of them if I wanted. On his last trip, he got me a souvenir that I keep on my desk. It's a tiny Pisa tower souvenir from his last vacation to Italy. Best believe he climbed it.

"I can't hang tonight guys. I'm going clubbing with my sis." I say looking at my phone. "Can't be your wing woman tonight guys."

"Come on mate, we can just go with you guys." Garth says hugging me. I give him a side eye and he tousles my hair. I smack his hand away and we square up to fight.

"Relax children." Harvey intervenes. He comes between us and escorts us out of the elevator. We all clock out and I don't miss the shy smile and lip bite that the receptionist gives Garth.

I smile to myself. He is so damn oblivious. Garth has a slight muscular built. He does judo and goes to the gym as well. You'll barely ever notice his physique because he dresses in loose clothing but today he is wearing a fitted button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. He has on black trousers that hang low on his hip. He has these mesmerising green eyes and cute dimples.

He's not so bad but Harvey is a bad influence on him. I have thought about what it would be like to date him. I like it when he plays with my hair. He tells me it's fluffy and soft. I usually wear my hair in mini twists but on occasions I do wear a twist out. He likes to play with it and see it bounce back.

The first time I wore it out, he pulled on a strand and my hair stretched to my mid back. When he let it go, it bounced all the way back up to my shoulders. He was so stunned that it could do that. Now he plays in my hair every chance he gets. I don't mind it though. He knows when to not mess it up.

I shake myself out of my day dream. I should set him up with the receptionist. Her name is Cathy and she enjoys long walks, travelling and romance movies. I know this from the little interactions we have had whenever we take our lunch breaks at the same time.

The receptionists don't get to move around a lot, so it's hard to chit chat with them during work hours.

Besides her, there is Karen, the one I met on my first day. I still somewhat avoid her. She's a grumpy young woman. You would have thought with the way she spoke that she was much older than her actual age.

The company gossip, not that I subscribe to it, is that she was in love with the CEO before he got his position. He's married now, leaving her as just a fling. She refuses to quit though. I'm not sure if to feel sorry for her or applaud her tenacity.

Davie is the third receptionist. I don't know much about her. She's polite whenever we speak. I adore her tattoos and her spiky pixie cut. She's like a professional rebel.

The guys are waiting with me outside for a taxi. Normally I would walk or they would offer me a ride to the wharf but they had things to do in the opposite direction and didn't want to be caught in traffic. I wave down a taxi when I see one. I tell the guys to text me their plans and I'll let them know if I'll be joining them. I just really want to dance tonight. I need a break.

I get home to meet my sister on the couch sipping on some WKD blue. That was her favourite drink. I grab one from the fridge and start undressing.

"So what's the plan for the night?" I ask with the bottle close to my lips. I take a swig and rest it a coaster on the table next to me.

My big sister is similar to our mother. She's a neat freak and likes her place clean and to be a certain way. So no wet stains on her table.

She smiles and sits up. "I have three places in mind that we can go. I have a taxi coming to pick us up at 9, so be dressed by then."

She puts on some music and I know our pregame has begun. We're laughing and dancing, chatting away.

When it's time to get ready we both race to the bathroom but she gets there before me and sticks her tongue out at me. I show her my middle finger and she laughs and closes the door.

I get my outfit ready. I plan to wear a fine strap dress with a low cut showing off my cleavage. The top half of the dress is a radiant purple gradient with tiny folds across the bust area. Below it is a black band just below the bust area then the dress flares out to my upper thigh. It's sparkly but not overly done.

I have my heels that zip up in the back and a small purse to go across my body. I put some twists in my hair and blow dry to have them set. I know by the end of the night my hair will be one big puff, so I put a scrunchie in my purse.

When my sister gets out the shower, I hop in. The warm rush of the water instantly puts me in a good mood. Or maybe it was the WKD blue, not sure. I do my business, shave and rinse off.

I hop out and get myself ready. My sister comes in when I'm nearly finish. She's also wearing a dress but it's strapless. Like me, the top half is gold and sparkly and the bottom is just plain black. She also has on an open toe high heel boots. She's wearing a curly weave that she flips to one side, her Hazel contact lenses and red lipstick. I am awestruck.

"Yes, Queen." I snap my fingers in a circle. Her look is on point. We are definitely turning up tonight.

She looks at me and nods her approval. She would have instantly sent me to change if she didn't approve. I feel great. My hair is voluminous and curl to perfection, my lips are a deep purple and my slanted eyes are further accentuated by my winged eyeliner. I'm ready.

The taxi announces its arrival and we lock up and head out. I still have yet to learn other places so I'm unsure of where we are. I'm pretty sure we may be driving to Portsmouth.

I enjoy the ride with my sister. We talk about our sister back home. We had texted her that we were going clubbing, sending her pictures of us. She responded not so pleasantly. It has been about 5 years since we were all in the same country. I wish she was here also. This was something we used to do together. Though back then, we didn't stay out too late as I was barely legal. We all love to dance.

I'm not sure where we are when the taxi stops. We're in a street and I believe I see a few clubs lining it. I see people standing outside smoking and drinking. My sister leads us to our first destination. We get in without a hitch.

Inside is one open space with a DJ at the front corner. We go get drinks and find a spot to stand. The area is moderately packed. I can walk with no trouble but there is still a good bit of people on the floor.

I jig along behind my sister listening to the smooth lyrics of Usher. Next the DJ plays a Neyo. I laugh. I think the DJ is trying to seduce some people.

We stop at a tall table next to a column. We place our drinks and purse on it and stand around feeling the music. After a while the tempo changes and more people start coming in. I guess they were the ones outside smoking.

The DJ starts playing dance hall and the Caribbean in me comes out strong. My sister and I are wining without a care. I can feel people staring at us.

Some girls even come over to us and start dancing as well. We now have a small group of girls seductively dancing on each other. Before long the place is jampack and I need air.

"Hey Shay," I tap my sister to get her attention. "I need some air." I tell her. She nods and I maneuver the crowd to get outside.

The air is cold and feels good going up my nostrils. Though outside is a lot less hot and stuffy, the air is filled with cigarette smoke. I walk a ways up from the club to get away from the smoke. I'm enjoying the clean air when someone catches my attention.

He staring at me with curiosity. He's not smiling. He's halfway in the shadow of a building across the street. He's not alone but he doesn't seen interested in the crowd he's with.

I look around me trying to feign ignorance. Even from across the street I can tell how sexy he is. His jet black hair is slick back but a few strands are framing his face. His jaw is taunt and clenched. He has grey eyes. At least they look grey from here. He has this mysterious allure about him. I feel my stomach do backflips.

I look back across the street to see if he is still looking at me. He is leaning against the building, one leg cross over the other and his arms folded. He's still staring at me with his head tilt to the side.

I feel my heartbeat increase and I let out a slow breath to calm my nerves. What is he doing to me? I lick and bite my lips. Is he turning me on from all the way across the street? I shake my head to knock some sense into myself. Typical me, always falling for people I can't have.

I get brave enough to look at him again. He's still staring at me. This time he's standing tall and his hands are in his pocket. He's dressed in all black. I can see a gold chain around his neck with a pendant that I can't make out. His skin is fair. Just a striking contrast to his hair and clothing.

He has an athletic body, slightly bigger than Garth but not by much. He's at least 6 feet 1, I estimate. Good, I like them tall. I'm only 5 feet 6.

I offer a small smile to see if he does anything. I love my smile. My smile and my eyes are my favourite features. I was told on many occasions I have an impish smile. Which is true, I am mischievous. I flash a bigger one, deepening my dimples when I see he smiles back.

Score.

I see him whisper something to the guy next to him and they both look over at me. The guy nods as if to show his approval and return to the group of girls he was talking to.

My mysterious guy crosses the street to get to me. As he gets closer I realise how much more good looking he is. He could be a model. His features are perfect. I shyly look away feeling like I'm standing next to a Greek god.

"Good evening." He says. The smoothness to his voice sends a shiver down my spine and I feel myself get moist.

Oh my gosh, I think, it's been too long. I try to appear unaffected by his simple greeting. If it was Phoenix, she would have jumped him there and then. He is just that appealing.

I give him another cute smile and bite my lips. I try not to look directly at him. "Hi." I finally reply. I lace my fingers together in front of me and mentally smack myself.

Stop being so stupid, I berate myself.

Woman up you coward. Be brave. I finally look up to see him looking at me with an amused look on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that" I ask. I'm starting to feel a bit braver. Maybe it was the curiousity. I like the way he's looking at me. It makes me feel special.

"I think your shyness is quite cute." He steps closer to me and I visibly flinch. "Did I scare you?"

The concern in his voice snaps me out of it. I didn't mean to flinch, I just wasn't expecting him to step closer to me. We're still a few feet apart but the air was already stifling. Is this what s****l tension feels like?

I've never felt this way before. I have liked people but things haven't always worked out. My first boyfriend back in high school was a jerk. He cheated on me because I wouldn't sleep with him. I wanted to but I just wasn't ready yet. It broke my heart when I found out. It made me feel like I was terrible girlfriend. I did give in after but I regretted that. I didn't enjoy it. He didn't even notice. All he cared about was that he got his. I broke up with him after that.

After him was someone I dated in college. We were really close. Brought even closer by the fact that he didn't force anything from me...even when I tried. I know he knew that I was only offering because I thought that was what I was supposed to do. After college we broke up because life led us on different parts.

There was one other guy before university, while I was working as a Secretary. I was so fascinated by him, I thought he was fascinated by me as well but I was wrong. I was just a play thing to him. He made me feel some things and experience some things I haven't before. We only slept together once. It didn't last long, only because I couldn't relax.

Whenever people ask me, I just say yes since I can't be bothered to explain that I haven't done the "full" thing. Plus, s*x is s*x whether it was two minutes or two hours.

There was no one in university as I spent my time studying, ensuring that I graduated within three years. Even after, there was no one. I had a short relationship at Uni but besides petting, we didn't go all the way.

"I'm fine, I was just surprised." I admit. He laughs and my legs buckle a bit. He instantly close the gap between us and holds me up. My body is betraying me. "Oh shit." I try to steady myself. Why am I such a fumbling fool? I groan inwardly.

"Are you okay? Did you dance all night in those heels?" he steadies me and stands close to me as if ensuring that I don't fall again. He lowers his head close to mine and a smirk spreads across his face. "Or did I make your legs go weak?"

I laugh. Oh, he's a tease. I love it. Two can play that game. Phoenix is joining the party.

"So you did want me on my knees?" I counter. I saw lust flash across his eyes. I hear him release a breath. I tilt my head sideways and bite my lips. I put on my best bedroom eyes.

I see his jaw flex. His eyes dart between my eyes and my lips. He's deadly serious right now, just staring at me. My breathing is coming faster. I'm sure he can see my chest rise and fall. His eyes lowering to my chest confirms it.

He steps closer to me, removing what space was between us. His hand is wrapped around my waist and the other is pressed against the wall above my head.

His scent is intoxicating. I can't place his cologne but I love it. He's looking down at me and I'm looking up at him. My hands are pressed against his chest. I can feel his taunt chest beneath the thin fabric.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm only slightly aware of how much of a compromising position we're in. Anyone might think we're lovers. We might as well be making out here in the streets.

I'm trying to think but his stare is distracting. I don't know this man, I think. Yet, here I am, pressed between him and a wall. A thought about wrapping my legs around him and him taking me here enters my mind.

I shake my head and dunk under his arm. Naughty thoughts, naughty thoughts. He's laughing at me again. I push him playfully and he grabs my hands and pulls me into him.

Again, his hand is around my waist and the other is tracing my face. My breath hitch in my throat. He leans his forehead against mine.

Is he going to kiss me?

Do I want him to kiss me? Yes dummy, let him kiss you. I turn my head up to meet him and close my eyes.

A few seconds go by and I feel nothing. I open my eyes cautiously. He still has his hands where they were but he's just looking at me.

His grey eyes are shining, I'm mesmerised. He kisses my forehead and lets me go.

Oh no, did I blow it?

I step back and smooth out my dress. Nothing was wrong with it but I need to focus on something else. I rub my arm, feeling stupid. I gave a small smile and bite my bottom lip.

"I should go. My sister must be looking for me. I've been gone for a while." I walk past him and he grabs my hand. I stop and look back at him.

"Can I have a dance?" I was not expecting him to say that. I only nod and he releases my hand and walks next to me.

We enter the club and I greet my sister. I was going to do an introduction when I realise I don't know his name. I was going to kiss a stranger. I blush.

My sister has clearly had a lot to drink. She's turning up hard. I join her, swaying to the music. My mystery guy comes up behind me and grabs my waist, he moves in sync with me effortlessly.

I'm enjoying grinding my body against his. On occasion he would lift my arm around his neck and trail his hand along my side. On a few occasions I felt him graze my breasts.

We dance seductively all night.

It is 3am when I take my sister to the bathroom to clean up. We need to get home. I ask my mystery guy to wait for us by our table. However, when I get back, he is gone.

I look around for him for a bit but decide to go outside. He isn't outside either. I really want to get his name and his number. He didn't speak like the locals. I am afraid he is only visiting and I wouldn't see him again.

Our taxi is outside and we get in. We're back home in less than an hour. My sister is wasted so I ask the driver to wait while I take her inside. I didn't have enough cash on me so I had to grab some from our spare change upstairs. He obliges me and wait.

I take my sister to her bed and take off her heels. I grab some cash and head back downstairs. I pay the driver and go back inside. After my first step, I hear a knock at the door.

I stop, confused. Who could that be?

I look through the peep hole and I'm shocked. I open the door slowly. My mystery guy is staring at me with a small smile.