Christy McKellen - Good Girl

I dropped my bag at my feet and turned to look at him.

He was standing proud and tall a few feet away from me with his hands casually by his sides, giving me a respectful amount of personal space. The man was clearly a gentleman, which heartened me. Everything I’d heard about him had pointed towards this, but it was comforting to have it confirmed. Especially as I was now alone in a closed room with him.

‘So, what can I do for you, Juno?’ he prompted when I failed to say anything. I’d been so busy psyching myself up I’d left an uncomfortably long pause hanging in the air.

Clearing my raw throat, I pushed back my shoulders in an attempt to project confidence.

But no words would come. I began to panic. How the heck were you supposed to seduce someone—someone you barely knew anything about? I had absolutely no experience in these matters.

In desperation I thought back to the sex scenes I’d seen on TV, where women who want to initiate sex simply strip off in front of the guy and he seems to know exactly what she wants without her having to say a word.

My blood was thumping so hard in my head by this point, I was afraid Sandro would be able to hear it in the quiet of the room. He was certainly looking at me as if he was concerned about something.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, his brows knitted together.

‘Mmm-hmm,’ I murmured, sucking in a steadying breath then grasping the bottom of my crepe top in my shaking fingers. Knowing I had to act fast before I lost my nerve, I attempted to slip it over my head seductively. Unfortunately, I managed to get the neck caught round my hair bun and ended up struggling to get it past my chin. The zip at the top of my skirt, which was already loose, decided to choose this moment to undo fully and the whole thing slithered down my legs and pooled at my feet, leaving me flashing my underwear-clad body at him while my head was still trapped in my top.

Needless to say, it wasn’t the elegant disrobing I’d been aiming for.

Finally, I managed to get myself untangled and dropped the offending article onto the floor, my face now flaming with embarrassment.

‘What are you doing?’ There was amusement in his voice, but I ignored it, desperate to get past this humiliating preamble and on to what I’d come here for.

Unfortunately, it seemed I was actually going to have to say the words.

I swallowed hard, my throat now as arid as my sex life. ‘I want you to...to...have s-sex with me.’

He stared at me for a moment, then the corner of his mouth kicked up into a bemused smile.

‘Just like that? No getting to know each other first?’ He folded his arms. ‘Why the rush?’

‘Because I’m a virgin and I don’t want to be any more,’ I blurted, taking a shaky step closer to him and managing to kick my bag in the process. My small silver hip flask slipped out of it and slid onto the floor between us.

He looked down at it, then back up at me with one dark eyebrow raised.

‘Are you drunk?’ he murmured darkly.

‘No,’ I lied, kicking the hip flask back under my bag and taking a couple more sauntering steps towards him, hoping to distract his attention away from it.

‘I’ve heard you’re amazing in bed and I thought you’d be the perfect person to help me out. I want to learn from the best,’ I said in as confident a tone as I could muster, desperately hoping that appealing to his vanity would yield results.

He leaned one shoulder against the wall, his arms still folded. The insouciant slouch he affected only made him look more intimidatingly sexy.

‘So you’ve come here tonight because you want me to get rid of your virginity for you? Is that what you’re saying?’ he asked, his eyes assessing me so thoroughly now a delicious sort of shiver shimmied across my bare skin.

I screwed up all my courage and forced myself to meet his gaze. ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.’

He let out a low, baffled breath. ‘Why me? We don’t even know each other.’

‘Because when you looked at me at the party on Wednesday it seemed like you found me attractive. And I find you attractive, in a physical way, so I thought it might be mutually agreeable...’

There was an awkward pause before he spoke again. ‘Agreeable?’

‘Yes. Um, fun. And...er...sexy.’ I could barely believe I’d just let those awful words out of my mouth. And I was supposed to be the genius of the family.

‘Well, if you find me attractive in a physical way, how could I possibly refuse?’ he asked, deadpan.

Once again I cursed my lack of confidence in these matters. Get me on my subject and I could talk with utter self-assurance for hours, but here I was just steadily digging myself into a deep, dark hole with no idea how to pull myself out.

I decided being honest was the only way forward from here.

‘No. Look, sorry, this is coming out all wrong.’ I pulled my arms around my body, intensely aware of how exposed I was. ‘As I’m sure you’re painfully aware, I’m really not experienced at negotiating this kind of thing.’

‘You don’t say.’ The drawl of his words made his amusement very clear.

I tried to shake off my frustration. Getting het up was unhelpful. I needed to be cool, like my sister Maya would have been if she’d been in this situation. I attempted to channel her as I forced myself to stand a little taller and saunter up to him, looking him right in the eye.

‘I feel like there’s a connection between us. Chemistry,’ I murmured, trying not to sway on the spot.

He frowned, looking confused, and opened his mouth as if he was going to refute what I’d just said but then closed it again. There was a tense pause while he stared hard at me, his dark brows drawn together tightly.

My blood was pumping so hard through my veins, I could hear the swoosh of it in my ears.

‘Look, Juno, you seem like a lovely woman, and I take it as a huge compliment that I’m at the top of your list, but it’s a no,’ he said finally. ‘I don’t sleep with virgins. Especially not drunk virgins. I prefer to go to bed with women who know what they want and can handle having sex just for fun.’

Disappointment made my eyes sting with held-back tears. ‘It could be fun with me,’ I fired back, desperation straining my voice.

He just shot me a look that clearly said desperation was exactly what he was trying to avoid getting entangled in.

Frustration surged through me. I’d made a total fool of myself tonight and for what? A big, fat negative result.

‘God! What is it with me and men? How am I supposed to get experience if no one will sleep with me?’

I took one last stumbling step towards him, pressing my hand against the wall next to him to steady myself. His wonderful, spicy scent flooded my senses, making my mouth water and my head swim.

‘Please, I’ll do whatever you say. Whatever you want. Just name it. Is there a favour I could do for you? Or would money help? Or—er—something else?’ I asked hurriedly, agonisingly aware that offering him money was a stupid and offensive thing to do. ‘L-l-like a promise to help you out when you next need it?’ I rushed on, hoping he wouldn’t take umbrage at my slip.

‘You’re offering me money?’ His eyes were narrowed now in distaste.

‘No, not money. Ignore that. I didn’t mean it the way it came out—’

‘You didn’t mean it to sound like you were hoping to pay me to have sex with you?’ His voice was filled with reproach.

Shame crawled up my spine. In that horrible moment I imagined I could actually sense his male pride putting up its fists.

‘I’m sorry...’

He waved away my apology with a dismissive sweep of his hand before I was even able to finish it. ‘Even if I do find you attractive, I wouldn’t stoop to sleeping with someone who thinks so little of me,’ he said, his voice dangerously low. ‘I think you should go home before you say something stupid to someone else here. They might not be as forgiving of your crassness.’