Falling for my fake boyfriend

3 - The smart arse

Eight months, a budding engineering career and a failed relationship later, I find myself at the Vauxhall’s Christmas party. I may have had a few too many glasses of prosecco, but hey, that’s something I rarely indulge myself in, since you know, I’m poor. But no matter how tipsy I might be, I’ 'm still not drunk enough to accept my friend’s proposal of ‘giving her cousin a shot’.

In my defence, the man didn’t seem like he minded the kiss too much. It did take him a moment to catch on, bless him, it’s quite understandable, given the sudden circumstances. It was an awkward, uncomfortable, and somewhat painful minute, in which I was simultaneously smashing my lips against his while also pushing myself as high as my toes would extend, in order to keep my mouth at the same level as the guy’s face. 

Damn, he’s so freaking tall, I feel like a cat climbing a scratching post.

The kiss must have looked like something clumsy, similar to an adolescentine first kiss which combines the unleashed and excited hormones of one with the shyness and reluctance of another. 

For a long moment, I grew anxious that I was not going to be able to pull this whole thing off. My friend Jessie, whom I spotted earlier coming my way, thankfully sans her cousin this time, was going to take one look at this and know at once that me and my current kissing partner couldn’t be further away from two people in the middle of a date, which would mean that my plan failed. I can’t have that.

Then as the agonisingly slow moment went by, the kiss started to become… different. It started feeling like a kiss, as strange as that might sound.

The guy, probably as his brain finally caught on to what was happening, inhaled sharply and inclined his head a little bit, making me feel less like a fat dog trying to climb onto the sofa, and his huge hands came up, closing tightly around my waist, making me shudder. Damn this feels good.

Those manly hands slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around my rib cage and, making me feel all kinds of things I shouldn’t be feeling, as the guy was holding me to himself. Not too close, and not too far. Just the perfect distance to feel his heat radiating through the nice suit he had on. Enough for me to get more turned on than I haven’t gotten in months.

In the end, the kiss was more of a prolonged peck rather than anything, since neither of us shoved our tongue in the other’s mouth, but still, it was nicer than it should have been, and for the duration of those few seconds I forgot why I was even here.

Why am I tightly embraced by a complete stranger again?

Like a tidal wave, things come crashing down on me.

First, I remember why I jumped on the poor man as soon as I saw him. His only mistakes were being in the corridor and being a male. It did help that he was alone, though a partner might be mingling amongst the other guests of the party, making it painfully obvious that I did not think this through at all. s**t!

Knowing that I’m too far gone to back away now, I moan against the guy’s lips just as I spot Jessie out of my peripheral vision. I wasn’t actually expecting a response, but rather trying to voice out my need for this kiss to last just a second longer, but a response is what I got.

A large rod bloomed in the guy’s neatly pressed suit trousers, hitting me rudely in my abdomen, below my belly button. 

I’m fairly certain my face is redder than a tomato, and a peek at the guy I’m locking lips with confirms that I’m not the only one slightly embarrassed at the moment. But we don’t have any time for that, thankfully.

As Jessie is hastily approaching, as hastily as her 8 inch heels and tight cocktail dress would allow her, that is, my hands move to their own accord and I’m immediately hanging onto the guy’s neck, with a stray finger tracing the hairline at his back.

I’ll admit, I’m not thrilled about the prospect of making out with someone's partner, or husband, or oh God, someone’s son, because I didn’t quite have time to check his face for any cues as to his age. But I also know that particular ship has already sailed, for I’m already learning the curve of this guy’s lips all too well, and he mine.

Really, I should not be enjoying this. I know that yet another moan escapes me, eliciting those strong arms to pull me even closer and flush against the guy’s chest. Yup, that’s definitely a big rod in there.

Realising the extent of my thoughts and trying to collect my mind, I gasp and push myself away from him, frantically looking for Jessie. She was there a moment ago.

In the 11:00 PM amber glow of the Vauxhall building’s hallway, my friend was nowhere to be seen. Weird. I could have sworn that she was here, coming straight for us, just a few seconds ago.

Well, Jessie might not be here, but the guy I just kissed, on the other hand, is standing right in front of me. 

His swollen lips are parted, no wonder matching mine, his well defined chest, because I had the pleasure of feeling it, is rising and a weird light is flickering in his eyes.

I have to say, this the adrenaline is leaving my body and the reality sinks in. It quickly dawns upon me, the severity of what I have just done. Actually no, of who I have done it with. Not it, it, but we weren’t far if the memory of his massive erection is any indication. Or that of my dampened panties.

Jesus, not the point. Focus Lily, damn it! Because f**k my life. And f**k everything in it.

I’m staring at the deep blueish eyes of Dr. Adam Davies. Because the guy, a known arse, is not just an engineer like the rest of us. No, we went ahead and got his Ph.D. He’s a smart arse and he knows it, which is why he’s the worst. Or so I hear. From a lot of my fellow trainees, and not only.

I mean, the guy is the sole reason that my poor roommate, Carrie, had to completely scrap two research projects and would likely end up graduating from the apprenticeship program a year late.

This guy is the one who had made Thomas throw up from anxiety before pitching his revolutionary new concept about incorporating the parking sensors. 

He is the sole culprit for half the apprentices in the company being forced to do their work at least twice. 

Joanna, the first girl I have made friends with after starting in the program six months ago, was in the team under Davies. The girl decided to drop out four weeks into it for mental health reasons. We all know who messed with Joanna’s mental health. 

It was probably for the best, since most of Davies’ remaining team of apprentices, both old or new, look like they have been underground for years with no access to modern civilization.

Dr. Davies might have been a young engineering star and Vauxhall’s bragging of choice, but he is also mean and hypercritical, and it was obvious in the way he speaks and in the way he always carries himself, that he thinks of himself as the only person doing decent work within the Vauxhall engineering and design department. Within the entire world, probably. Most likely. 

He is a notoriously moody, obnoxious, terrifying cunt. And I just kissed him. 

Fuuuuck!