Trey
What the fuck was I thinking?
I look in the rear view mirror watching the woman bounce and giggle in my backseat. She's been doing this for the past ten minutes, and I still don't know what's funny.

I have to get rid of her as soon as possible. When I first saw her, I did see us having a long night of wild sex in a hotel room, but that's out of the window now. Obviously, she doesn't drink often and it shows. She needs to go home, sober up, and deal with whatever issues made her want to drink in the first place.
"Where do you live so I can drop you off?" I ask, looking at her again.
"LakeShire Apartments."
I type it in my phone and start following the GPS directions. It's twenty minutes from my place, but the least I can do is make sure the girl gets home safely, right?
I have no idea why I approached her in the bar, but I'm glad I did. Another guy would've taken advantage of her like this, but I'm a gentleman. I don't believe in touching women that are too intoxicated to consent, no matter how badly they claim to want me.
I pull into the parking garage of a pretty upscale apartment complex, so either she or her boyfriend (hopefully he's her ex now) have a successful career.

Wait, what am I doing? The least I know about her, the better. I just want to drop her off and move on. I already have too much on my plate to worry about.
Not knowing where to drop her off, I stop in front of an elevator. "Can you get to your apartment from here?" I ask, my words frosted in ice.
After she thanks me for the ride, she stumbles out and waves as I drive off. As I reach the end of the garage, I see her still standing by the building, struggling with her phone.
Why isn't she going inside? Did she lose her keys? Most importantly, why do I even care?

I quickly flip a bitch, my tires screeching loudly, and head back to where I left her. Rolling down my window, I give her a puzzled expression. "Why are you still standing here?" I ask, sounding too concerned for my liking.
She chews on her bottom lip. "Oh, just ordering an Uber to get my car. My apartment is...uh, being fumigated."
I have a feeling she's lying, but of course, I don't know her well enough (actually, not at all) to be sure.
"You're not driving. You need to sober up first."
The overwhelming urge of protectiveness is so intense, I simply can't ignore it. It's like I need to see with my own eyes that she's safe and sound.
"I-I wasn't-" I quickly hop out of the car and usher her to the passenger side, opening the door and making sure she's safely buckled in. "You know, I'm not a baby," she says defiantly, which I find adorable as hell.
She's quiet during the ride, and I notice her taking in the surroundings. She's a smart girl. It's good she doesn't trust me, considering I'm a total stranger taking her to my place.
"Where are we going?" she asks in a low voice.
"To my penthouse. Once you sober up, I'll drive you back to the bar to get your car."
I pull into my designated parking space and turn off the engine. She glances over at me, her serious gaze intensified by chocolate eyes that look caramel underneath the sunlight. "Just because you take me to some fancy penthouse doesn't mean I'm sleeping with you," she states.
I chuckle lowly. "Oh trust me sweetheart, I don't want anything like that from you."
My heart sinks a little when I catch a glimpse of sorrow in her eyes, yet she remains silent.
I hope I didn't hurt her feelings-
Hope I didn't hurt her feelings? Who am I? Drake?
Since she's still very intoxicated, I offer to carry her, but she declines and holds my arm instead. We step into the elevator together, and there's this palpable tension in the air as we ascend.
Every part of this feels wrong. Even when I lived in Texas, I never brought women back to my apartment. It's too intimate, and I swear, it's not because I have commitment issues. As a chef, I just love to explore different flavors in and out of the kitchen.
I lead her into my new place, leaving her at the door while I flip on all the light switches. I hope she doesn't plan on getting too comfortable. As soon as she's sober enough to drive, I'm taking her back to get her car.
I suddenly hear her exclaim, 'It's fucking hot as balls in here!' as I'm in the bathroom ensuring that it's presentable.
"I can turn on the A.C if you'd like," I shout back. When I walk back into the entryway, my eyes damn near pop out of my head at the sight of ripping her clothes off to reveal creamy, chocolate skin. She has wide hips, big, perky breasts, and a perfectly round ass. The sight of her bare pussy between her thick thighs has my mouth watering.
I wonder what she tastes like...
"What the hell are you doing?" I growl, my nostrils flaring with suppressed anger as I shield my eyes from her amazing body. The damage is already done though, my cock is harder than fucking steel now.
I'm pissed at myself that she has this kind of effect on me. I just met her, yet I want to explore every inch of her body, and I've never experienced desire like this before. It makes me feel like I'm losing control, and I hate it!
She blushes. "I'm sorry, I'm just hot and sleepy."
I'm left speechless as she enters my room and hops onto the bed, her juicy ass jiggling with the motion.
Fuck. I'm two seconds from coming in my pants like a teenage boy. What is she doing to me?
Gritting my teeth, I walk over to get her the fuck out of my room. "Why don't you go lay on the couch?" I suggest firmly.
She looks up and crawls over to me, swaying her hips seductively. Before I can respond, she runs her hand down my chest, her dilated eyes glazing over with lust as she reaches for my manhood. Even though her touch has my dick punching at my zipper, I gently push her away. “I can't allow you to do that," I grit out.
I notice her eyes welling up with tears as she looks down. "Jordan said I was boring, I was hoping you would think differently," she murmurs.
Shit. I've hurt her feelings. I'm assuming Jordan is her ex. How could he tell her she's boring? Maybe it was the liquid courage, but I bet she was just about to do some magical shit to my dick.
If she wasn't out of her mind, there's a part of me that would have loved to find out what it was.
I gently lift her chin, making her meet my gaze. "I don't believe there is anything boring about you. Now, why don't you rest for a bit so I can get you back to your car?"
She nods and gets comfortable, covering herself with the blankets. In no time, she's fast asleep.
I sink into the chair in the corner of the room, watching her sleep peacefully. With her hair cascading across my pillow, she looks like an angel; a gorgeous angel that's going to be the death of me if I don't hurry up and return her.
Ugh, she smells like a strawberry cupcake and vodka. I'm going to have to wash my sheets as soon as she leaves and hope I can get rid of the scent. How have I only known her a few hours, and she's got me bending all my rules?
I've never even had a woman sleep in my bed before. Even in hotels, we just exchange bodily fluids and I call them an Uber.
So, what the fuck is happening right now, and why am I just letting it?