You've Lost Your Mind

I stared at Alan as he set my coat on the desk. "Oh," I murmured, not taking my gaze off of his. "Thanks, Ashby." I must admit, at work I was a totally different person than I was with my friends. Here I was serious, collected, and quiet, and all business.
Alan nodded numbly. "My pleasure," he said, before turning to leave.
Was I really going to do this? I took a deep breath. "Alan, wait." He turned around. "Do you think maybe we could get together some time?"
He immediately grinned and nodded. "Hold on!" Pulling his phone from his pocket, he typed something and I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. "I sent you my address. Pop in anytime."
Grinning like a fool, I nodded. "I'll send you mine too. See you later, Alan."
He waved. "Bye. Be careful." He turned, exiting and I watched him go down the hall and into the elevator. "See you later," I whispered once he was totally out of earshot. I pulled my phone out and texted him my address as well.
Flinching as I felt a presence beside me, I turned.
"Deja, what the hell?" I gasped as I saw my best friend suddenly appear beside me.
Deja only grinned like an idiot. "Who's the ginger? Fess up, Em."
Sighing deeply, I rolled my eyes. "Just some dude who bought me coffee. He's in a band and decided he liked me so I jumped on the opportunity."
Deja let out a giddy shriek. "What band?" she persisted, poking my shoulder repeatedly.
"Of Mice and Men," I answered, shoving her so she'd stop tapping me.
She clapped her hands. "Holy hell, Em! That's a really famous band! He's probably rich!"
I rolled my eyes. "He's probably just looking for a one night stand, Deja," I admitted sullenly. He seemed like that type of guy, probably not looking for a relationship.
"So?" Deja giggled. "You'd get to screw a band member, if that's not amazing then I don't know what is."
I turned back to my computer, focusing on my work. "I've told you I don't like being a toy to guys."
Deja slammed her hand on my desk. "But this is a hot redhead in a metal band, Em!" she yelled, and a few others in the workplace glared at her.

- Alan Ashby -
I sat on the couch, anxiously awaiting the arrival of a girl named Alena. She was one of my newer...interests... She was hot, tall, curvy, she had an ass and boobs, and her hair was blue. Talk about a fucking goddess.
Since I was only expecting Alena, I was dressed meagerly in only a pair of boxers. I heard the doorbell ring and got up, answering without looking to see who it was. "Hello beautiful- wait Mariah?"
Mariah stood before me, her cheeks red as roses. "Alan, I um I'm sorry. I'll come back later if-"
I shook my head. "No, now is fine. Now is fine. I just wasn't expecting you."
I could feel her eyes travel up and down my bare body as she thought of words to say. "I'll um...go get dressed."
"No!" she shouted a bit too quickly. "I mean... It doesn't bother me I mean...um..."
"I'm gonna go grab some jeans... I'll be back." I ran to my room quickly, texting Alena not to come tonight. I'd have to see if I could seduce Mariah, perhaps. Slipping into some skinny jeans, I walked back out. "Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting any visitors and I was just chilling."
Mariah stared at her feet. "It's fine... Do you wanna um... resume chilling?"
I nodded with a smile. "I'll get the alcohol." I walked into the kitchen and grabbed beer from the fridge. I checked my phone when I realized I'd received a text.
From: Alena Time: 8:17 pm:
Whatever babe, we can always sext ;)
My breath caught in my throat as I reluctantly agreed. I didn't want things to be awkward around Mariah and I, but oh fuck it. I went back to the living area and placed the beer on the counter. "Wanna watch The Hangover 3?" I asked her, and she nodded.
I put the movie in and say on the couch next to Mariah, popping open a beer bottle. I glanced at my phone as I got a new text. It was a picture of her chest, covered only by a skimpy lace bra. I felt my breathing quicken for a second and I grabbed a pillow from the couch, placing it over my lap.
"Something wrong there, Ashby?" Mariah asked, obviously amused. "Didn't realize I was that much of a turn on. I didn't even do anything provocative."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Haha, very funny. That's not what it is."
"Then take the pillow off your lap," she pressed.
"No."
She smiled in satisfaction, leaning over and breathing softly in my ear. I shivered against the warm air on my neck. "You know how badly you want this, Ashby," she whispered with a smirk, before turning back to the television like nothing had happened. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh, causing me to gape at her. Fucking tease, aye?

Notes

Hope you guys like this short, crappy chapter hahah.