An unexpected seduction

Amy felt ridiculous as she knocked on the door of the apartment right across the hall from her. She was wearing – or rather, forced to wear – an outfit that had less actual material to it than slips of strings and crisscrossing ribbons. The black fuck-me shoes had higher heels than anything she was used to, and she kept feeling as if she was about to topple over. The thigh-high, lacy edged stockings threatened to slip off her slim legs, and she pulled them up hurriedly as she heard footsteps nearing the door on the other side. She struck what she hoped to be a sexy pose, pouted her glossed-up lips, and waited. Her head was screaming at her to bolt when she hear the chain slicking back, and the key turning in the lock, but her feet felt glued to the floor. And then the door swung open.
It wasn’t Jack.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, staring in shock at the shirtless, towel-waisted man who was most emphatically not her neighbour. Jack was blond and tanned; this guy probably had some Native American blood somewhere in his ancestry, with a coppery skin and slightly tilted eyes. And he was really, really big. Jack was tall, but this guy would make even him look short. And Amy was pretty sure Jack didn’t have biceps like that. Or a six-pack you could cut your finger on. Or dark, silky smooth shoulder length hair and eyes like green moss. Her eyes inevitably found the happy trail of hair leading into the depths of his towel and she swallowed. It was a short towel, tucked around his narrow hip, riding dangerously low. Water drops glinted over his body and she realised he probably had to get out of the shower to open the door.
“Fuck,” she repeated and wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. She was here to seduce and bed Jack – an act of blackmail from his sister. She had actually been surprised when Elizabeth bribed her with the promise of concert tickets to an André Rieu concert. Front row, no less. Amy had always kind of assumed Jack to be, well, gay. He was a really cute guy, and he had a pretty great body. But he dressed better to stay in than she did to go out, and she’d never seen him with a girl. She suspected this was Elizabeth’s way of trying to shock him straight, and although she didn’t approve of that at all, she was willing to give the whole seducing-thing a try. They were talking about André Rieu, for pity’s sake. Amy was much more of a stay-at-home-with-a-book girl than a get-out-get-drunk-get-laid one. She loved classical music and classic books and classic movies. She secretly lusted after men like James Dean, even though she would probably be better suited to, say, Gene Kelly. The bad boy versus the dancing American darling.
The stranger moved slightly, widening his stance and folding his arms across his chest. The move had the towel threatening to slip off and she had the mad urge to make a grab for it. She was frozen in her pose as surprised seductress, and didn’t that just have a ring to it?
“Like what you see?” he spoke in a husky voice that reminded her of day-old stubble and callused hands smoothing over softly parted thighs.
“I…” She swallowed when her words evaporated from her dry throat like a drop of water in the desert. He didn’t say anything and she bravely tried again. “I’m…”
He was definitely amused now, the corner of his lips lifting ever so lightly.
She gave up trying to explain herself. There was no possible way to explain this, anyway.
“Jack,” she said helplessly.
“He should be here in about an hour or so. Would you like to wait inside for him?”
“No,” she said quickly, trying to imagine how it would feel, sitting in Jack’s stylish sitting room wearing only threads over her nipples and a scrap of fabric between her legs. “No, I’ll, uhm, come back later.”

“So you don’t like the view?” He managed to sound amused and hurt at the same time and she hurried to reassure him.
“The view is fine. The view is, uhm, great, but I need to see Jack.”
He grinned. “Oh, honey,” he said softly. “Trust me, Jack probably isn’t up for whatever you have in mind. Unless you have a really big cock hiding in those fine panties of yours, which I sincerely doubt.”
“So Jack is gay?”
“Since I woke up this morning with my dick in his mouth, I’d say yeah.”
She cringed and her arm finally slid down from the ridiculous position she had asumed to try to seduce a gay guy with. Maybe next time she should show her ass, if she wants results. “Dammit, I thought so! Never mind. I’ll just be hiding in my apartment, if anybody needs me. Drinking. A lot. Getting drunk enough that I can chalk up this humiliating little encounter up to a drunken hallucination.”
“Oh, sweetheart, why are you shy about this?”
Amy cringed as she started backing away towards her own apartment. “See you around,” she mumbled.

His arm shot out, catching her shoulder. “Wait,” he said, and she stilled. “Why are you embarrassed?” he asked again.
“Because I’m standing here in less fabric covering my entire body than you’ll find in your average thong, trying to get somebody clearly uninterested to take me to bed. I made a fool out of myself. Sorry for interrupting your shower.”
His grin turned sexy. “Do I look uninterested?” he murmured, and pulled her lightly against his body. She could feel something nudge against her hip. Something hard, and big, and decidedly penis-shaped.