Crash Into Me
Chapter 2
Later that night, after Randall left her apartment, Kelly showered and put on her hunter green silk nightgown. She lay in the bed with the remote control and flipped through the channels. The phone rang, and she glanced over at the clock. It was after 1am. Who on earth would be calling her this late? She picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
No one spoke on the other end of the line, but she could tell there was someone there.
"HELLO?" she said, louder this time.
Still nothing. She hung up the phone and shook her head. She was tired. She turned off the lights and snuggled down under her comforter.
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AJ felt stupid, calling and not speaking. But he just had to hear her voice. He had to see her again... He just had to...
Kelly woke the next morning and turned over on her side. Oooowww her neck was stiff. She sat up slowly. Her back was aching, too. She rolled out of bed and made her way into the kitchen, where she fixed a glass of juice and sat on the couch. She picked up the phone and called her chiropractor. Luckily, he was one of her clients, so she could call him on a Saturday morning with the full knowledge that she would be seen that day. Dr. Taylor said he would be over to check on her, and he instructed her to put ice on her neck until he could get there. She walked stiff-legged into the kitchen and fixed an ice bag. Just as she laid down on the couch, there was a knock at the door. She groaned.
"Who is it?" she called.
"AJ McLean," the voice said. DAMN it, could this guy not take a hint? She slowly made her way to the door and opened it. A smiling AJ stood on the other side of the door, a box of Krispy Kreme donuts and 2 cups of Starbucks coffee balanced in his hands. Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Can I help you?" she asked. AJ's eyes moved down her body, which was still clad in only the hunter green silk nightgown. He couldn't take his eyes off her smooth shoulders, or the sweet cleft at the top of her breasts, or her erect nipples beneath the shimmery fabric.
"Yeah," he said, smiling. "You can take these cups of coffee for me." Kelly rolled her eyes, but AJ eased his way around her into her apartment.
"Um, I don't think I invited you in," she said, amazed by his rudeness.
"Oh, that's ok. I forgive you," he said, setting the donuts down and coffee down on the table. "Here. Have some coffee."
"I don't drink coffee," she said, standing by the door.
"Well, you can at least come over and have a donut with me," he said, smiling. He had on dark sunglasses, and she couldn't see his eyes. In fact, she had never seen his eyes.
"How did you get my address?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Police report," he responded.
"The police report won't be ready for 3 days. Tell me how you got my address," she said, getting angry.
"I have my ways," he said, smiling. "I have friends who know things."
"Well, I think it's awfully rude of you to just come to my house uninvited," she said, pushing his feet off of her coffee table.
"Ohh, lighten up," he laughed. "I just was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by and see you."
"You're full of shit, and that story doesn't even begin to make sense," she complained. She was contemplating calling the police, but he really didn't seem dangerous. Just annoying as hell.
"Do you always wear sunglasses?" she asked.
"Yeah. Most of the time. Why?"
"Because it's rude to wear sunglasses into someone's home. Especially when you come into someone's home uninvited," she snapped, walking back to her bedroom. She came back out her green silk robe on.
"Why are you really here?" she asked. He turned to face her, and she saw that he had taken his sunglasses off. Nice eyes, she thought.
"Just wanted to make sure you were ok," he said, smiling. Nice smile, too. But he was a rude, arrogant jerk.
"I'm very sore," she said. "But I'm fine. I told you last night. I'm fine. Now I'm expecting company, so you would please leave?"
"Actually," he said, sitting back on the couch and taking a bite of donut, "I was wondering if you might want to go out sometime."
"You what?" she laughed incredulously. "You want to take me out on a date?"
"Yep. That's the general idea," he chuckled.
Oh, this is too much, Kelly thought. I've got to put a stop to this once and for all.
"Ok, but my going rate is $4000 a night," she said, placing her hands on her hips. She saw his eyes widen just a little, then he smirked.
"Only $4000, huh?" he laughed, taking another bite of donut.
"Yes. $4000. Up front," she said, pursing her lips. That should get rid of Tattoo Boy. No way could he afford her.
"Hmmm... I don't think I have $4000 in cash on me. You don't take Visa do you?" he quipped.
"No. Sorry," she responded, smiling triumphantly.
"Well... how about I come back in later? I would need to get to the bank before they close," he replied, standing up.
"And what do you plan to do at the bank," she chuckled. "Rob it?"
"Nah. I don't need to rob it. I'll just take the money out. How about we just make it an even ten grand, you spend the weekend with me?" he asked, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly, a slow smile creeping over his face.
"I am not Domino's pizza. I don't do special discount rates. Sorry. $4000 a night. If you want days too, it's $8000.Take it or leave it," she stated firmly.
"Hmmm... 24 grand for the next 72 hours. Are you worth that?" he laughed. His eyes drank in her body... her long legs, her deep auburn hair, her perfect blue eyes... "You look like it. I'll be back in an hour or so."
"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. She showed him out. She let out a long, disgusted sigh as she picked up the donuts and coffee and dumped them into the trash can. She laid back down on the couch and waited for her chiropractor. She dozed off in the morning sunlight, but was awakened by another knock on the door. Thank God. It had to be Dr. Taylor. She got up and made her way painfully across the living room and opened the door. There stood Tattoo Boy, a huge grin on his face.
"What do you want now?" she asked, sounding very irritated.
"Do you really want to conduct business in the hall?" he asked quietly.
She stepped aside, and he walked into the apartment. She closed the door behind him and turned to face him. AJ held out an fat envelope, with a sexy half-smile on his face. She slowly took it from his hand and looked inside. Hundred dollar bills... It was filled with hundred dollar bills. She tried to hide her shock.
"Aren't you gonna count it?" he asked, still smirking.
"No," she said slowly. "I can't take your money." She tried to hand it back, but he wouldn't take it.
"Uh uh," he said, shaking his head. "You said $24,000 and you were mine for the next 3 days and nights."
"I never said I was 'yours' for any length of time. I said it would cost $24,000 for me to spend the next 3 days with you. But I don't know where this money came from. Did you steal it?"
AJ let out a chuckle. "No I didn't steal it. It's mine."
Kelly stood back and looked him over again. He looked so familiar. She looked at his clothes. Armani Exchange t-shirt. Rolex watch. Oliver Peoples sunglasses. Why hadn't she paid attention to this before. This guy had money. He had to be a drug dealer or something.
"Who are you?" she asked quietly.
"I already told you. I'm AJ McLean."
"Why does that name sound familiar?" she asked, leaning her back against the door.
AJ looked down at the floor and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm a Backstreet Boy," he said, raising his head slightly and looking over the top of his sunglasses at her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. There was a Backstreet Boy standing in her living room... paying her to spend the next 3 days with him. This was unbelievable.
"Can I ask you a question?" she said.
"You already have, but yeah. You can ask me anything you want."
"Why are you doing this? Why are you paying to have a companion? I mean, you're a relatively good-looking guy. If you're into tattoos, I mean. You've got money. I'm sure you could get as many girls as you wanted and you wouldn't be shelling out a small fortune to have them, either."
AJ stared at her for a minute before he answered. She could feel his brown eyes boring into her body. She suddenly felt a shiver go down her spine, like someone walked over her grave.
"I like to be able to fuck a girl, leave, and not have to worry about her calling me up every other hour wondering when we're gonna fuck again, or finding a story about it in the Enquirer. And because I want you. And if the only way I can have you is to pay you, then that's what I'll do."
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