Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set by J. S. Luxor Page B

feeling more excited about our future with each swallow of beer and soon I’m groping the love of my life. Megan turns to me with wide eyes and pats my thigh.
     
    “Matt, you’re hot to trot this evening. I thought we agreed that there’d be no sex until I came clean with all my adventures,” she teases and bats her eyes. Then she licks my neck and I’m lost to her. She’d love to get some action tonight, I’ve no doubt.
     
    “Since you’ve come clean with some of it, I think we can indulge in a few rewards,” I whisper to her with arched eyebrows.
     
    She taps her lips with an index finger and thinks it over. “Hmmm, perhaps we can allow some serious make out sessions.”
     
    “I fully agree, my dear Ms. Pine,” I ooze while pulling her in close with an arm snugly wrapped around her shoulder.
     
    Roger and Julia look at the two of us drooling over one another and shake their heads. Roger grins devilishly and states, “Get a room, dude. Oh, that’s right you have a room, an apartment  with a great view.” I smirk at him. It’s time to leave with my ladylove.
     
    I use the most seductive voice I can muster and suggest, “Megan, would you like to leave soon, for my place? I’d like to give you a little treat.”
     
    She looks at me with desire, “Yes, sir. I’m ready when you are.” I stand up and pull her into my arms. She’s adorable with her flowing hair, flushed cheeks and big blue eyes. I run my hands up and down her back. She sighs with satisfaction. I’m going to get lucky tonight. My most prized body part nods its head in approval.
     
    “I can’t wait to get you naked, baby,” I huff into her ear with enthusiasm. She nods with encouragement. She wants me, there’s no doubt. I’m harder than a granite counter top.
     
    As we say our goodbyes to Julia and my brother, there’s a commotion near the bar across the room from our table. Someone sounds very belligerent. It’s probably some drunken fool. We ignore the sound and make our way to the exit. Just as we’re leaving, however, I hear a man’s voice calling Megan’s name.
     
    “Hey, Megan Pine. Is that really you? Megan…wait for me. Don’t leave, Megan.” He sounds desperate and anxious to see her.
     
    I turn to Megan and ask. “Do you hear that man calling your name? He really wants to see you.” My heart shudders as she turns toward the voice. It’s hard to see much in the subdued lighting near the bar.
     
    She waves and continues to leave. “It’s probably someone from work,” she proclaims in an anxious manner. She’s strangely dismissive of the voice. I sense her anxiety and feel her need to flee from him.
     
    However, the voice draws nearer. He’s not giving up easily. This man seriously wants to contact Megan and he’s making his way toward us. Once we exit the place, Megan picks up the pace we’re moving at but the voice follows us.
     
    He’s running after us now. I put my arm around her shoulder to protect her. She’s uninterested in any contact. There’s  no point in running away though. I’m growing irritated at his pursuit. Can’t he see that we want to be left alone? Finally, it’s getting absurd. We turn and face the voice.
     
    Megan groans when she sees who it is. “Hi, Jacob,” she finally greets him in a neutral manner.
     
    I’m immediately suspicious of the man. He’s about her age, fit and dark. He’s beaming and garrulous.
     
    “Megan, I’m shocked to see you in Portland. It’s been what…two months? What’re you doing here?” He ignores me and focuses all of his energy on Megan. I feel invisible.
     
    “Jacob, this is Matt,” she introduces us hesitantly. We both nod in a cursory fashion at the other.
     
    “What are you doing here, Jacob?” She avoids answering his questions but redirects their conversation in a detached way.
     
    “I’m here on business, Megan,” he blurts out. Jacob seems more than familiar.
     
    He’s a clue to her recent past. Though I