The Accountant novel Chapter 1

Beau

Damn! Another worthless weekend. She had been gracing bars for a fortnight and still nothing. No tingles. No sparks. No instant attraction. It was either the man was gay or he was an asshole. Or both.

Being a twenty-three-year-old, almost, hermit virgin was quite frustrating. All she wanted was a man she was attracted to, to help rid her off of the thin membrane in her pussy. Her cherry. She frowned. She sounded like a college slut chick. But really. Was it too much to ask? Most girls lose it at prom night these days.

She was not that pretty and she was not that ugly either. For her sins, she was a bit choosy. Well, who wouldn't want a hot hunk to ride?

And of course, she was not stupid. Far from it. She had no ambition to be raped by a random guy or a psycho lurking in every part of San Francisco. Nor does she wanted to meet someone from a social media platform. And discover a grandpa pretending to be Liam Hemsworth. It may or may not have happened once. She shuddered at the memory. Not a good one.

She wanted it in her own terms. That was the main reason she was here, window shopping. Getting the feel of the place, so to speak.

The new establishment she had decided to visit this fine Saturday evening was posh. Clearly, all the elite and famous had opted to converge on the same venue. This looked promising. She hoped.

She knew she was attractive and on her best days, passable pretty. Tonight, she even felt beautiful in her Versace gray-silver dress. Specifically purchased to attract the opposite sex. It accentuated her round bust, tiny waist, flat midriff, and long tan legs. All the necessary bait.

Way back in uni, she tried to do it with a college jock. The guy was buff and handsome. Although she felt nothing for him, she had convinced herself to just go for the heck of it. She did and didn't chicken out.

With her eyes counting the luminous stickers in her dorm ceiling, the jock in between her legs trying to put on a condom on his average dick, she waited. And waited. Then nothing.

When she looked down, he was done, coming in the rubber. She kicked him out from her room, disgusted more with herself than him. The next day, it was all over the campus and she was celebrated as a frigid nerdy bitch. She never attempted to try the humiliating experience again.

She had better things to do. Which she did.

In under three years, she finished her degree before she reached twenty. She had never been more proud of herself. Practicing freelance employment was the name of the game. She was her own boss and she owned her time. All she had to do was meet deadlines and that was it. Until a few weeks ago.

At twenty-three, single and alone made her lonely. Perhaps. Maybe. She can have a child of her own. No, she was not interested in relationships and picket fences. Just the baby. Why not?

She had lots of money and she owned a picturesque cottage. Even though she grew up almost alone, she knew she could be a great mother. I think!

She knew it was a bit cold-blooded to use a man, but again, why not? Men had been using women for the same purpose.

Shit! Enough of the sappy mood. She needed a man. Specifically, a cock. And ultimately a sperm donor. And she desperately needed to experience a mind-blowing orgasm she had only read in novels. She hoped it will happen tonight while she was ovulating. Or she will have to do this all over again next month.

She swept a swift glance around the dimly lit interior. Nothing. Sighing heavily, she turned her attention to the cute bartender.

"Another drink, Ms.?" His interest in her was noted. He had been flirting on and off since she came in. Giving him a thin smile, she nodded.

"Dry martini, please." She hardly drank but she needed courage. Not with the bartender, with whoever will catch her fancy tonight.

So it would not be mistaken the interest was mutual, she turned her scrutiny to the dimly lit interior once more.

The place was packed. Men in casual. Women barely dress with come hither looks. Some grinding on the dance floor. Some have chosen partners for the evening. Good for them.

Beau was about to order another drink when someone caught her attention near the entrance. Her jaw dropped and she blinked. Hot damn! He looked like a god. All arrogant confidence like he owned the world.

Very tall and heavily muscled under his black Armani. His perfectly tailored suit fitted his perfect physique, molding his thighs, his tapered abdomen to his wide chest and broad shoulders. Her widened eyes reached his chiseled jaw, well-defined nose, and sharp gaze, she sucked in a sharp breath. Awareness flickered her suddenly sensitized skin. He was so freakishly beautifully attractive, he took her breath away.

She didn't realize she was blatantly eye-fucking him until their eyes collided across the room. For a moment, people around them faded and it was just the two of them. His dark gray orbs had a hard glint in them. His tightly clenched jaw was ticking. Her cheeks burned from humiliation. He caught her looking at him boldly and he doesn't like it one bit. His displeasure reaching her across the room.

The first man she was totally attracted to and he doesn't want her. What the hell! Life was so unfair. Who was she kidding? The Adonis can have any woman he wanted. Men like him only had to crook his finger and women will come to him crawling on their knees. And it was obviously not for her. She was not that desperate. Yet.

She decided to stay a few more minutes and go home. It was a stupid stupid idea anyway. She wasted two weekends instead of earning more money.

Yes. It was time to move on and forget the hot crazy attraction she felt for the man. If only. She mentally shook her head and her chin firmed.

Licking her wounds --her pride was wounded-- she went to the dark corner of the dance floor instead, near the exit sign. She knew about saving face. One dance and she will kiss this place goodbye.