Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 12:51:42 -0600
From: Blah Goopy <akissdownunder@live.com>
Subject: A Kiss Down Under Chapter 3

I'm so sorry this took so long.  I had a lot of big things coming up, os I
was prioritizing this chapter.  I hope you enjoy this chapter.  Anyway,
this is my first erotic story, and I would like to thank Jesse for this
idea!  This is a work of fiction, and all events come from my own mind.
(And Jesse's) Enjoy! --Alec

Rise and Shine

	I woke, but my eyes didn't open.  Without seeming to obvious, I
slowly rolled over on the bed.  Breathing deeply I could smell Ian.  His
body had once lay here.  What I wouldn't give to have him lay next to me.
I need to snap out of it.  I just fell out of his car, and I'm likely to be
a kidnap victim. I tried to sleep again, but I could hear Ian's voice.

	"I can't do that." He replied.  A moment of silence passed before I
realized he was on the phone.
	"It doesn't matter if he's young.  I need to stay with him."  I
opened one eye inconspicuously, and drew in a quick breath.  Ian stood at
the foot of the bed, his back to me.  His body was clad only in a tight
pair of boxers.  I tried to look away, but I couldn't.  I ran my eyes up
and down his muscular body, craving him.

	He finally looked over his shoulder, and I tried to quickly shut my
eyes.  He smiled slyly, and turned around.
	"I'm going to have to call you back, Ashley." He said, then closed
his phone.  I sat up, trying to pretend as though I had just woken up.
	"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." He played.  I faked a tired smile,
then wiped my eyes.  He rolled his eyes, and sat on the bed.
	"Listen, I need to go out of town for a day.  Promise me you
won't..." He trailed off.  I'm assuming he stopped because of the look on
my face.  Why did I have to be such a clingy freak?

	"No, just continue," I said, forcing a smile.
	"Yeah, I have to go out of town for...business." He said.  I nodded
reluctantly, then messed with the covers.  I had only known the man for
what, three days, yet I felt drawn to him.  Like he was the sun, and I was
the planets.  Crappy analogy, I know.  He stood up, trying to find his
shirt.  That's when I realized why I wasn't in my room.  Not that I would
prefer mine to his, but it finally clicked.

	I touched my head and winced.  A small lump was there, throbbing.
I had fallen out of his car, hit the pavement, and passed out.  My heart
pounded, my breath quickening.
	"Did you pick me up?" I asked.
	"What?"
	"When I fell out of your car, did you carry me here?"
	"Yeah, why?"
	"Oh, I was just wondering." I smiled.  Surprisingly, this one
wasn't fake.  He had carried me home.  I was just, you know, too much in
pain to remember it.

	Moments later, he finished getting ready.
	"So I'll see you in two days," I smiled.  Fake.
	"Yeah, I guess so." He replied.  He looked around a moment, before
he grabbed a key.
	"It's my room key." He said.  I nodded, and set it on the night
stand.  He walked to the door and opened it.
	"Later." He said.
	"Bye."

	He shut the door, and I jumped up to lock it.  I replayed the scene
over again in my head.  We hit a patch of ice, and I fell out of the car.
I had pulled the handle to open the door.  The handle to open the locked
door.  My heart began pounding again, realizing that something wasn't
right.  How did I fall out of a locked door?  I remembered trying to get in
it, and Ian pointed out that his door was unlocked.  I know that that door
was locked.  But how did it open?  And what role did Ashley play into the
situation?  Ex?  Sister?  Who was she, and why did she know about me?

	I stood up, and searched for my pants.  Woah.  I'm pretty sure I
was wearing pants when I fell out of Ian's car.  It's likely that...  No.
Ian did not take my pants off.  It's not the time to pop a hard one.  At
least not right now.  I pulled off Ian's button up- another woah.  He had
carried me back to the hotel...shirtless?  Thoughts raced through my mind,
images of him shirtless again, carrying my limp body.  God.

	I shook the thoughts out of my head, and pulled on my shoes.  I
needed to ask Ashley how she knew about Ian and I, and what she was talking
about on the phone with Ian.  I pulled a cap over my head, and wrapped a
scarf around my neck.  After exiting the lobby, I trudged through the snow.
The ice crunched beneath me.

	I could feel the snow seeping through my pants, and I cursed it.  I
could see the Dunkin' Donuts a few yards away, so I began running.  I
pulled the door open, gasping for breath.  I sat down at the bar, and
tapped on the bell.  I stared at the back room, waiting for Ashley to
appear.  Only she didn't.  Judy came out with a smile on her face.

	"Hello again," She smiled.
	"Hey.  Do you know when Ashley's going to get here?" I asked.
	"Ashley took a day off to go somewhere with Ian Mitchell." She
replied innocently.
	Confusion was the first emotion to hit me.  Ian said it was
business.  Now that I think about it, I had no idea what Ian did for a
living.  Probably Ashley.  Skank.

	Anger was next.  He had lied to me, telling me that he was just
doing business.  Yeah, I have a good idea what kind of "business" he's
doing.

	Next was jealousy.  I thought Ian was coming on to me when he asked
me to breakfast.  I guess not.

	Finally, the icing on the cake was pain.  I jumped up from my
chair, and ran through the door.  My feet barely came up from the snow, but
I didn't stop.  My foot caught hold of something, and I tumbled into the
snow.  I hated Ian.  I hated Ashley.  I hated the fact that I cared about
him.  He was only a stranger.  He shouldn't be that important to me, but he
was.  I didn't need him.  Anger coursed through me, my skin prickling.  I
wanted to kill both of them, tear them apart.  I shook for a minute,
shocked that I was capable of thinking such things.  No, I thought.  I
don't hate Ian.  I like him, a lot even.  I battled myself for a moment,
hating and liking Ian.  Ashley did this.  She was the reason Ian left.
That little tramp is the reason I can't trust Ian.  I cried, tears rolling
down my face.  Why was I being such a bitch?  My body convulsed for a
second, and then I stopped crying.  The anger drained out of me.

	Sorrow was now filled with emptiness.  I wasn't cold.  I wasn't
upset.  I was numb.  I lie in the snow, hoping I could just stay here for
ever.  I wanted to succumb to the numbness, to stay and wait for something
to happen.  I just wanted to pass away, and that's what scared me the most.

If you have any questions, comments, or constructive criticism, you can
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