Chapter 6 More Than Just Fun

Despite my protests, I helped Clark, just like he knew I would, and we got stuck into some small talk about work. He told me more of the details about his life on the ocean, and I told him what I could about my job, too. Of course, there was only so much that I could say because of doctor patient confidentiality, but there were a few other things I could tell him. Mostly office gossip, to be fair.

"And, how's that smoking-hot piece of ass you're friends with?" he eventually asked, landing on the one subject he was most interested in. "How are things with her? Has she fallen in love with you yet?"

"Look at me," I laughed at him. "Can you imagine anyone falling in love with this?"

"Well, no," he teased as a reply. "But I do know women, and I know for a fact that they can't just continually screw someone without catching feelings. It's like a damn disease."

I shook my head instantly, wanting to shoot him down. "Hannah isn't like that. She's fun, naughty, and all she wants is a good time."

The memory of our moment in the janitor's closet filled my mind once more and a flame sparked in my stomach. Clark could think what he wanted. I knew Hannah, and I was certain that she was in for the same things I was: an agreement that gave everyone what they needed. I could give her a release, and her me, then we could go our separate ways...the way it had always been.

I recalled the moment that she started working alongside me and the second I laid my eyes on her. That blonde hair, those eyes, that rack... It was all too much. It didn't matter that I'd just come from a kinky night of fun with one of the fisherman's daughters, I knew there and then that I had to have her, and that I would be balls deep into her by the end of the day.

I instantly turned on the charm, became everything she wanted me to be, and sure enough, by that evening, we were going at it behind the bar we'd gone to for a drink. She seemed to understand the way my mind worked and what I wanted from her, which was the absolute best thing about her.

"Don't be so naive," he sneered. "They are all like that. Trust me, you'll be married within a year."

"Oh, Clark, you've had your damn fingers in the fish for far too long." I rolled my eyes at him as I spoke. "This is a new millennium; women are allowed to enjoy a healthy sex life just as much as men are!"

"We'll see. I'll bet you I have the last laugh with this one!"

Okay, Clark wasn't making me feel any better. Instead, he was giving me other shit to worry about – shit that I'd been fine with for a very long time. So, I stood up and made my excuses to go. I knew I should just tell him that I was off to see Hannah, to shut him up a bit, but I didn't want any more stick from him...especially when his words had already had a negative impact on me.

"Right, dude, I have to go. I'll see you soon, okay? Let me know when you're free."

But even as I walked away from Clark, my mind continued to tie itself up in knots. Was he right about Hannah? Would I end up with a whole bunch of complications from her? She certainly never seemed to show any emotions for me other than sexual, but could I have been missing something? I guess that for someone who spent such a long time chasing the next chick to screw, I didn't know a lot about women, after all.

I stepped into my apartment, suddenly feeling like maybe I would have been better off spending the night alone. Maybe running away from, not facing, my problems was my biggest issue, and I should have taken the time out to work on what I was feeling. That wasn't the path I'd ever taken before, but that was probably what had gotten me into the mess in the first place.

The knock on my door was so light, I could barely hear it, but I already knew it would be her. My heart sank at the prospect of having to deal with someone who could potentially be falling in love with me – feelings I could never match. Not that there was anything wrong with Hannah; she was a great girl, but she was never going to be the one for me.

I sighed deeply and went to grab another beer out of the fridge before opening the door to face her. I knew nothing had changed, but my view of our entire situation had been altered slightly by a few choice words from Clark.

But as I opened the door and she jumped on me like a sex-crazed woman, I felt the status quo return to normal. Hannah really was different; she was only in it for one thing. She simply loved sex as much as I did, and she had never done anything before to make me think things were going anywhere. I was a fool to allow Clark to get under my skin; that was probably what he wanted. He was probably just scared I was going to fall for Hannah and he would be left a bachelor alone.

Oh, how wrong he was. I wouldn't be giving up the single life soon, not for anyone. It was way too much fun.

I just needed to stop worrying; everything was going to be fine.