All I Want to Do: Always Expect the Unexpected
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Addison stood in front of her closet, staring at her clothes willing the perfect outfit to present itself.
“Hey are you ready yet?” Naomi called.
“Um, in a minute.” Addison replied.
Naomi peeked her head around the door, “You’re still in your robe!”
“I don’t have anything to wear,” Addison pouted.
“Are you kidding me? You have enough clothes to stock Saks Fifth Avenue for a month.” Naomi made herself comfortable on the bed. “Is this because of your date with your luv-ah?”
“He’s not my luv-ah! And this is not a date!”
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Then why are you so stressed about what to wear?”
“Oh, come on. I always stress about what to wear, this is no different.”
“Whatever you say, Addie.” Naomi smirked as she walked away.
Addison turned back to her closet. “It’s not a date.” She perused her closet while processing what had just happened in the last 4 days. This was ridiculous, she should not be putting this much effort into selecting an outfit. But there was something about this guy…He had managed to get under her skin and that was pissing her off. She huffed as she rejected yet another dress. So what if he was good in bed. So what if he had given her more orgasms in two hours than Steven had in two years. Sex wasn’t everything. Plus, she was very proud of the time she had spent at the gym; her tennis game had never been better.
Her mental tirade was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She considered letting it ring given that she was already running low on time, then grabbed it just before the machine picked up. “Hello?”
“Well hello, Addison.”
Addison sighed silently, “Hello, Bizzy.”
“I have left several messages for you.”
“I’m sorry; the last few days have been very hectic. I’ve-”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Bizzy interrupted. “I was very disappointed not to see you at the charity benefit last week.”
“I was invited to scrub in on a-”
“Steven was there.”
“Was he now?” Addison began banging her head against her closet door. Why hadn’t she let it go to answerphone?
“Yes. He made it a point to ask about you.”
“That’s nice.”
“He also told me about how ridiculous you have been. You instructed your doorman not to let him up? Really, Addison.”
“Bizzy.”
“Addison, it has been 4 months, whatever it is that he did, get over it.”
“Bizzy.”
“He told me how sorry he is and expressed how much he misses you.”
“Bizzy, I have to go.”
“Will you listen to me for a moment? He is from a prominent family and is one of the rapidly becoming one of the top corporate attorneys in the city. This is not a man you want to let slip through your fingers.”
“I am done with Steven, Bizzy. Now I have a party to attend so I really must let you go.”
“Oh, who is hosting the party? Is it anyone I know?”
“No. It is a med school mixer being held at a bar across the street from campus. I can assure you that no one you know will be there.”
“You never know who will be watching, so please just make sure your attire is appropriate.”
This time the sigh was audible. “Goodnight, mother.”
“Goodnight, Addison.”
Five minutes later a fully dressed Naomi plopped down on Addison’s bed, shoes in hand. “Addie, it’s already 7:30, Sam will be here any minute.”
“My face and hair are done; I just have to pick an outfit.” She was halfway through her closet and no closer to an ensemble.
“What about the new green top we bought this weekend?”
“Oh, that would be perfect.” Addison grabbed the shirt and disappeared into her bathroom. It was an emerald green halter with an asymmetrical hemline that she paired with dark wash jeans that complimented her body perfectly. She exited the bathroom and grabbed her purse, just as the doorbell rang. “Alright, let’s go.”
“Mark, come on, let’s go!” Derek glanced impatiently at his watch. He didn’t know why he was so anxious, but there was just something about this girl. After she blew him off after their night together, he really should have let her go then, but he couldn’t. When he saw her again, it just felt like fate was trying to tell him something. Perhaps, this was a girl he needed to know. In any event, he really, really wanted to know more about her. “We’re gonna be late.”
“You can’t be late to an all-night party. And chill out, you can’t rush perfection,” came the snarky reply.
“You can’t rush perfection” Derek mimicked. “Well, if we’re waiting for you to be perfected I’m going without you, because I don’t have that kind of time.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly,” Derek stated with another pointed glare at his watch.
“What’s wrong man? Afraid Red is gonna skip out on you? I wouldn’t blame her, why settle for you when she could have me?” he smirked at his best friend.
“Alright, that’s it, I’m leaving you.” Derek turned to make his way to the door of their shared apartment.
“Aww, don’t be mad,” Mark teased, trailing behind as he pulled on his leather jacket. “I promise not to steal her from you.”
“As if you could,” Derek threw over his shoulder as he pulled the door closed behind them.
The party was in full swing by the time they arrived; Addison covertly scanned the crowd, and then tried to hide her disappointment when she didn’t spot him.
Naomi noted the look on her best friend’s face and playfully linked her arm through Addison’s. “If it’s not a date, why do you look so disappointed?” At her half-hearted smile, she quickly added, “besides, the night’s still young. Let’s get some drinks.”
Ten minutes later found the trio seated at a table laughing and enjoying their drinks. A lull in the conversation found Addison searching the bar, before returning her attention back to her friends. Naomi smirked into her drink and exchanged a glance with Sam. She opened her mouth to make another comment, then her eyes widened as she saw someone walk up behind Addison.
“Hello, gorgeous.” A husky voice whispered in Addison’s ear.
Addison allowed herself a small smile and turned to face him, then immediately pulled back. “Steven?”
He smiled, “You were expecting someone else?”
“What are you doing here?” Addison asked, deftly avoiding the question.
“I missed you baby and I know you missed me,” he stated with a self-assured smile, even as she moved from his caress.
“I most certainly did not, and do not sit down,” she instructed as he pulled out a stool for himself.
“Why do you want to dance?” he asked.
“No, I don’t want to dance with you. I don’t want you here, Steven. Get out.”
“Oh, Addison, don’t be dramatic,” he replied settling himself into his seat. “Excuse me, can I get a gin and tonic, please?” he asked a passing waitress.
“Sure, I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you,” he gave her a charming smile, and tilted his head to watch her walk away.
“Oh, my…you really can’t help yourself can you?” Addison slapped his arm.
Steven shrugged then turned to look across the table, “Naomi, Sam, good to see you again.”
“Steven,” Naomi replied icily.
“Hey, man,” Sam said, accepting the proffered handshake. He turned to see Naomi’s glare. “What?”
“Why are you here?” Addison demanded.
“I wanted to see you. And you’ve made it very difficult. Henry wouldn’t even let me upstairs when I tried to stop by.”
“That’s because I had no desire to see you. Still don’t as a matter of fact. How did you even know that I was here?”
“Bizzy told me,” he said, pausing to nod his thanks at the waitress, “She couldn’t understand why you were being so difficult, and frankly neither can I.”
“Why I’m…” she gaped at him, “You cheated on me!”
“Oh, come on. That didn’t mean anything.”
“Well, it meant something to me. In fact it meant the end of our relationship.”
“It was just my secretary. We work long hours, we were tired and stressed, it was just one time. Don’t let one indiscretion ruin what we have.” He reached out and took her hand. “I love you, Addison. We look so good together; we’re meant to be.”
“Your secretary.” He nodded. “You told me she was a waitress.” His jaw dropped slightly. “Just how many women were you screwing when we were together?”
“I, um” he stuttered.
“Oh, smooth defense, counselor.” Addison sneered.
He cleared his throat, “Addison, let’s not make a scene. You don’t want to do something that you’ll regret.” He stroked her arm, “Besides, if you weren’t so frigid and consumed with your studies and paid me the attention that I needed, I would not have had to seek affection elsewhere.
Addison pushed him off her and threw her drink in his face, “You go to hell.” She slid off her stool, “And the only thing I regret is wasting perfectly good vodka on your face.” She turned to Naomi and Sam, “I’m going to get another drink.”
Addison pushed her way up to the bar and got the bartender’s attention. “Vodka and cranberry, please.” He nodded and turned to fix her drink, “Actually, skip the cranberry just the vodka. Top shelf.” He nodded again. Addison tapped her fingernails impatiently on the bar as she waited for her drink.
“You look gorgeous,” came a smooth voice in her ear.
“I thought I told you to go to hell,” she snapped, turning around to look into a pair of startled blue eyes. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Yea, it’s me.” Derek looked at her curiously, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” She shifted her weight and placed her hand on her hip, “So what do you want?”
He smiled charmingly and slid closer, “I thought we established that earlier.”
Addison rolled her eyes at that and was about to respond when the bartender interrupted her. “Vodka, straight up.”
Addison turned and grabbed her drink, “Thanks,” she said before slamming the drink in one shot.
Derek watched her with a raised eyebrow, “No wine tonight?”
“No, tonight I definitely need something stronger,” Addison stated as she signaled for another.
“Okay,” Derek said slowly. “I’ll have a scotch, thanks,” he ordered when the bartender returned. He sipped his drink as he watched Addison take two more shots in quick succession, and order another. “Hey, don’t you think you should slow down a little?”
“No, I don’t.” She gave him a look, “Feel free to walk away at any time.”
“I don’t want to walk away.”
“Fine, then I’ll walk away.” She picked up her drink and returned to her table.
“Addie-” Naomi began.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But-”
“Not now.”
“Head’s up,” Sam said nodding behind her.
Addison turned to meet Derek’s worried eyes, “Derek, this is my best friend, Naomi, and her boyfriend, Sam. Guys, this is Derek.”
“So, this is Derek,” Naomi began with a sly look, “Oh, we’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Have you now,” Derek replies with a grin at Addison.
“There’s no need to be cocky, I brag about all of my one-night stands,” Addison replied.
“What one-night stands?” Sam blurted, then shrank at the glare Addison sent him, “Sorry,” he muttered.
“So, what exactly have you heard about me?” Derek asked with a charming smile, which Naomi returned. She opened her mouth to reply, but Addison beat her to it.
“Why are you so interested? Have something to hide?” she asked with an arched brow.
“No, just flattered that two such beautiful women have been talking about me.”
Naomi beamed, while Addison scoffed. “Oh, please.”
Derek looked confused, “Excuse me?”
“Everyone has something to hide, some major flaw, so you deflecting the question with this oh-so-charming façade that you have going is just total crap.” She paused to take another shot. “And acting like you’re interested in me when we all know that you’re here to get back between my legs is bullshit.”
There was a stunned silence at the table, before Derek cleared his throat. “Addison, can I talk to you over here for a minute? Please?” he asked before walking away.
“I’m being punished for having a one-night stand,” she muttered as she followed him to a slightly less crowded corner of the bar.
Derek turned to face her, “Thank you. Look just one question and I’m out of here.”
“What?” she snapped, hand on her hip.
“Why do you hate guys so much?”
“Excuse me?” she asked incredulous.
“We just met, so I know that ain’t all about me.” Addison rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, “Wait, wait,” he said moving to block her exit. “Look, I honestly just want to get to know you better. And while the other night was amazing, it’s not just about the sex.” He stepped slightly closer to her, and tilted her head up to look into her eyes, “I like you.” She sighed and looked away from him. “So, can you for one second trust that I do like you, that I’m not some full of shit guy, and give me a chance to show you how incredible I am,” he finished with a smirk.
She stepped back and looked at him, “No.” She watched his smirk fall from his face, “I guess I’ve had my heartbroken by too many bartenders.” With that she dropped a few bills on the table to pay for her drinks and left the bar, leaving Derek standing dumbfounded in the corner.
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Addison stood in front of her closet, staring at her clothes willing the perfect outfit to present itself.
“Hey are you ready yet?” Naomi called.
“Um, in a minute.” Addison replied.
Naomi peeked her head around the door, “You’re still in your robe!”
“I don’t have anything to wear,” Addison pouted.
“Are you kidding me? You have enough clothes to stock Saks Fifth Avenue for a month.” Naomi made herself comfortable on the bed. “Is this because of your date with your luv-ah?”
“He’s not my luv-ah! And this is not a date!”
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Then why are you so stressed about what to wear?”
“Oh, come on. I always stress about what to wear, this is no different.”
“Whatever you say, Addie.” Naomi smirked as she walked away.
Addison turned back to her closet. “It’s not a date.” She perused her closet while processing what had just happened in the last 4 days. This was ridiculous, she should not be putting this much effort into selecting an outfit. But there was something about this guy…He had managed to get under her skin and that was pissing her off. She huffed as she rejected yet another dress. So what if he was good in bed. So what if he had given her more orgasms in two hours than Steven had in two years. Sex wasn’t everything. Plus, she was very proud of the time she had spent at the gym; her tennis game had never been better.
Her mental tirade was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She considered letting it ring given that she was already running low on time, then grabbed it just before the machine picked up. “Hello?”
“Well hello, Addison.”
Addison sighed silently, “Hello, Bizzy.”
“I have left several messages for you.”
“I’m sorry; the last few days have been very hectic. I’ve-”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Bizzy interrupted. “I was very disappointed not to see you at the charity benefit last week.”
“I was invited to scrub in on a-”
“Steven was there.”
“Was he now?” Addison began banging her head against her closet door. Why hadn’t she let it go to answerphone?
“Yes. He made it a point to ask about you.”
“That’s nice.”
“He also told me about how ridiculous you have been. You instructed your doorman not to let him up? Really, Addison.”
“Bizzy.”
“Addison, it has been 4 months, whatever it is that he did, get over it.”
“Bizzy.”
“He told me how sorry he is and expressed how much he misses you.”
“Bizzy, I have to go.”
“Will you listen to me for a moment? He is from a prominent family and is one of the rapidly becoming one of the top corporate attorneys in the city. This is not a man you want to let slip through your fingers.”
“I am done with Steven, Bizzy. Now I have a party to attend so I really must let you go.”
“Oh, who is hosting the party? Is it anyone I know?”
“No. It is a med school mixer being held at a bar across the street from campus. I can assure you that no one you know will be there.”
“You never know who will be watching, so please just make sure your attire is appropriate.”
This time the sigh was audible. “Goodnight, mother.”
“Goodnight, Addison.”
Five minutes later a fully dressed Naomi plopped down on Addison’s bed, shoes in hand. “Addie, it’s already 7:30, Sam will be here any minute.”
“My face and hair are done; I just have to pick an outfit.” She was halfway through her closet and no closer to an ensemble.
“What about the new green top we bought this weekend?”
“Oh, that would be perfect.” Addison grabbed the shirt and disappeared into her bathroom. It was an emerald green halter with an asymmetrical hemline that she paired with dark wash jeans that complimented her body perfectly. She exited the bathroom and grabbed her purse, just as the doorbell rang. “Alright, let’s go.”
“Mark, come on, let’s go!” Derek glanced impatiently at his watch. He didn’t know why he was so anxious, but there was just something about this girl. After she blew him off after their night together, he really should have let her go then, but he couldn’t. When he saw her again, it just felt like fate was trying to tell him something. Perhaps, this was a girl he needed to know. In any event, he really, really wanted to know more about her. “We’re gonna be late.”
“You can’t be late to an all-night party. And chill out, you can’t rush perfection,” came the snarky reply.
“You can’t rush perfection” Derek mimicked. “Well, if we’re waiting for you to be perfected I’m going without you, because I don’t have that kind of time.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly,” Derek stated with another pointed glare at his watch.
“What’s wrong man? Afraid Red is gonna skip out on you? I wouldn’t blame her, why settle for you when she could have me?” he smirked at his best friend.
“Alright, that’s it, I’m leaving you.” Derek turned to make his way to the door of their shared apartment.
“Aww, don’t be mad,” Mark teased, trailing behind as he pulled on his leather jacket. “I promise not to steal her from you.”
“As if you could,” Derek threw over his shoulder as he pulled the door closed behind them.
The party was in full swing by the time they arrived; Addison covertly scanned the crowd, and then tried to hide her disappointment when she didn’t spot him.
Naomi noted the look on her best friend’s face and playfully linked her arm through Addison’s. “If it’s not a date, why do you look so disappointed?” At her half-hearted smile, she quickly added, “besides, the night’s still young. Let’s get some drinks.”
Ten minutes later found the trio seated at a table laughing and enjoying their drinks. A lull in the conversation found Addison searching the bar, before returning her attention back to her friends. Naomi smirked into her drink and exchanged a glance with Sam. She opened her mouth to make another comment, then her eyes widened as she saw someone walk up behind Addison.
“Hello, gorgeous.” A husky voice whispered in Addison’s ear.
Addison allowed herself a small smile and turned to face him, then immediately pulled back. “Steven?”
He smiled, “You were expecting someone else?”
“What are you doing here?” Addison asked, deftly avoiding the question.
“I missed you baby and I know you missed me,” he stated with a self-assured smile, even as she moved from his caress.
“I most certainly did not, and do not sit down,” she instructed as he pulled out a stool for himself.
“Why do you want to dance?” he asked.
“No, I don’t want to dance with you. I don’t want you here, Steven. Get out.”
“Oh, Addison, don’t be dramatic,” he replied settling himself into his seat. “Excuse me, can I get a gin and tonic, please?” he asked a passing waitress.
“Sure, I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you,” he gave her a charming smile, and tilted his head to watch her walk away.
“Oh, my…you really can’t help yourself can you?” Addison slapped his arm.
Steven shrugged then turned to look across the table, “Naomi, Sam, good to see you again.”
“Steven,” Naomi replied icily.
“Hey, man,” Sam said, accepting the proffered handshake. He turned to see Naomi’s glare. “What?”
“Why are you here?” Addison demanded.
“I wanted to see you. And you’ve made it very difficult. Henry wouldn’t even let me upstairs when I tried to stop by.”
“That’s because I had no desire to see you. Still don’t as a matter of fact. How did you even know that I was here?”
“Bizzy told me,” he said, pausing to nod his thanks at the waitress, “She couldn’t understand why you were being so difficult, and frankly neither can I.”
“Why I’m…” she gaped at him, “You cheated on me!”
“Oh, come on. That didn’t mean anything.”
“Well, it meant something to me. In fact it meant the end of our relationship.”
“It was just my secretary. We work long hours, we were tired and stressed, it was just one time. Don’t let one indiscretion ruin what we have.” He reached out and took her hand. “I love you, Addison. We look so good together; we’re meant to be.”
“Your secretary.” He nodded. “You told me she was a waitress.” His jaw dropped slightly. “Just how many women were you screwing when we were together?”
“I, um” he stuttered.
“Oh, smooth defense, counselor.” Addison sneered.
He cleared his throat, “Addison, let’s not make a scene. You don’t want to do something that you’ll regret.” He stroked her arm, “Besides, if you weren’t so frigid and consumed with your studies and paid me the attention that I needed, I would not have had to seek affection elsewhere.
Addison pushed him off her and threw her drink in his face, “You go to hell.” She slid off her stool, “And the only thing I regret is wasting perfectly good vodka on your face.” She turned to Naomi and Sam, “I’m going to get another drink.”
Addison pushed her way up to the bar and got the bartender’s attention. “Vodka and cranberry, please.” He nodded and turned to fix her drink, “Actually, skip the cranberry just the vodka. Top shelf.” He nodded again. Addison tapped her fingernails impatiently on the bar as she waited for her drink.
“You look gorgeous,” came a smooth voice in her ear.
“I thought I told you to go to hell,” she snapped, turning around to look into a pair of startled blue eyes. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Yea, it’s me.” Derek looked at her curiously, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” She shifted her weight and placed her hand on her hip, “So what do you want?”
He smiled charmingly and slid closer, “I thought we established that earlier.”
Addison rolled her eyes at that and was about to respond when the bartender interrupted her. “Vodka, straight up.”
Addison turned and grabbed her drink, “Thanks,” she said before slamming the drink in one shot.
Derek watched her with a raised eyebrow, “No wine tonight?”
“No, tonight I definitely need something stronger,” Addison stated as she signaled for another.
“Okay,” Derek said slowly. “I’ll have a scotch, thanks,” he ordered when the bartender returned. He sipped his drink as he watched Addison take two more shots in quick succession, and order another. “Hey, don’t you think you should slow down a little?”
“No, I don’t.” She gave him a look, “Feel free to walk away at any time.”
“I don’t want to walk away.”
“Fine, then I’ll walk away.” She picked up her drink and returned to her table.
“Addie-” Naomi began.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But-”
“Not now.”
“Head’s up,” Sam said nodding behind her.
Addison turned to meet Derek’s worried eyes, “Derek, this is my best friend, Naomi, and her boyfriend, Sam. Guys, this is Derek.”
“So, this is Derek,” Naomi began with a sly look, “Oh, we’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Have you now,” Derek replies with a grin at Addison.
“There’s no need to be cocky, I brag about all of my one-night stands,” Addison replied.
“What one-night stands?” Sam blurted, then shrank at the glare Addison sent him, “Sorry,” he muttered.
“So, what exactly have you heard about me?” Derek asked with a charming smile, which Naomi returned. She opened her mouth to reply, but Addison beat her to it.
“Why are you so interested? Have something to hide?” she asked with an arched brow.
“No, just flattered that two such beautiful women have been talking about me.”
Naomi beamed, while Addison scoffed. “Oh, please.”
Derek looked confused, “Excuse me?”
“Everyone has something to hide, some major flaw, so you deflecting the question with this oh-so-charming façade that you have going is just total crap.” She paused to take another shot. “And acting like you’re interested in me when we all know that you’re here to get back between my legs is bullshit.”
There was a stunned silence at the table, before Derek cleared his throat. “Addison, can I talk to you over here for a minute? Please?” he asked before walking away.
“I’m being punished for having a one-night stand,” she muttered as she followed him to a slightly less crowded corner of the bar.
Derek turned to face her, “Thank you. Look just one question and I’m out of here.”
“What?” she snapped, hand on her hip.
“Why do you hate guys so much?”
“Excuse me?” she asked incredulous.
“We just met, so I know that ain’t all about me.” Addison rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, “Wait, wait,” he said moving to block her exit. “Look, I honestly just want to get to know you better. And while the other night was amazing, it’s not just about the sex.” He stepped slightly closer to her, and tilted her head up to look into her eyes, “I like you.” She sighed and looked away from him. “So, can you for one second trust that I do like you, that I’m not some full of shit guy, and give me a chance to show you how incredible I am,” he finished with a smirk.
She stepped back and looked at him, “No.” She watched his smirk fall from his face, “I guess I’ve had my heartbroken by too many bartenders.” With that she dropped a few bills on the table to pay for her drinks and left the bar, leaving Derek standing dumbfounded in the corner.
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