Surrender by Rue Volley

experienced before, and even though some whacked-out flu was going through campus, I seemed to just be tired. Then one day I woke up after my one-hundredth dream of him bending me over and shoving his large cock into me and I snapped. Not snapped, as in crazy off my rocker shit, but snapped as in I could not deny him any longer. I also knew that I wanted to write more, I missed Lia and her search for sexual freedom. I missed the vampires and the mystery. I wanted to know, just like any reader would what the hell was going to happen so I got up, got dressed…went to my class on a rainy Friday and lingered after Keegan finished his class. Then I stood up, walked right up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and looked at me, his expression not one of irritation, but more one of relief that I finally chose to speak to him again.
    “Dinner,” I said and he smiled. A smile that told me I was totally fucked and did I care? I wasn’t even sure that I did any more. All I did know is he made me feel something I had never felt before and although it may sound crazy, it was the truth.
    He leaned towards me. “Not very convincing.”
    I took a breath and then spoke.  “I would love to go out to dinner with you.”
    “I am a teacher,” he whispered.
    I smiled and leaned into his ear, “I just don’t care.”
    I leaned back and started to walk. He grinned as he watched me walk away.
    “Where?”
    I turned and walked backwards. “Black Tie, on Fifth and Patterson, eight o'clock,” I said and he grinned as I turned back and closed my eyes.
    What the fuck have I done?

Chapter Eight
    Dinner Time
     

I stepped into the bar and looked around. It was the one I had used in my book. The same bar in which the fantasy threesome had taken place and as I looked down at my only black cocktail dress, I had to grin. If anyone could say they were living a fantasy, it may be me at this point. All I knew about Keegan was that I felt something for him, something so strong. I dreamed of him every night, so much so I felt as if we were already together. I know it may sound crazy, but he had lingered in my mind for weeks and I just could not shake him. 
    I walked towards the bar and slid into the tall black chair. The bartender looked young and familiar. He was the same one I had stolen for the book's scene and I grinned, the tip of my tongue flicking out and licking my upper lip. I was thirsty, but for a drink, maybe not. Maybe thirst should be replaced with hunger . I smiled as he walked over to me and I nodded to him. The dim light in the bar made it very inviting and I had been here a couple of times with Gemma. She preferred the loud bars near campus though, where I preferred this one, which was calmer and filled with people who were not going to college. I cannot lie and say that I chose this place on accident. One, it was private, and two…I was intrigued to bring Keegan to a place I had written him into, without him even knowing it.  Naughty? Perhaps. Did I care? Not one bit.
    “Martini, dry.” I said as the bartender nodded to me. I felt a hand to my back and smiled. I turned, there she was, the woman from my book. Her red hair beautifully pulled to one side and draped over her pale shoulder. I opened my mouth and she leaned in and whispered to me. The shock stealing any ability I may have to speak.
    “Would you happen to have a smoke?” I blinked a couple of times as she stood up and looked me over. My confusion was clear. She could see it all over my face. If I knew any better, I would think I was dreaming. I discretely reached down and pinched my arm, the small tinge of pain telling me I was definitely awake…but how? How could she be here? The odds were astronomical. I created her, she was a construct of my own dreams, put to paper…or screen, I should say. Her voice, everything…exactly the same.
    “No?” she added in her thick French accent.
    “I don’t…I mean…” Just then, a cigarette came into view