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I mutter to myself in annoyance. Somehow, this is all Reese’s fault. He’s the one with the trashy reputation; he’s the one who has an assistant that knows entirely too much about his personal business; he’s the one who had a kid that put me in this situation in the first place.
I don’t care if it’s dramatic—I’m annoyed.
I look high and low. The only places I don’t venture near are Reese’s bedroom and his office. But as my search continues to come up empty, I think I might have to cross into forbidden territory.
I look at the time on my phone. Maybe I can catch him before he shuts himself away and does whatever it is he does when he’s avoiding me like the plague.
I groan. I’m going to have to ask Reese. He’ll probably make fun of me. Or pull a Paula and think it’s flirting or something.
You could always just forget about the bulb.
I could. I could wait until Gladys comes around and ask her while Reese is at practice. Boom, problem solved. But then I would have to explain why I didn’t just ask the day before and I don’t think that wily old cougar will buy any of my lies for so much as a second. And when she does, then I’m back at square one.
I go to his office first. I press my ear to the door, seeing if I can hear any clicking from a keyboard, or sounds from his computer. Sometimes, when I’ve passed it, he has hockey games running. I can’t tell if that’s dedication or obsession.
There’s nothing but silence.
Alright. The coast is clear to check his room then.
I go back upstairs. His bedroom is at the opposite end of the house from mine and Violet’s. Maximal distance between us and him, which does not feel accidental. I’ve avoided going down there, but the closer I get, the curiouser I get.
His office is full of hockey memorabilia. What will his room be full of?
I’m filled with thoughts of black furniture and red walls. Of leather riding cops and pink fur handcuffs. Reese seems like the kind of person who’d like a little bit of kink in his life. Would all the women he’s been with be into it, too? I know I can’t be the first one to wander down this hall. How many came down through their own curiosity, and how many had Reese tossed over his shoulder to throw into his bed to ravage?
When I actually step into the space, the drastic difference between my imagination and reality hits me like a brick.
It’s… normal.
Incredibly, boringly normal.
His décor is simple. Dark gray sheets cover a Texas-king-size bed, and matching curtains hang from the windows all the way down to the floor. Whereas his office was full of memorabilia, this place is just simple. Clean and simple.
Ironically, the lack of stuff makes me more curious. You can learn a lot from the things a person keeps close to them in their bedroom. This gives the air of functionality more than anything.
Maybe the only function for his room is sex. Straight forward, no bits and bobs.
A flush heats my face. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I can’t be mad at Paula for her assumptions if my mind is going to go there.
I shouldn’t feel so hot and bothered and I shouldn’t think about the other night in the shower. But I can’t seem to help it.
By the way, you have a beautiful body.
It wasn’t even that nice of a compliment. Just a horny one. Still, it’s hard to not be flattered by the fact that someone like Reese, who probably has dozens of supermodel-like women on call at all times, found something he likes about me.
I wonder what else he finds pretty about me. There’s an almost narcissistic desire to have him admire the nice dip of my waist. How silken soft my hair is. My eyes.
“Well, well, well.”
I jump and nearly scream. A sliver of light grows into a spill of warm glow into Reese’s room. I turn towards it, seeing a door open. Steam spills out of the frame from a bathroom. Reese stands there, bathed in light and puffs of steam.
And he is completely naked.
My eyes drop down before I can command myself to stare ahead. He’s got a beautifully sculpted body. Muscles trail downward, the perfect mile markers leading right between his legs where the most sizable manhood I have ever seen in my life rests.
He’s not even hard, but it’s still jaw-droppingly massive. That thing goes inside of people?!
“Sorry. If I knew I was expecting company, I’d have dressed for the occasion.”
