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She’s silent. I’m leaned in but her chin is pointed down so I can’t see her expression. I wait, my lips at her earlobe. I listen to her breathe. Her breathing sounds labored. I inhale, fill my lungs with Jada. As I release the breath, I whisper, “You smell good.”
She’s still but I swear her breathing has changed again.
“Want me to go away? Or you want me to take you to bed? How about we go forget all our troubles for a while?”
I back up and assess her face.
She’s staring into space. She’s sucking on her bottom lip. Her palms are planted against the wall on either side of her thighs.
I lean in again and run my nose across the ridge of her ear and inhale her again.
Her eyes meet mine. And in them, I see heat. I see want.
I’m about to find out if I’m right. Either she’ll submit to this or she’ll push me away.
37
Jada
I feel like I’m probably going to hate myself in the morning. He’s certainly not going to respect me once the sun rises. But I can’t make myself do anything but wait. Wait for Austin to make the next move.
He’s searching my face as his mouth gets closer to mine.
He must see something, something that lets him know I’m not going to say no, not going to slap his face, not going to run the other way, because the hand not holding my panties from Saturday night grabs my right hand and then tugs, pulling me into the closest bedroom. My room.
We’re in and the door clicks shut, and immediately, my face is in his hands, those underwear floating to the carpet.
“We have a problem, Miss Sweetheart,” he tells me.
I don’t respond at first, but then a slap rings across my ass. Not only does it sting, jolting me out of a trance, but it sends my pelvis against him. His bulge pokes me in the belly. Yes, pokes me. He’s hard.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, face dropping.
I stare, wondering if he’s changing his mind about this.
“What’s the problem?” I whisper.
“Condoms.”
“Condoms?”
“Forgot them,” he mutters.
“I bought some,” I say.
His expression beams suddenly. He’s looking at me with approval.
“First time I ever bought them in my life. It was an interesting experience,” I inform.
He continues smiling at me but then his expression drops.
And it feels like I’ve done something wrong.
“Where are they?” he asks.
“The bathroom. Under the sink.”
“Be right back. Don’t move.”
He’s gone what feels like a long time, and it’s not like I buried those condoms. I set the box directly inside the cupboard figuring it was the halfway point between his room and mine. The cupboard isn’t one of those overflowing vanity cupboards like I had when I had my own place with limited storage. Being the main bathroom and therefore the guest bathroom, I keep things organized and uncluttered in there.
Finally, he’s back. He’s back with the condoms, which he drops on the table beside my bed, but he’s already pulled one out because I see it land at the edge of the bed. He’s also got a roll of paper towel and a bottle of window cleaner.
I tilt my head a little.
“Streaks on the windows over there,” he says. “See them?”
The blinds are closed.
“When was the last time these windows were cleaned, Miss Sweetheart?”
“I haven’t cleaned them,” I say. “Not since… not since maybe once when I first started working for-”
“No?” he cuts me off; his voice sounds alarmed. “You haven’t cleaned them?”
I shake my head and I do it slowly as my brain works double-duty, albeit slowly, processing that this is a role-playing thing. I feel dense.
Chapter four. He hasn’t even read chapter four; or has he?
“Unacceptable, Miss Sweetheart,” he states, backing me up to the window, grabbing the cord and pulling the blinds wide. “Maybe we should have you do it now while I supervise. Make sure you do it correctly.”
This is another room with a nearly floor-to-ceiling window, a similar view to the one in his bedroom, of the park, but I don’t wanna look at it from right up against the window. It gets me woozy. I know it’s a well-built place, but the fact that nearly the whole wall is just window freaks me out. How much weight plus force can be pressed against glass before it breaks? Austin’s looking at me like he’s planning on exerting a whole lot of force with his pelvis.
There’s enough light coming in now that I’ve got a good view of him. Moonlight and lights from the city make him look almost like an ethereal being to me, his skin glowing, his eyes blazing despite the dimness. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.
He reaches for me and his warm, strong fingers grip my hips. I watch him do this as a swallow works down my throat and then I’m being turned by my hips to face the window. He walks us another step forward and my breasts are touching glass. “I’m gonna show you once, the correct method, and then you’re gonna clean these windows while I supervise. Supervise you cleaning them while my cock is inside you.”
