Me: While I appreciate the apology, it’s too little too late for another chance. I’m with Mark.
Unknown: Is it serious?
Me: Yes.
Unknown: What if he wasn’t in the picture? Would you reconsider?
Me: Honestly, no.
Unknown: We’ll see.
Me: There is nothing you can do that will ever change my mind.
I expect another answer, but he doesn’t text again. His messages leave a sour taste in my mouth. I grab my strawberry lemonade water and sip on it with a scowl. Time to get back to work.
???
I drag my butt through the door at four-thirty, but I’m excited because Mark’s truck is already here. I had shown him where my key was this morning when he had asked if I kept a spare. I am greeted with a delicious smell of roasting chicken wafting from the kitchen that has my belly growling in response.
“Mmmm, that smells delicious!” I all but growl from the entryway as I kick off my shoes.
“It won’t be ready for another hour or so still.” He walks around the corner and smiles at me. “Hi, Bella.”
“Hi, handsome,” I quip back. “What time did you get here?” I ask as I follow him back into the kitchen.
“I took a half day. I was too distracted and wanted to surprise you.”
“What had you all distracted?” I ask cheekily, already knowing the answer but still curious to hear what he’ll say. He opens the fridge door and pulls out a chilled bottle of red. He grabs two glasses, that he already had sitting out, off of the counter and brings them to the island to fill.
“Oh, you know, this gorgeous girl who rocked my socks off last night with a private peep show and a blowjob to rival all blowjobs.”
I feel the blush creeping up my neck as he passes my glass to me.
“Wow, I’m jealous. Tell me more anyway.”
He chuckles darkly.
“I figured tonight I’d return the favor.”
“Who said I’m letting you leave to go entertain her?”
“Mmmm… I won’t have to leave to do that.” He takes a healthy sip and eyes me closely like he’s making a plan. “Toss your hair up, and let’s get sudsy to relax some muscles. You had a long day, and we have time to kill til dinner’s ready.”
“That doesn’t sound like too shabby of an idea.”
He grabs both wine glasses and takes off down the hall.
“It’s a great idea.”
I start untucking my shirt from my skirt as I watch him out of the corner of my eye while he turns on the shower to start warming. He brings back my glass and hands it to me for a sip while he starts unzipping my skirt. I allow him the pleasure of stripping me down.
“Gimme and go get in,” he commands, taking the glass from my hands.
“Bossy,” I tease as I gather my hair up into a bun and secure it with the elastic that had been around my wrist. I climb into the shower and sigh at how amazing the water feels rolling down my skin. Mark struts in naked and sets something down on the floor next to the shower door, but I can’t see it. It’s probably a wine glass. He climbs in with me, smiling mischievously.
“What’s that smile for?”
“You’re naked.”
