CHAPTER NINETEEN
ZANDER
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Iwrap the large bathtowel around my body, brush my teeth with Courtney’s spare toothbrush, and then lean on the bathroom counter as I stare at myself in the mirror.
What the hell am I doing here?
The thought had flickered around in my mind all day, but I pushed it away.Even while watching her cooking an omelet...naked.While she sat on my knee feeding it to me while I finger fucked her.
And once or twice as she loaded the dishwasher, bending over so I could see her glistening pussy.
There was no fucking way I was leaving.
But this couldn’t go on past today...Fine, tomorrow.
That’s what you said the first night.
Shut up, brain!
I’ll need to leave in the dark, so while I’m here, I’m making the most of it.I dry off and dress in my freshly washed clothes—how Courtney did that without me knowing, I don’t know—and head out to the living room.She’s on the sofa with her feet tucked under her, flicking through some papers.
I walk over, kiss her forehead, then walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
What the hell?
I watch the water as it flows over the edge of the glass because I’m too shocked by what I just did to turn the tap off.
I don’t kiss women’s foreheads.
What is wrong with me?I’m playing house with my client, fucking her without condoms and kissing her like she’s the woman I’m going to spend my life with.
If I wanted to play with fire, perhaps I could have taken up bungee-fucking-jumping instead.Or cave diving?
Whatever.
Perhaps I’m having an early mid-life crisis.I should reach out to one of the boys and talk to them, but Idon’twant to snap out of this.
