Page 85 of The Bad Husband

“She’s playing you,” he says, unfazed.

“She was in my room.”

“So did Livia, and the maids.”

“There are fresh flowers in my room. Did you ask them to put them in there?”

“No.”

“So she put them there. She wanted to make sure I saw the note.”

“She might do stuff like that from time to time.”

“She’s creepy.”

He touches me a little harder, and I lose my train of thought.

“She might do something worse than that to me,” I say.

He shakes his head with confidence.

“She has no reason to. If she did that, she’d get killed,” he says dryly. I tense up. “She’s not dumb,” he goes on.

“I don’t like her to walk into my room when I’m not there. What if she’s watching us right now?”

He laughs as he strokes my pussy.

“How come you didn’t know about this?” I ask.

“I’m not checking the footage every single day.”

“Is there a camera in my room?”

“No. The hallways are under surveillance, though. I’ll look.”

“How can you be so sure that she’s not running surveillance in the house?”

My hands are on his shoulders, which is hardly casual if anyone cared to look in our direction.

“She can’t do it. It’s my place. I have it swept for bugs every day.”

I start to relax.

“You do believe in doing things every day?”

“I like doing things every day,” he says with a lustful look on his face. “I love doing things to you.”

He lowers his eyelids, a playful smile arching his lips.

“Leave the door open for me tonight,” he murmurs, almost inaudible. “I might visit you.”

Smiling, I pull back a little and lower my lips to his ear.

“Don’t be late,” I whisper, and then his hand peels off from between my legs, and I collect my water and move out of the kitchen, with no clear answers, only stirred-up desires.

LILA

I get to my room, slide on my pajamas, and tuck myself under the covers.