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I start to step out of my jeans before she notices I am in there with her. She gasps, whirling around with her arm across her chest like she has something to hide.
“What are you doing in here?” It’s obvious what I’m doing. I don’t even bother answering her as I back her up into the shower.
“I’m going to wash you, babe, and then I’m going to eat you. And then I’m going to take you back to your bed and I’m going to fuck you.”
I reach around her to grab the loofah which is hanging on the wall behind her and pour her soap onto it. Peppermint fills the entire bathroom and as I start to make good on my promise, Addie’s protest dies on her lips.
November 4, 2014
Monday has never felt so good. It’s been three weeks since Simon and I slept togeth
er; we’ve been inseparable since. Sex with him is incredible. There is no ego between us. He likes that I know what I want, and he demands I give him what he wants, too. He’s rough and soothing at the same time; I am glad I work out because he has so much stamina. I spent Sunday morning in bed with Simon. He fucked me three times before he left to go home.
After he left, I had spent the rest of the day trying to focus on work I had to prepare for the week. My time in his office was coming to an end. I have two weeks left to finish my analysis and present my findings and opinion to Montiva. So much is riding on this piece of the project; I really needed to focus.
Cara texted at 5pm, said she wanted to meet for dinner and, after full day’s work, I was game. We met at our favorite tapas restaurant, Il Pirata, in Mayfair. It’s like a museum on the inside with artwork adorning every single piece of walls. The food is incomparable and the wine is cheap but good. We eat here regularly and are seated at our usual table, a little two-seater in a secluded corner, when we arrive.
She is leaving in a week, and I am in denial. I’m so happy for her. She has worked hard, and I know an opportunity like this doesn’t come along twice in a lifetime. There isn’t even a small part of my heart that is sad she is taking it. I will just miss her. So, every time she calls me, I drop what I’m doing for her.
Dinner was fabulous. She talked about Louis a lot. Things between them are serious now, and the prospect of leaving, even if it’s just a two-hour train ride, has her torn. She is going of course, but Louis’ career is here and the Paris ballet is well… there.
This was obviously weighing heavily on her mind because she didn’t once ask me about Simon and the abrupt change in our relationship. I didn’t mind at all. I want to keep what’s happening between us to myself. It feels special and sweet; I don’t want anything to touch it.
I’m smiling from ear to ear as I step on the elevator of Montiva’s office building. My smile dies as soon as I see Matthew step into the elevator, too. I want step back out, but I refuse to let him intimidate me.
“Good morning, Addie.” He sneers at me when the doors close, and it’s clear no one else will be joining us.
“Good morning.” I don’t bother looking at him. I am already holding my phone, and so I unlock it and begin swiping through my e-mail.
His chuckle is contemptuous and dry. But he doesn’t say another word to me on our way to their floor. He moves to stand so close to me I can feel his breath fanning the hair on my neck. Again, I refuse to be intimidated, and I don’t move. The ride has never felt so long and when we reach the twenty-fifth floor, my skin is crawling.
When the door opens, it takes all my willpower to not sprint off. As I walk down the hall to my office, he calls after me. “Have a great day, Miss Dennis.”
His use of my last name causes me to pause and look back at him, but he is walking casually down the hallway in the opposite direction.
I try to shake off the unease that has settled around me and make my way to my office.
I remember Simon is probably already in his office and a flitter of nervous excitement hits my stomach. We had a very sweet text exchange before bed last night, but things are so new. We decided to keep our relationship status to ourselves for now, so no one at work knows about us.
My phone lights up and my thoughts are immediately drawn away from Simon to the other pressing personal matter in my life. My father and his fugitive status. Agent Walker’s number illuminates my screen, and I decide to take her call.
“Yes, Agent Walker?” I don’t bother disguising my irritation.
“Miss Dennis, there has been a development.” She doesn’t waste time on the niceties either. “Your father’s identity has been confirmed and we are working with the government of the country where he is currently domiciled to extradite him to the United States”
The room tilts. I start walking quickly towards my office and once inside, shut the door.
“Why are you calling me? What has any of this got to do with me?” I try to sound nonchalant, but I am struggling to catch my breath. What the hell is going on? They found him? Now?
“He’s in Syria.” She says this like it’s supposed to explain something.
I am not surprised. It is the country of his birth. I can’t believe he’s been there all this time.
“Isn’t that the first place you looked for him when he went missing? How did you miss this?”
“We didn’t look there. It seemed like the last place he would go. He hasn’t lived in Syria since he was a very young boy, he has little family there, and honestly, we thought he would have gone somewhere less obvious.”
I roll my eyes. “Again, what has this got to do with me, Agent Walker?”
