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“And if you’re not?” I asked.
“Then I’m not.”
“So, you’re saying you’re finished with my punishment?” I asked.
“Really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
His arrogance made me feel two inches tall, while at the same time raising my sexual arousal through the roof.
“I guess I’d better go home and lick my wounds,” I said, trying to smile.
He didn’t smile in return; instead his stare bore right through me, penetrating me with its
chilling cold, so that I shivered from my teeth to my toes until I was well away from his office building.
Chapter Eleven
Shuffling through some papers in my office, I was aware of a deadline bearing down on me that I couldn’t ignore. My last weeks with Reggie had put me behind in a lot of things. I was beginning to think that I’d better put aside the whole horror of my broken relationship and my half-ass attempts to repair it through this absurd punishment, lest everything in my life turn to shambles.
The picture of Will’s face was constantly in my mind, though I wasn’t sure sometimes whether it was a pleasant daydream, or a hellish nightmare. Having obsessed on him so much, when I looked up from my desk and saw Will standing in front of me, I first thought it was my imagination again and assumed it was just another daydream creation. And when I saw his classically warm smile staring down at me, I must have really looked like a dunce just staring back opened mouthed, in awe.
“Hi,” I finally managed, fully expecting this apparition of my estranged lover to disappear.
“I think it’s time to talk,” he said.
“Really?”
He nodded, that lovely air of charming insouciance kidnapped me instantly, my stomach fluttering as madly as it had the night we first met. He wore the same endearing expression when he rescued me on the stairs of our apartment building. That night he’d taken me in and nurtured my battered ego as much as he nurtured my scuffed knee. With no effort at all, I flashed back to the night I lost my virginity to him days after we met. That provocative move had sealed my fate for several years. Looking at him in the doorway of my office now, he looked at me so kindly, I hoped that Will was thinking about the same things.
“I’d like to talk,” I told him. My heart was leaping to its feet, and I was quickly fast-forwarding to pictures of us back in bed that very night. Though still smarting from Reggie’s quick put-down days before, I was not about to assume anything. “Would you like to come to dinner?” I offered.
“No, I don’t think we’re ready for anything that civil,” he said.
I nodded as if I understood, though I had no idea what he really meant, and I was disappointed by the refusal.
“I’ll stop by,” he offered instead. There was a smile on his face, but it was not as comfortable as it should have been, as if he was still smarting from the hurt he’d suffered from me. It was such a subdued expression, not at all like Will, who was normally much more animated whether he was in a good mood or bad. I wasn’t at all comfortable with this more restrained side of him.
As he walked away, I realized that his presence shocked all my bodily desires into action again. His tight compact build moved with such grace. Seeing his tight ass move, it reminded me of how we’d danced together. He’d taught me how to move against him, body to body, so it almost looked as if we were screwing with our clothes on, right on a dance floor.
His brown hair had grayed only enough so that he didn’t look too young, the jaunty smirk, the spark of light in his brown eyes, the glint of the earring in his ear…all that had wooed me the second that I first laid eyes on him was doing magical things to my body one more time.
And yet, as I watched him disappear, I knew we had a long way to go to repair the damage done by my grand mistake. And as Reggie had so rudely pointed out to me, beyond that instantaneous damage, there was the larger issue of submission and control yet to be resolved. It seemed as if we still had one arduous journey before I’d get to enjoy Will’s magic again—if I ever would.
***
I waited anxiously for two days, scared to death that Will’s surprise appearance at my office was nothing more than a spontaneous whim that he no longer cared to pursue. But on the third night after, I stopped at my front hallway with a heavy bag of groceries in hand, seeing a light on in my living room—that shouldn’t have been burning. One look at the coat rack in the foyer, at the familiar brown leather jacket, and I knew it was Will.
“Gee, I almost thought you’d forgotten,” I exclaimed, as I barged happily into the living room with my bag in hand and a cheery grin. I went quickly into the kitchen to put down the grocery sack.
Will was sitting in his chair staring at me with his dark eyes giving nothing away; he was certainly not as charming as he’d been in my office. I nervously began to put away my purchases, when I heard his voice shake me awake.
“Alex, those can wait.”
“Sure,” I replied, putting down cans of tuna, and making my way through the dining room to the couch that faced him.
Sitting, I waited in the incredible mind-chilling silence that descended around us. He studied me for a time, then leaned forward in the chair, arms on his thighs, the most disarming look on his handsome face. I had no idea what was going on, at least his casual posture tried to put me at ease.
“I made a mistake with you, Alex,” he finally spoke.
