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No longer is she screaming out. She’s feeling weak as I am right now. I have a room set up for her as soon as I get my breath back. I expect to lift her and lay her down. In her own room. I want her again and again. I intend to enjoy every part of this weekend, not just because of the deal, but because there’s something about Scarlett. Not just her beauty or curvaceous body. She’s bringing a craving out of me. One that I never even knew existed until now.
Chapter Eight
Scarlett
I feel as if every piece of me is hurting, but I can’t wipe this smile off my face. It’s as if he’s uplifted me into a different zone. One that I didn’t even know existed. Sex with Sam was mechanic, but I thought that it was love. I knew after he dumped me that it couldn’t have been love but the idea of being with someone and having no connection with them. It didn’t make sense to me.
No conversation or anything and being so blown away by having sex with them is something that I’d never thought was possible until now.
I curl up in the bed, the one he laid me down in like a delicate flower. I should get up, my stomach’s growling and I just remembered that apart from the text to tell Gretchen that I arrived at the house, she doesn’t know about my whereabouts. Then again as far as she’s concerned I’m at Aunt Betty’s house.
I sit up and take in my surroundings, which includes my naked body. I’ve kept it hidden under sweats as if it was something to be ashamed about, but he made me feel like a Princess. He delicately touched it and even spanked my ass like a naughty girl.
I use the pillow to cover my face. As I stand up and move towards the window. I shake my head at the idea of drawing the curtains and discovering that a nosey neighbor could see me in my birthday suit. Then again, what do I care?
It’s not as if I’m coming back here again.
I’m sure that once Joshua has finished playing with me then he’ll dismiss me like a piece of trash. I’m pulling back the curtains and not concentrating on the door. Someone’s knocking and by the time the door swings open I do the craziest thing. I use the curtains to cover my body. Just in case it’s not Joshua.
God! Just say he has a wife or something? What the hell am I going to do?
“Hello,” a faint voice says as I stand frozen behind the curtains. I don’t even know what side of the house this room is facing, I just know that the woman who’s coming in the room can’t see me completely naked.
I have no clothes. Damn! I should have run behind the other door. I’m sure that must be the bathroom or something, then again, this room’s as big as Gretchen’s living room.
“Hello,” I whisper back. “I’m not dressed!”
She’s by the door, a short Hispanic woman all in white pants and a matching shirt.
“I’m Asun, Mr. Moore’s housekeeper. He had to go out this morning and he said that I should check in on you.”
“Oh,” I say, disappointed that he’s not going to stay here the whole weekend and then I shake my head at the idea that I’m thinking about him as more than being someone who loves having sex.
I couldn’t be any different to any of the other women that he’d played with in his room. I needed to get it out of my head if I thought any differently about what happened between us.
“Yes, don’t worry he won’t be too long.”
I nod my head thinking that the idea of being in his house and not being able to see him feels a bit weird, especially because I have no clothes.
She smiles and I can tell that she’s just as uncomfortable as I am at the moment.
“I just came to tell you that I’m making lunch.”
I nod thinking great, I’m hungry but I can’t eat, because I haven’t got any clothes.
“Okay so there’s towels and a robe in the bathroom,” she points to the right of me.
“And in the closet, you’ll find all your clothes.”
“My clothes?”
“Yes, but how did they get here?”
She shrugs, “I don’t know but Mr. Moore wanted me to tell you that you have clothes in there.”
Then there’s a moment of awkward silence as I try and digest it all. He has my clothes in the house, when I told him that I only had that dress. He didn't say anything. Also, the whole thing was nuts, because I jumped in his car thinking that we were going on a date. When he told me that we weren’t I didn’t even think about clothes. There were too many things going on in my mind. Like the fact that he said that we were going to have a fucking weekend.
“Miss, is there anything else?”
