AllFreeNovel
Share Us
4
Sam
There was no doubt in my mind that Bob was ignoring my calls and texts. He knew that I was pissed and didn’t want to hear me cussing him out. He deserved that and a hell lot more. This wasn’t just about him pulling a prank on me. I couldn’t forget the look on Randi’s face last night. She’d been totally embarrassed by the entire situation.
So was I.
It wasn’t the fact that I had a room designed just for sex. I loved sex just as much as the next person. What I didn’t like was the lack of control over what happens in my own home. Bob crossed a line and whether he liked it or not, he and I needed to have a serious conversation about what he did.
There was a knock on my front door and I knew it had to be Randi. I slipped my cellphone into my jean pocket and went to answer it. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see her standing there in a white summer dress and sandals. Her hair was down, and she didn’t have any glasses on as she had yesterday.
How was it that I hadn’t seen how…beautiful she was yesterday? Maybe it was because she’d caught me off guard. Pretty much she’d been a trespasser in my home and she should count her blessings that I hadn’t called the police. Seeing her now, I was glad I hadn’t reacted worse than I had.
“You look…lovely,” I said honestly.
She smiled and her blue eyes gleamed. “Thank you. Are you ready to go?”
I nodded, now looking forward to dinner out with her more than I anticipated. “Why don’t we take my truck, and we can talk on the way to the restaurant.”
“Sounds good. Where are we going?” she asked as we walked to my vehicle.
I had planned something simple, like pizza. Seeing her dressed up made me want something…more. “There is this amazing seafood restaurant in Weekapaug. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat and take a walk on the beach afterwards?”
“It sounds lovely, but I thought you wanted to pack up that room and get it back to…its original condition,” she said.
You don’t look like you came prepared to work.
My eyes must’ve given away my thoughts because she responded saying, “I brought a change of clothes. They’re in my car. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t have your house back to the way you like it. If it’d be better, we can skip dinner and I can go and start on the room immediately.”
“Absolutely not! I promised you dinner and I’m a man of my word. Unless you tell me that you don’t like seafood, I think we should head down to the beach where we can sit and talk about this more comfortably.”
She hesitated, but finally nodded and climbed into the truck. It was only about forty minutes to the beach from my home but I didn’t want to spend this time talking about the room, or Bob. I wanted to learn about her.
“I know we didn’t get much of a chance to talk last night so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself,” I said.
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
Are you married?
“Have you always owned your own business?” It seemed like a safe place to start especially if she wanted to ask me the same question.
“No. I only started my business a couple of years ago. Before that, I was a kindergarten teacher.”
I took my eyes off the road briefly, looked at her as though she might be joking, and turned my attention to the road again once I realized she wasn’t.
“That sounds like one hell of a drastic career change,” I said.
“Yes, it is. But I’d been a teacher for almost twenty-five years. I loved it, but every day spent with five-year-old children is far from easy. By the end of day, I would go home and all I would want was to put on my pajamas and crawl into bed. When I turned forty-nine, it hit me. I needed to make a change.”
“What made you choose becoming a sex room designer?” I couldn’t even guess what her response would be.
“That’s a funny story.”
“We have plenty of time. I’d love to hear it,” I prodded.
She sighed. “I needed funding to be able to open my own business. When I went to the state for assistance, they didn’t have much to offer me. So, I did some research on what I could do that there were funds available for. I stumbled across this huge grant to open a business in design. I am no architect or anything like that, but I do have an eye for color and style.”
I didn’t see what was so funny yet. There had to be a lot more to the story. “Still not explaining how sex rooms came into play,” I stated.
