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“It’s okay though. You needn’t worry about your parent’s approval because we arenotfrolicking.”
From behind my shoulder, Sam’s hand brushed away the hair cascaded over my shoulder and tucked it behind my ear. Then he whispered to me. “Look at my hand.”
I peeked at the hand he had just set on my shoulder.
“My other hand, sunshine.”
Then I looked down at his other hand set high up on my thigh and halfway beneath my skirt. If he dared move his fingers just a nudge, his fingertips could trace the outline of my panties. Oh, dear. Hadn’t he prompted me to look, I wouldn’t have noticed that my body, sitting like a fetus, was settled between his thighs and that his dick was nuzzled to my tail. Maybe because I was a little too much at ease with him. Or maybe because I was too comfortable relishing in the surrounding warmth of his body.
“Lucille, I’m holding your body so close between my legs and you’re not complaining. I say we are frolicking.”
Fuck, we are. But we’re friends. Friends don’t do that. Friends share stories about their families like we just did. They don’t touch inappropriately. I should know that. Did that once already withanotherfriend and it didn’t go so well. I shouldn’t let my friendship with Sam be anything more than just that. I needed him in my life and I needed to keep him in the friendzone. Nothing else.
But what if I wanted more? Did I want more? This man had plainly declared he wasn’t up for anything with any woman. Why would he want anything with me? I was his employee. I could mess with ‘his core’. He didn’t want that. And I didn’t want any messing with mine, whatever my core was. But the sex with Sam was great. It felt good. Amazing. Maybe we could resume our frivolous affair just to sate our libido? I should give in to his strip poker invite. I could probably orgasm from watching him undress alone. What the hell are you thinking, Lucy? Friends don’t do that. Nobody did that with their boss either. Our friendship was a wonderful relief to our common loneliness but it was risky.
Maybe Sam and I should talk about this. We should put a label on our relationship and stick with it. I should ask him.
But right now, here, with him, cuddled in the comfort of his arms, it felt good. So I said nothing. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
It felt right.
Whateveritwas.
* * *
Chapter Eleven
With all the rush to put on my shoes at the same time as picking up my handbag, my clumsiness refused to cooperate and I dropped my car keys.
I picked them up and the golden key dangling onto the keyring with my car key caught my eye. Why hadn’t I noticed this little detail before? I hadn’t returned Joe’s key to his apartment yet!
Maybe I should drop it in his letterbox with a note on the way to Sam’s. I was already late as it was.
Hm, probably not a good idea. Although Joe did text me some days ago that I needed to sign over the lease contract back to his name only. Surely I cannot evade visiting him forever. I’d have to find a day – or five minutes at least – when Joe would be home. I’d knock on his door, hand over the key, sign the papers, a couple obligatory pleasantries and that was it. Speaking of finding a day, today was a Sunday and seven in the evening. Bet Joe must be home watching his beloved horror movies.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.
You home now? Just need to drop off your key.
Not ten seconds later, I get his curt reply.
I’m here.
Great. Let’s get this over with. I texted Joe a quick ‘see you’ text and grabbed my bag. Oh, just need to text Sam as well and let him know I’ll be late. I really should save this text for future reference. I seem to write this a lot.
Running late. Be there in 30.
I daren’t tell Sam the reason why. If Sam knew where I was going, he’d insist on joining.
Knew you would. In fact, I’m still getting in the shower now.
Ha-ha. Little dally me was messing up Sam’s Big Ben. Shit, those were some poor choice of words. Blame my mind’s eyes for picturing him getting undressed for his shower. I meant me influencing him to defy his punctuality.
The drive from my new apartment to Joe’s was only ten minutes. Luckily the heavy rain took a break this evening and the traffic jams it caused had dispersed by then.
As I parked opposite my former home, I just couldn’t exit my car immediately. Suddenly I was hit with the memory of the time I parked in that exact parking spot and unloaded the dozen boxes stuffed in my car when I moved in. Oh, the coincidence. Don’t think I’ve ever managed to find a parking spot right in front of Joe’s apartment in the years I’ve lived there. Today I did. Now, contrary to that other day, when I got out of the car, it wasn’t happiness or excitement at the start of my new chapter with Joe. Today, I felt immense sadness. It would be the last time I stepped foot inside that place. The end of my chapter with Joe. Even if I didn’t really want it to be that way.
Before I could knock on his door, I heard my phone chime. A text from Sam.
