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Embarrassed. I run to my phone. Stop the music.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
“Um. Sorry, I didn’t know you were standing there.”
Blushing, I cross my arms over my chest. I don’t want him to see my hard nipples.
“You are quite a dancer.”
Bobby walks over to me. He is leering at me. I step back before he reaches me.
“Thanks. Years of ballet and jazz lessons. What are you doing home so early?”
He reaches for my hand. His eyes fall to my breasts. He sighs.
“Having dinner with my wife.”
I feel happy. I smile.
“Are you going to be home the rest of the night?”
“No, babe. I must go out after dinner. Be home late.”
He puts his hands on my waist. Looks into my eyes. I feel naked. On fire. Filled with want, need desire.Kiss me.He does not.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and change for dinner. I need to make a few phone calls.”
He lets me go. He walks towards the den. I am disappointed. Annoyed.
“Bobby, what do you do all day?”
He turns around. He frowns - does not like to be questioned. Tough.
“I work, Gwen.”
“Money laundering? Drug dealing? Killing people?”
I put my hands on my waist. Stand straighter.
“Not today.”
He walks into the den. Leaves me standing there. I want to go after him. Shout at him. Pound my fists on his chest. Make him notice me. Take me seriously. I do not.
Bobby
Fuck. Catching my hot, little wife dancing like a stripper turned my cock into cement. She is so hot. Built. Powerful. Confident. All woman. Feminine. Oozes sex. It took all of my willpower not to jump her right there in the living room. I need to fuck the virgin out of her. Not a quick fuck. I want to enjoy her body. She is my wife. I want her to come. I want her to enjoy sex.
I know she is pissed that I haven’t spent any time with her after our honeymoon. Not that I don’t want to. Too many problems with the Russians. I want her first time to be special. I know. I know. This isn’t like me. But, fuck, she is so young. So beautiful. Makes me want to treat her with tenderness. With respect. I care about her. Didn’t want to. Didn’t plan to. It just happened. And it scares the Hell out of me. Still hoping I can fuck her out of my system. Doubtful.What the fuck am I going to do?
Chapter Eight
“Be subtle! be subtle! and use your spies for every kind of business. Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.”
? Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Bobby
Ieat dinner with Gwen in the dining room. She barely speaks to me. She picks over her pasta. She wears one of the designer dresses Vanessa picked out for her. Gwen looks uncomfortable in the conservative dress. A dress she probably wouldn’t have chosen herself. I need to tell Vanessa to let Gwen make some decisions about her wardrobe.
