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"Don’t come any closer," Rebecca tries to stop me dead in my tracks. There's a clash of interest here because I have no intention of stopping until I am right up against her face.
When I eventually get there and make sure I’m as close as possible just to intimidate her. In her manner of pure obstinacy, she refuses to move an inch, and the consequence of that is that my smiling lips slightly graze hers.
It's very minuscule, and it doesn't seem to me like it’s going to work because I pull out immediately, when I see, Rebecca isn’t going to budge.
But at the same time, that singular action alone opens a lot of possibilities.
Come to think about it, it's not going to be such a bad idea to sink my lips into hers and synchronize our movements.
I don’t think she’d complain. In fact, if I do it right now, just when the real games start to begin, Rebecca backs out of them by tearing her eyes away from mine.
By breaking the eye contact, she effectively cuts off a good portion of the dominance I have over her, and I can see my power start to dwindle.
"When I tell you not to come any closer, I mean it," her voice is still a little shaky, but this time there's a lot more determination within them. I won’t fail to catch that.
"What, then, do you want me to do?" I try to take control of the conversation once more. By asking the questions, I put her in the position to answer me, making her feel like she must satisfy me with her answers.
Rebecca is smart, much more than I anticipated, and one answer shuts me up completely.
"I want you to back the fuck off, put on some clothes, and have a normal conversation with me."
That’s all I need to snap back into Jordan Hill.
What was I even thinking? My brain does a hard reset, and I reprogram myself from the dominant Prince of a sector in the Middle East to the bodyguard of Rebecca Lawson's daughter.
My eyes settle from the fire they were burning with, and my poise relaxes. I seemingly lose all the confidence I had seconds ago and even take on some shame for my nudity.
"Yes, ma’am," I turn around to fetch my boxers. Now that the games are over, a new wave of shame washes over me. I can imagine she’d never look at me the same again, and that is exactly vice versa.
Unless she's able to avoid me and conversations involving nudity and sex, it's going to be an awkward next few days.
By the time I turn around, she’s gone.
I take wary steps out of the closet to check whether she's still in the room. I forgot the door opens and shuts silently.
That’s the reason I didn’t even notice she came in in the first place. On the discovery that she’s gone, I begin to throw quiet tantrums of my own, smacking myself on the head and whisper-screaming obscenities in Arabic.
Being naked and trying to seduce the ex-wife of the very person I’m in America to kill is the worst way a plan can go wrong.
I really want nothing to go wrong.
What annoys me further is that as soon as I realize that she is no longer here, my brain rushes into full arousal mode, and blood flows straight into the organ and keeps it turgid for enough time to get me frustrated.
I find it almost impossible to bring myself to stop thinking about the possibilities that could have unfolded from our interaction.
What if I had kissed her, and she kissed me back? What does she look like under that dress shirt?
I already have an idea of her shape, but I don’t think I’d get anything too definitive until her clothes are off and imagining her as naked as I was frustrating me.
It's not about the thoughts but what it does to me. In fact, even when Maria eventually brings my clothes, and I put them on, the erection doesn't dissipate.
If anything, I feel even more aroused when I step out of the room and come face with Rebecca playing with Skylar.
Now that I can see her, I can allow my twisted mind to begin separating the clothes from her body. It's a more personal view than a memory of her.
Hence, I am happy when Rebecca releases me to go home. I don’t know how I would have coped with having to strip her of her clothes each time involuntarily, mentally, I saw her.
The human mind is as fascinating as it is annoying, and it angers me to see how little control I have over it, especially regarding Rebecca.
