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CHAPTER 8
I run as fast as my high heels will carry me, not looking back once. My heart is pounding hard in my chest as I fly through the front door and shut it hard behind me.
“Mrs. Roberts, are you all right?” Katie asks when I pass her and Mia sitting on the living room floor.
“Yeah, I… uh, spilled something on my dress.” Like semen. Shit!
“Momma!” Mia calls out to me.
“I’ll be back down in a sec, baby!” I yell as I fly up the stairs.
All the way to my room I stumble, pulling at the straps, yanking off that red thing that burns me now. I throw it in the hamper and cover it quickly with a towel, then stand at the far end of the room and stare at it as though it would come alive any moment and give all of my dirty secrets away.
He’s all over me, his scent, his sweat, his heat. Even as I shower in a rush, I feel like I can’t get him off me. Images of what we just did slam into me, one after the other. His kiss, passionate and angry, his tongue demanding. His hands in my hair, pulling at the neck of the dress to expose my breasts to him, his mouth all over them.
My panties shoved to the side as he slides his thickness into me. I couldn’t breathe then from the feeling of him inside, and it’s almost impossible to breathe now thinking of it.
I scrub at my skin harder, knowing that even if I bleed I can’t undo this sin. I can’t get him off me, because he’s not on me. He’s inside, in every part of my being.
As hard as I may have tried to forget, he’s never left. My feelings for him never left, they were always there, waiting for the right moment to take me over.
What. Have. I. Done.
My phone starts to buzz out of control. I hurry out and check my messages. Jess. She’s sent me about a hundred texts, and left just as many voicemails.
-Where the heck are you? You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.
-Are we still going?One minute later.
-Hello?A minute after that.
-I’m coming to your house,she warned.
-I’m at your house.
-I’m watching you read my message,comes the last one and startled, I drop the phone.
“Creep,” I say, even though I’m alone in the bathroom.
-Gotcha! But really, I’m outside your bathroom door.
“Sorry, Jess. I’ll be right out!” I yell through the door.
“All right, but you’d better have a good explanation!” she yells back. “Like you died in a car crash or something.”
I grab the first thing I see, a gray satin short sleeve and black slacks, then throw on my usual black wedges. After quickly finger combing my wet hair, I put on some mascara, completely foregoing everything else. No more red lipstick for this girl!
Jess nearly falls in when I open the bathroom door, and her big cheesy smile slowly fades as she takes me in. “Where’s my dress?”
“I changed my mind,” I say pushing past her. “This is going to have to do.”
“No, yeah, you look great. Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She follows after me, but I stop and groan when I really look at her. She looks amazing, her blonde, freshly bobbed hair straightened. With her eyes smoky, her lips perfectly glossed, and that tight black mini dress that shows off her feminine, yet athletic physique, she’s stunning. And me? Not so much.
She’d wanted to go “killer hot,” as she put it. It wasn’t a lie when I said I had nothing of my own that matched her requirements, thus my sad attire now.
Damn it, I shouldn’t have borrowed that dress. Something told me not to wear it, but I didn’t listen to my gut. Never in a million years would I have imagined what happened. Damn those red dresses! Maybe I really should stay away from the color. Damn, damn, damn!
“It’s a long story, Jess. I’ll tell you over dinner.”
