Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
And as quickly as it arrived, it began to ebb away, leaving me a puddle of goop in the center of the bed. My body limp, I huffed and puffed quietly, making soft sounds of feminine satisfaction, running my legs up and down the length of the sheets until my heart beat returned to an acceptable pace and feeling returned to my body.
I sat up on the mattress and blinked sleepily. After a while, I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I washed my hands, turned off the faucet, and thought a long moment before I glanced up directly into my reflection and uttered a timid, “It could have been you.”
It could have been.
But you’re not here.
I felt silly. This little show may have all been for nothing. There was no guarantee he was watching. But, as I shuffled back to bed and slipped under the covers, my body felt lighter than it had in weeks. I fell asleep thinking I should do this again tomorrow, if not for Ettore, for me.
After all, I was only human.
I woke with a new attitude. Maybe it was the delicious orgasm I had given myself or it was the fact Marco had given me solid confirmation that Ettore was watching me, but when I slipped out of bed in the morning and walked towards the bathroom, I turned on the shower and spoke out loud as I pulled a fresh towel out from under the vanity. “Good morning. I would say have a good day, but I’m still mad at you, so all I’ll say is have the day you deserve, dear husband.” I blew a kiss towards the mirror, then stepped into the shower with a coy smile.
After lunch, when I was partway through my yoga session, I transitioned from child’s pose to cat’s pose then breathed deeply as I stretched my back out, I muttered, “Why am I even bothering working on my bendiness?” I moved into cow pose, sticking my butt out as I lifted my head. “You know, I can think of a couple of things you could do to me in this pose. Three if you really use your imagination.”
Another solitary dinner went by. I plated up my pan-fried salmon and garlic rice, loading up on steamed greens, then I took a lonely seat at the counter. I cut a small piece of salmon and popped it into my mouth, and my face turned soft with pleasure. I dug into the rice and spoke around my mouthful. “I’m not a bad cook. I mean, not all of my meals are wins, but this one I’d give a solid eight.” A bite of the plain, flavorless greens had my adjusting my score. “Alright, a seven.”
There was on weird side-effect of my one-sided conversations.
A peculiar sense of connection. Of contentment.
As I sat back on the sofa with a half glass of wine, watching yet another reality show, I suddenly lost focus and looked around, wondering where the camera was in this room. I spoke the words whisper soft. “I wonder if you had a good day.”
He probably wasn’t even listening.
But I hoped he was.
When I opened the front door and Marco turned to face me, I held the two mugs of coffee up in surrender, looking mildly sheepish. “I thought if I brought you coffee, you might let me sit out on the porch while we drank it.”
Marco looked down the length of his nose at me and I withered, rushing out, “I also wanted to apologize for how I’ve been treating you. You’re only doing your job and it was unfair of me to talk to you the way I did that first week.” I lost focus a moment when I revealed, “My father would be so disappointed. He didn’t raise me like that.” I blinked back to reality with a creased brow and a genuine apology. “I’m sorry, Marco.”
After of moment of excruciating silence, Marco reached out and carefully took a mug from me. “You can sit, but if you run, I’m not going to gentle when I catch you.”
A slow smile spread across my lips. Barefoot, I moved to the porch and happily sat on the first step, bathing in sunlight. I closed my eyes and lifted my face towards the gentle warmth, revealing, “I’m not much of a runner. My bouncy bits bounce too much and I have zero coordination. You’re safe from today’s game of tag.”
I looked up at him in surprise when he laughed through his nose. I turned back towards the sunlight and after sufficiently recharging my soul, I kept my eyes closed as I asked, “Have you spoken to him?”
“I have, just this morning.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood. “Oh?” My pulse drummed in my neck, but I tried to sound unaffected. “How did he sound?”