Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
She’s coming too and finally lets loose a moan so feminine and cute I can hardly stand it. Her body bucks beneath me. Her back arches, but I keep her pinned beneath me where she is until she’s done shaking, done squealing, and all that’s left is the heavy panting from both of us like a couple of animals who just got done breeding.
We lie there a while. How long? I can’t really say. But after some time, Elena runs her fingers through my hair and whispers, “I wish we had longer. Then we could cuddle and fall asleep.”
“You know, I’ve never been a big cuddler,” I chuckle. “But for you? I’d make an exception. For you, I’d cuddle for weeks.”
“Such a sweetheart,” Elena coos, letting her hand fall across the nape of my neck. “I bet you’d make me dinner too,” she says sarcastically.
“Let’s not get too carried away,” I laugh. “That’s what the trip to Thailand’s for! Real cheap food there.”
“Thailand!? We’re going to Thailand now?”
“Of course,” I reply. “All I gotta do is get out of here.”
Elena looks deep into my eyes and runs the back of her hand across my cheek. I can see for the first time something new in her expression: pity.
“Yeah.” She nods. “Just gotta do that.”
10
Elena
Six Weeks Later…
It’s strange…it really is. Going to work, my career, is no longer the highlight of my life any longer. The highlight of my life is now Bain. A criminal in prison for life. I never thought I’d ever find myself in a position like this, but here I am.
The things going in my work life now are almost like background noise, static playing over the much more magnificent soundtrack of my life that consists exclusively of the serial killer who I go to visit on a twice-weekly basis now and who, when I’m not with, I’m simply dreaming about being with, wishing I’m with and counting down the minutes to when I get to be with him again.
I tried to do what Kelly told me to do and turn on my “dude-brain” so I could make it all about sex with Bain, but in the end, that simply wasn’t possible. In the end, it wasn’t Bain’s past that got in the way of things; it was his present. He was simply too charming. Either that or we were meant for each other.
Every time I arrive, our connection strengthened. That first time, I barely even made it to the half-hour mark. The second visit I stayed the whole hour, and every visit after that I was searching for legal loopholes that would allow me to stay longer. Sadly, I never found any, and my relationship with Bain was forced into stops and starts shorter than film with a low-running time.
Still, these visits became the highlights of my week, and to my surprise, Bain proved himself to be quite the gentleman, even capable of making conversation about my work and being there for me to vent when I needed to.
“This merger may be the end of me,” I sighed to him yesterday after an especially long day at the office. “The partners, former husband and wife, are both pretending to be amicable during negotiations, but in reality, both of them are trying to screw the other one out of tens of millions of dollars.”
Bain laughed and pulled me closer, enveloping me in the security of his warmth and his scent. “Sometimes I wonder whose business is more honest, yours or mine. At least in mine, when you went at a man, he knew you were coming. Enemies were enemies, and everybody knew it. Betrayal carried real consequences and so did breaking your word.”
“Yeah, well sometimes I wonder if I was crazy for getting into this business in the first place,” I laughed, snuggling closer.
I was joking, but was I? Even now, as I look over the merger papers for what feels like the ten thousandth time and feel my eyes start to go starry, I wonder if this really is what I want to do with the rest of my life.
Truth be told, I’d much rather be at home with Bain, doing the whole wife and mother thing while he went off and earned money for the family. I know that’s so old fashioned and Kelly might scold me for it, but it’s true. I’ve done what I set out to do; I made something of myself, got to where I wanted to be, and I don’t like it. I want something else from my life – something more, and I’m not going to get it being a lawyer.
Feeling my eyes start to glaze over, I stand up, push my chair in, and head to the break room for some coffee. There’s one saving grace about being here rather than at the prison; the espresso machine here makes something actually palatable compared to the muddy water they serve there. I’m just finishing pouring myself a cup when I smell that familiar stench of too much Armani cologne waft up from behind me.