Chapter 4 #2
I ran my tongue across my lips as I watched her. She sat down and leaned forward, untying her boots and removing her socks to reveal her pink-painted toenails. When she stood, her eyes found mine.
It felt as if the room grew hot, the air thickening.
She moved her hands behind her back before slowly walking toward me.
The closer she got, the faster my heart raced and the more tense my body became.
This woman was nothing but bad luck for me, and she had managed to get on my nerves more than anyone in my life ever had in only a few hours.
Yet, there was still something about her that made me want her.
I could admit that much.
She stopped directly in front of me. She was so close, her tits were nearly touching my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her breath as it blew across my lips. She was looking up at me, and I was looking down at her, neither of us backing down or shying away.
“Oliver?”
I did’t respond. I just ran my tongue over my bottom lip, just in case.
“I really want to sleep in the bed, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable sharing it with a man I just met. I’m sure you understand that, right?” She tilted her head to the side like she was going to move in to kiss me.
“I can understand that,” I agreed softly.
“So, you’ll take the floor?” Her eyes fell from mine to my lips.
“Can I ask you one question?”
She placed her hand on my chest as she nodded.
“Did you really think you could seduce me into giving you the bed when you stink and have goat shit in your hair?”
She gasped and pulled her hand back. A second later, she smacked my chest where her hand had just been resting.
“Such a jerk,” she breathed, pulling away, her cheeks flaming red, while I laughed. “I can’t believe you.”
I shrugged and unfastened my pants, pushing them down until I could step out of them, leaving me in just a pair of boxers.
“I wasn’t joking, you know? You really do have goat shit in your hair. It looks like it’s on your jeans too.” I motioned toward a dirty spot on her leg.
“Ugh, I’m getting a shower.”
“Good. You stink,” I said, pulling the blankets back on the bed.
She entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind her as I climbed into a warm and comfortable bed.
I turned on the TV and turned off the bedside lamp as I flipped through the TV channels.
Twenty or so minutes later, she exited the bathroom.
She stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down at me.
“Why did you insist on getting a shower just to put the same nasty goat-shit-covered clothes back on?”
“I don’t have anything else to wear.” She bit her bottom lip.
“You are not getting in this bed wearing those stinky ass clothes. Take them off.”
“No! I’m not getting naked and getting into bed with you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so dramatic. We’re both adults. I’ve seen a naked woman before. Just take off the clothes and get into bed.”
“No! I don’t care if you’ve seen naked women every day of your life. You haven’t seen me, and it’s going to stay that way.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
I took a deep breath. “You know, you could wash the clothes by hand and hang them to dry overnight. Then you’d at least have some clean clothes to put on tomorrow. Drape them on the chair and turn the heat up.”
I saw her start to think about it.
“It would mean having to sleep without them tonight, though.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Fine, but you better not look.”
I rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.
In fact, I’m exhausted, so I’m going to roll over and go to sleep.
I’ll probably be out before you’re even done washing them.
” I slid down in the bed and rolled onto my side.
I pulled the blankets up and closed my eyes.
A moment later, I heard the door to the bathroom shut once again.
As I lay there, trying to fall asleep, I tried to work out a plan for the following day.
I needed to get far enough away from the accident so I wouldn’t be suspected.
I needed to make it into the city where I could find another car, a car that would be worth just as much, if not more, than the last one.
It was the only way I’d be able to make up for the mess I left when she came crashing into my life.
My destination had been Chicago anyway, so I’d stay the course. Eventually, I’d get there. I figured it was far enough across the country that I could start over.
My eyes popped open when I heard the bathroom door a little while later. I didn’t mean to look. I actually meant to keep my word, but when I heard the noise, it was an automatic reaction to open them. They found the mirror that hung above the dresser, where I could clearly see her reflection.
She stood before the wall-mounted rack just outside the bathroom, hanging her clothes to dry.
She hung her jeans and shirt, then took off her bra and hung it, too.
My eyes raked over the reflection of her in nothing but a pair of panties.
I only got a flash of her perfect tits before she covered them with her hands and rushed over to the bed, away from the mirror.
But the damage had been done. I’d seen it all, and deep down, I knew I needed more.