20 Questions

Chapter 113

"What do you think about this dress?" Eve asks, holding a silver sequined minidress in front of her.

"It's really pretty. That would look great on you."

"It would look better on you. You have those incredible breasts to really fill it out and those long sexy legs."

Obviously, inappropriate comments seem to be Eve's thing, drunk or not. Since we've been here, she's made multiple references to my breasts, legs, waist and elongated neck. I believe women should empower one another and lift each other up, but this doesn't feel like empowerment. It feels like sexual harassment and I find myself wishing I wouldn't have agreed to come along. I don't understand because Eve seemed so different on the plane. She and I bonded over our new marriages and our nursing careers. I realize I don't have many female friends, but this is not a typical friendship.

"Why don't you try it on?" she asks, holding it in front of me.

"Oh, that's ok," I wave her off. "I don't have any place to wear something that fancy."

"You don't have to buy it. I just want you to try it on so I can see how you look in it."

"Why do you want to see how I look in it?" I ask, my brows pulling together.

"I don't know, I just do. I can appreciate a beautiful woman when I see one. Come on, just try it on."

"No, I'm good. But you can and I'm going to look through the jewelry while you're changing. There's a bracelet that caught my eye that I want to check out."

She shrugs and takes the dress into the changing room while I put some space between us. I'm starting to think that Eve may not be strictly dickly as I spend more time with her. I'm not sure if she's just into experimenting or if marrying Adam was a front, but I'm not interested in finding out. I have zero opposition to same-sex relationships because I believe finding the person you love is rare and beautiful regardless of gender but being the object of Eve's affection does not appeal to me. We are both married women and I don't find her comments appropriate. I pray she finds a dress soon, so I can get the hell out of here.

I am at the counter purchasing my new bracelet when Eve walks up behind me and lays her hand on the small of my back. When she leans in to whisper in my ear, the hair on the back of my neck stands up, my breathing hitches and the nasty words in my mind get stuck in my throat. I don't like how she has her hands on me and I don't appreciate how uncomfortable she is making this.

"The dress looks really good on me. I wish you could have seen it."

I jump when her hand starts to move lower and I grab the bag from the cashier. Eve laughs and sets the dress on the counter before digging through her wallet to retrieve some cash. I'm about to confront her about her unacceptable behavior when Hunter comes storming through the door, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him.

"You stay the fuck away from my wife," he growls at Eve.

I don't know what's going on but I am relieved to see him here. Eve remains at the counter with a disgusted expression and if looks could kill, Hunter and I would be hemorrhaging on the floor.

"Hunter, what was that about? Did something happen? What did Adam say to you?" I fire off my round of questions as soon as we get into the lobby.

"I'll tell you in the room," he says through clenched teeth. "Hurry up though before I decide to turn around and commit some very serious crimes."

He is scaring me and whatever Adam or Eve said to him must have been really bad for him to react this volatile. He is practically dragging me through the lobby, into the elevator and down the hall to our room. He jams the key card into the slot, pulls me in and slams the door behind him. He doesn't speak for several minutes, just paces the room and I don't push. I need him to calm down and interrogating him is only going to fuel the fire. I toss my bag on the bed, walk into the bathroom and start filling the soaker tub with water. The bathtub is the place we find resolution to our problems and this time will be no different. I walk back into the bedroom to grab my candle and matches, only to find him sitting at the small table in the corner of the room, tugging at the roots of his hair with deep frustration.