Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 58

Paul laid back on the sofa, his head in Sharline's lap. She ran her fingers through his hair, much to his disgust. He hated anyone touching his hair. In fact, he pretty much hated anyone touching him. Paul put up with it for the moment. Too many people had criticised him for his lack of affection and he wanted to appear "normal" or at least something in between.

"Will we be going anywhere tomorrow?"

"Why do you have to ruin a perfectly good moment? I don't know. I am busy. I have work."

Paul turned and sat up.

Sharline felt gutted. She hadn't asked him anything terrible nor outrageous. He was so moody! Over dinner he had been the perfect gentleman! Courteous, attentive, funny and sensitive. She sighed. Since this morning all she had been doing was sighing. This man was no good for her. Why couldn't he be a regular guy?

He looked at her, his face a mask that disclosed no feelings. His phone buzzed to life with a message and he jumped up to get it. A strange expression shadowed his features and he grabbed his clothing and turned to her in his haste.

"I've got to go. I'll call you."

Sharline looked at him and smiled but inside she knew he would only call or visit when all other opportunities had been exhausted. Why did she do this to herself? She was nothing but a sick sadist. Not even a kiss. That was considered touching. Grrrr!

"Bye."

He paused at the door and scowled. Without a word, he slammed the door and left.