Sin & Salvation

Chapter 8

I know I'll fall in love with you, baby. And that's not what I wanna do.

The sound of Cry Baby by The Neighbourhood plays through the kitchen while I sing and dance my way through cleaning. I'm spraying the counter down and swaying my hips to the beat. One of my favorite parts of the day is when I can turn on music and go through my daily chores.

Just me, some good music, and an empty house.

The song reaches the chorus and I jump on the counter to sing along— loudly. "That you knoooow, when you knoooow." I'm certainly tone-deaf but that won't stop me from putting on the performance of my life. I let the music take over and use the bottle of spray as a microphone.

Giggling to myself, I put on my own concert and feel my worries melt away. Eventually the song ends and I climb off the counter while laughing at how ridiculous I am.

I see small glimpses of myself in moments like this and my heart aches for her. The carefree girl who would put on concerts and dance parties for herself when she was stressed. The girl who would dance in a room full of people like nobody was watching. She's still in there, I know she is.

My thoughts drift to dinner the other night and what Silas said to me. It's been a few days, but his words have been bothering me ever since. What does he see in me that I don't? And how could he see it in the few hours we spent eating over six feet away from each other?

My overthinking is interrupted by my phone dinging in the other room. Putting everything down, I race to the living room and see Brett's name pop up.

Brett: Having a dance party... on the counters, I see?

Ugh. Why does he always check the cameras? Creep. At least they don't have audio so he couldn't hear the screeching I call singing. There are several cameras throughout the house and Brett claims it's for insurance purposes if there was ever a break-in, but really, I think it's just to keep tabs on me.

I walk back into the kitchen, find the camera above the cabinets and flip it off. My phone chimes not even a second later.

Brett: Obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl.

I purse my lips trying to hold back the smile threatening to form on my face. A quote from one of my favorite movies: The Breakfast Club. Placing my phone on the counter, I look at the camera again and flip him off with both hands before turning around and flashing him my ass.

I giggle as I pick up the phone and watch the three dots appear on the screen. I bite my finger waiting for his response.

Brett: So brave today Ms. Elliot. Thinking you're safe from me because I'm not there? I'll make sure you put those fingers to use on yourself later ;)

I'm imagining him watching me pleasure myself when he calls. I pick up and put him on speaker.

"Hellooo?"

"Hey baby, how's your day going? You know, besides mooning and flipping off cameras?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It was going well until some creep decided to watch me on them."

"Oh some creep, you say? Well, in that case, you definitely shouldn't do anything inappropriate— you know, just in case they're still watching."

I giggle and make direct eye contact with the camera again, slowly lifting my shirt to reveal my bra-less boobs and kneading them slowly. To tease him further, I slowly lick one of them, trailing a line of saliva to one of my nipples.

He groans and the sound prompts me to slip a hand to my pussy, feeling how wet I already am for him.

"Fuck baby." He groans out, before saying, "As much as I'd love to watch you pleasure yourself on our kitchen counter, I was calling to tell you that I'm sending Silas over to retrieve some files on my computer for a presentation."