Betrayal

Chapter 6

I stare at my reflection in the floor mirror. I'm wearing my swim suit, have my hair pulled up, and feel a tremendous amount of anxiety. Almost enough to make me want to cut myself and redirect some of it to that instead of what it's really on.

Warren. I can't get him out of my head. I can't stop thinking about last night.

I force a smile onto my face when Dominic appears behind me. He wraps his arms around me, kisses my cheek, and stares at me in the mirror.

"You look so hot in that," he mutters. "Jesus, I'm lucky."

I blush slightly and smile genuinely.

"Thank you."

I've told Dominic his father has offered to teach me to swim, finally revealing I don't know how to. He was happy to hear it and asked why I would keep something like that a secret. I said I didn't know and that was the truth. It was a silly thing to keep to myself.

Just like I'm keeping the fact that I felt his fathers erection against my back last night.

I shake the thought away. I won't tell him that. Not now, not ever.

"He'll get you swimming in no time. He taught all of us to swim."

"I know. He told me. I hope he can teach me. I'm a bit afraid."

He smiles again.

"Don't be afraid. He's very good at it."

I turn to face him and look him over. He's dressed in jeans and a v neck and looks quite handsome.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yes. My mom wants to take me to look at some birthday gift ideas."

He rolls his eyes. His birthday is soon, only a couple weeks away. He'll be twenty-two. I'd planned to go into town at some point and do the same, to try to find him a gift. I'm going to borrow his car when I do it and go by myself.

"That'll be fun. Just the two of you?"

"No, everybody else already left. I'm going to meet them."

I nod, but feel my heart begin to race. So we'll be alone. The prospect both frightens and excites me. I wonder if he's going to bring up last night. I can't imagine what I would say.

We go downstairs after I've wrapped myself in a beach towel and he offers to make me a plate of whatever breakfast the maid made. I'm not very hungry, but I do make myself a cup of coffee. I had trouble sleeping last night after we got back, even more so after Dominic and I had sex.

He stands behind me with his hands on my shoulders as I take slow sips from the mug. It makes me feel uncomfortable, like I've been touched too much by him lately. I think Dominic simply forgets sometimes. He's an affectionate person by nature, while I'm the opposite.

I see Warren on the patio. He's standing by the edge of the pool, skimming out some stray leaves. His trunks are to his mid thigh, dark blue, with dark orange flowers on them. I don't linger on him, but can't stop thinking about him. It's hard not to look back to where he is through those floor to ceiling windows. There's a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth that he puffs on every so often and blows smoke from his mouth.

"I should get going, I guess."

He kisses me goodbye and I join Warren on the patio. When he looks to me I smile and he smiles back.

"Just getting the pool ready."

I nod and drop my towel, he looks to me again, then back to the water. It's a hot day. There's sweat beading on his back, the muscles moving every time he makes a pass over the water. I sit down in one of the many chairs in the sun and watch.