WE ARE THE D.S (Somos la D.S - English version)

26. SWEET VESTIGES

I leave the room reeking of perfume. I think I've overdone it a bit but it's the one Baelee gave me and I need her to notice. I need her to notice me. I need to become a magnet that only she can respond to.

Day has fallen and it's time for dinner. Her father has been home for two hours and is expecting us for dinner.

The reason I'm grinning like an idiot as I walk down the hallway is not because of her father's damn dinner, but because I'm seconds away from seeing her. I long to meet a pair of brown eyes, now more than ever that my hands were on her body.

My most intense desires would have held her in that bed all afternoon, but the moment I released my last breath and she released hers, I knew the magic was over.

Like a couple of fools we dressed and returned to her father's office. Baelee refused to believe what I had on my phone and not because she doubted my word, but because the blow was severe.

She looked angry, disappointed, irritated and a sea of emotions ran in her eyes with the threat of overflowing, but it did not.

I stayed by her side until she could digest it, although I doubt something like that could be digested. When her father arrived at the house, I decided to lock myself in the room, Ester informed us of the dinner and I heard nothing more from her, until now.

I knock softly on her room and only seconds later she opens it for me.

She looks stunning without even trying. Baelee, she retains a beauty that is not of this world, at least that's how I see her through my eyes. Sometimes I doubt my luck to have her so close to me.

The ochre-colored silk dress cinches her fucking waist. She wears heels that manage to add a couple of inches, but not enough for her eyes to make a straight line with mine. I always have to make an effort to lean in and watch her.

"Do you want me to fall to my knees here in the hallway?" She leans against the door frame and her eyes undress me in one sweep.

"Why?" I ask nervously.

"You look fucking hot," His hand grabs the edge of my shirt collar and his fingers travel to the back of my neck. She's playing with fire and she knows it. "I've never told you this, but your perfume," she stretches his legs out to reach my neck, "is one of the first things I noticed in town."

"Oh yeah, it's become my favorite, you know, and I still wonder who could have such good taste to buy it for me," she lets out a laugh.

"I hope it lasts long enough on you," she says close to my ear, "because if it runs out, maybe the magic and charm I have with you will disappear," she twists a smile as she walks away, but I catch her around the waist.

"I'll take care of bathing in that jar, then."

"I'm just kidding, you don't need anything, no perfume, you don't even need your shirt," her hands stop on my chest, "or your pants," her cheeks turn bright crimson and I wish I could kiss them. I wish I could end the stupid dinner idea and take her to bed a few feet away from us.

I move closer to her and lean over to reach her right ear to whisper: "I can't wait for everyone to sleep and rip that dress off you with my teeth. I'll make you bite the mattress and not be able to move from the bed for hours."

"I want to see you do what you promise."

She closes the door and leaves me in the doorframe with my breath stuck in my chest.

Baelee is going to kill me.

I watch her hips move me in the hallway and even though she has a sinuous and peculiar way of walking, I know she exaggerates her movements just to get me to watch her. I am satisfied.