An Adulterer's Price

Hospitality at its Finest

Friday December 26, 2014

9:13AM

Liliana Melendez

I lay nose to know with him... One of his arms was up above my head on the pillow and the other stretched across my bare waist, hanging limply near my rear. Our legs were still tangled together. He wasn't a hairy man at all - not like Eduardo, but he did have sporadic prickly hairs on his legs that tickled mine any time he shifted.

My stomach growled a little and I pressed another peck against his lips. I'd stolen a few kisses from him in the last couple of minutes trying to get him to wake up.

This time he sniffed and took his arm off my waist, bringing a hand to his face to rub his nose. He rolled over on his back, detaching his legs from mine and stretched his arms above his head. He groaned loudly, followed by a soft sigh. His eyes remained closed. I stared at his peaceful sleeping face for a moment longer...

I never want to leave here.

I felt more at home in bed next to this practical stranger than I did next to my own husband...

I needed to know more about him.

I let myself get lost in a day dream of us hanging around the apartment all day getting to know one another... My eyes had moved from him to the ceiling as I laid on my back beside him, losing myself further and further into the daydream until I felt like I was dozing back out of consciousness myself. That is until I felt the strange sensation of a pair of eyes on me.

I looked to my right and sure enough Michael's big brown eyes were open and glaring at me.

I smiled wide. "Good morning, handsome." I reached out to take one of his normally sleek curls that had gotten frizzy from sleeping in my fingertips. Instead his hand shot out, clamping tightly around my wrist and throwing my arm back at me.

"Fuck..." he groaned as he sat up with his back facing me. "How I let'chu talk me into that shit, man..." he eased out of bed pulling one of the sheets with him and holding it around his waist as he moved to the window. "I'm trippin' for real..." He mumbled as he pulled back the curtain just a tad and a stream of blinding white light illuminated the dim room. "Daaaamn... girl you betta get a shovel cause you got some diggin' to do."

I just laughed. I'll get to him. One day...

"...think I'm playin'." He left the window and crossed the small hallway to his restroom. I heard his shower turn on. I gathered my undergarments and put them on quickly while he was in there. He was in there for a while and when he came back, I was sitting on the edge of his bed in just my bra and panties. He had a towel around his waist, hair still dripping from the shower. I waited for him to offer me one, but he didn't.

He ignored me as he proceeded to get dressed. He even dropped his towel, baring his perfect ass to me for a few seconds before covering them in a pair of dark red boxer briefs.

"Would you let me borrow some clothes?"

"So you can go home in 'em and let your husband catch you in my shit? Nope. Pretty sure you left your shit downstairs on the couch."

"Well... can I at least use your shower?"

He sighed heavily after pulling his head through the collar of his black T-shirt. "You wanna do somethin', why don't you cook me some breakfast. I think you owe it to me for all the trouble."

I smiled and let out a soft, slow laugh. Me cooking? Between the cook and Eduardo's overbearing mother, I never had to do much cooking. My parents had a live-in housemaid from Mexico who did all the cooking and cleaning for us growing up. I didn't have the passion for cooking and baking like my sister did. I was always too busy out causing trouble.