It took the seriously strained elevator ride up before I finally found my somewhat shaky voice,"I..I can't stay here with you."
Rightly, Eric didn't bother with a response to that ridiculous statement. He did just drive me all the way to the city for the sole purpose of having me stay right here with him. To say otherwise now was nothing but absurd but I am allowed my own versions of absurdity. I was allowed to regret my actions and change my mind. I was allowed to turn heels and walk right out that door. Allowed but not not likely to follow through. I was afterall... quite homeless.
My apartment was still rented out to strangers so I couldn't go crash out over there. I couldn't exactly bring myself to impose on the few friends I had either. Few because Eric hadn't allowed me my time off from work, work, work ... when I worked with him. I should probably get right started with some friends mingling sessions, now that I was back in the city. But only after, I moved into a rented room somewhere and got a job of some sort.
The weight of the world landed sorely onto my weighed down shoulders, so that when Eric actually stepped through the door, I didn't linger but meekly followed him through.
The cool décor of the place was expensive and the vibe as always, remote. Impersonal and cold even. In keeping with the cool image Eric liked to portray to the world. Yet I knew the heat the simmered underneath was nothing short of molten lava.
I stood by the door he carelessly let shut after me and watched as he moved forward to the luxurious white leather sofa set. Slipping off his shoes and shedding his jacket as he went. My eyes drank the sight of him in greedily. He was a cool breath of fresh air to my lungs that strangely served to trigger unmeasurable heat in the damp vicinity between my shaky thighs. I stumbled a few steps forward. Mindlessly following after his retreating frame. He disappeared through the doorway to his room, leaving me wavering where I stood. Strangely loss and forgotten.
But then the chilled air sent a shiver down my spine and rubbed at my arm before turning towards the familiar door that let to the room I used to use when I stayed over at his place. The stark but elegant layout of the room that met my eyes was oddly soothing. I took great comfort from the familiar. And this stark room was nothing but familiar. I had spent hours on that very bed indulging in the deepest and dirtiest reads of all time.. Brother's Girl. A wattpad delight that had kept me up through most of the night reading and then wantonly rubbing myself raw in search of relief. The fact that it had been only a doorway away from the irresistible man, who had then been my boss, and whom I imagined taking the lead in every hot fantasy I ever had on that very bed.
Of course the reality of being skin to skin, flesh immersed in flesh and mingling breaths with Eric had been oh so much more worse. Worse for the peace of my mind that is. And worse yet, those memories were still bad. Badly affecting me with a craving I was finding harder and harder to deny.
I started to absently pull off my clothes. I was feeling hot and bothered. Needing a cool shower like never before. It was only when I was half way through stripping that I realised, my bags were still in his car. Groaning inwardly, I slapped some clothes back on and shifted awkwardly out my door towards Eric's room.
"Em.. Eric?" I called out hesitantly, even though his door was wide open, I was not about to go in there. More importantly, I was not about to look in there.
"Yes?"
His crisp response in that cold clipped tone sent another of spasm of shivers down my spine. I rubbed at the goosebumps covering my arms and muttered out, hesitatingly,"Um.. my bags are in your car. I need my clothes."
The swift but soft padding of feet alerted me that he was nearing the door, I involuntarily, stumbled back a few paces, from the sheer of his raw masculinity.
"You don't need clothes," he murmured, deadly soft . Leaning in close, he brought his lips to my ear. "What you need...," he added just as softly and somewhat menacingly," is to be naked...," he breathed out then, harshly, sending a hot puff of air to trill down my spine to set off another rush of heat, "...with me."
I drew in a ragged breath, then another, as I desperately struggled to control my spinning thoughts.
"Yeah.. sure," I managed to get out lamely, what must be the understatement of indifference ...of the decade.
