A fish out of water and finding myself in a soup had too many similarities to be called a coincidence.
I floundered like that fish only I grasped desparately for a line to wheel me in. Unlike the fish it was the depths of the murky water that had me floundering and gasping for air.
I tip toed pensively about the elegantly designed apartment, for once actually hating the stark design previously admired for its sleek and chic effectiveness. Now it was just bland. Empty and devoid of personality. Much like its lothesome owner.
Yet in all good consciousness, I couldn't really back up that claim to actually loathing him. I couldn't after so many years of loving him. And really couldn't after the heights of pleasure he had me travel last night. That he had been despicable in his means of getting me there deserved some tongue lashings. If only my tongue didn't fall thick and glued to silence withing within the crevices of my mouth at his mere approach. What was it about him that kept on rendering me stupid in his presence? More importantly how did I manage to last that long in his employ with this strange affliction.
Why had he come after me at all? Could it be the fact that no woman had ever walked out on him? Left him in pursuit of another man? Could it that what tested his inflated ego? Triggering a marathon sex session the night before, as a result?
I didn't know. I realised now despite six years in his employ, working so closely with him, spending all my time catering to his needs, I didn't know the man at all. He was as an enigma to me as he was to the rest of the world.
That enlightening realisation only served to make me feel oddly bereft. As if a part of me I had counted to rely upon for so long was torn away. I didn't like that feeling. But I didn't like lying here feeling sorry for myself even more.
I rose and made for the shower. Deliberately refusing to think of Eric in there sharing it with me. Despite all my fantasies of Eric and me doing the dirty, last night had been incredibly erotic. Vicious and vengeful even. Had he been trying to stamp his mark all over me?
Peering at the rude spread of love bites over my sensitive skin, I had to say he had been fairly successful in that idea. I doubt there was ever a turf more marked up than me.
I used a spare toothbrush to clean up my mouth. Cursing silently at the bags he refused to haul up. If I had known he would have been such a baby about it, I would have dragged it up myself. I stopped by his walk in wardrobe and searched out for something wearable. His shirts were all fairly useless. Trim waisted, they did not fit over my abundant hips without stretching unseemly at the seam. My bossoms wouldn't fit it the shirt either. The man was apparently too, lean and trim for me. If he wore loose shirts like Jace had, I could have found something. But his preferences led towards the slim cut of the latest fashions.
I tried a tshirt next and tried not to groan as it was stretched over my bulges in a weird parody of a form fitting dress.
I wore his boxer shorts and then refused to look at myself in the mirror. I was certain I looked as unkempt as I could unwittingly manage.
I muddled around the apartment uselessly trying to locate my bra only to find it stuffed in a bin, along with my torn off undies. As both were completely irreparable, I left them there, moving insteas towards the kitchen. I aimed for the fridge... only to find it empty.
I bit back a groan at that.
When I had been his PA, part of my job had included his grocery shopping. Who ever took up from me was sadly lacking in that area. A quick check to the rest of the cupboards and pantry, I found nothing edible whatsoever.
With my phone and handbag missing too, I was almost at my wits end.
Almost!
I reached for Eric's phone and put through a call to a number I was most familiar with. As the ring tone buzzed on, I got ready to deliver a tongue lashing he was so deserving of. I couldn't believe he had me locked in his unit, clotheless and without food. What was he trying to do to me?
Enslave and starve me into servitude?
Not happening!
" Hello?"
The deep tone that answered the call sent a thrill of excitement down my spine. One I stiffled and stomped out determindly.
" Its me," I said simply.
" You who? "
If it weren't for his instantly sexy husky tone relaying he knew exactly whom he was talking to... unless he now resorted to sensual tone of voice with all females over the phone...
