Time Changes

Part Twenty Five

The next weeks really dragged by, Alexis lived for the phone conversations with Peter that occurred every night, or early morning to him. Inevitably each one ended in some form of mutual pleasure, and Alexis was amazed at how much he taught her just by phone. Her desire and need for him just grew say by day. She was desperate to see her sister and Oscar, but she was more desperate to see Peter. Her final day was approaching slowly, nothing ever came quick enough.

Peter was hating his last few days in Australia. Not because of the work, the job, the people, the country, it was his desire to see Alexis again. Phone calls were never enough. He walked home from work in his usual daydream, crossing the campus with an inane smile on his face, but he didn’t care. As he got close to his building he sensed rather than saw something in his peripheral vision. Glancing to his left he saw a person coming towards him and in a few moments realised it was Megan. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips. Why the hell had he ever fallen into bed with her?

                “Peter!” she called out rushing over to him. “I wondered if you wanted to come out for a few beers. Have some fun, you know?”

It wasn’t until she added the last phrase that he realised she was still intent in her plans. She had no idea that he had over heard her conversation, so he had that in his favour. But she seemed single minded in her thoughts.

                “I’m sorry, I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight...” he gestured to the pile under his arm, “you know how it is. Another time?”

He hoped he’d be gone before the time arose, cowardice again! He should front this out, but he had a feeling Megan could make things difficult for him, and getting home to Alexis was his priority now.

He’d climbed the stairs at a rate of knots and was unlocking the door to his room when he once again felt eyes on him, looking up he saw Megan again stood there.

                “What’s changed Peter? I thought we had a good thing going on?”

He sighed, “Megan, you have someone else, what we had was fun, but I’m not one for stepping on toes. I enjoyed the time with you, I really did...”

She placed a hand on his chest, “there’s no one else, no one serious anyway, and I would love a repeat with you.”

Peter suddenly realised they were alone, she was a conniving woman looking to trap him with a pregnancy, there was no saying what else she was capable of. Alexis would kill him for letting this situation arise.

                “Look, let me get on with this work, maybe I’ll join you for a drink in an hour or so?” He knew if he agreed she’d not manipulate the situation, but if he resisted?

She smiled in a ‘cat-got-the-cream’ kind of way, “ok. I’ll see you then.”

In his room Peter felt sick, he had a tremendous sense of foreboding, he had no idea why, but he knew that he wasn’t going to leave the country without her making some sort of problem for him. And leaving the country was something he had to do in just a couple of weeks.

                “What would Alexis do?” he asked the empty room. And there was no answer. So he called her.

A sexy sleepy voice answered the phone, “Peter?”

He gulped, how could one word have such an effect on him? “Hi darling. Sorry to wake you.”

                “There are a lot of worse things to wake up to!”