Charlie
Chapter 2
"So, your chauffer drops and picks you up from school everyday?" I asked once the suited man had shut the car door.
"No," she said removing a pack of chocolate cigarettes from her purse. "I got into a bit of a crash and my car's at the repair shop. Want a cig?" She offered holding the pack in one hand as the other fished around the bottom of her purse before she pulled out a lighter.
"I don't smoke," and I didn't know you did either.
"A girl's got to have a bad habit!" She said laughing as she lit the 'cig'.
Oh, I did have bad habits and one of them involved secretly watching her.
"I talk with food in my mouth," I say looking out the window as we left the school district.
"Everyone does unless you took those prim, proper and stupid etiquette classes; and took them seriously," she says blowing out a puff of chocosmoke.
"Did you take those prim, proper and stupid etiquette classes?" I ask watching as she takes off her high-heeled gladiators and gently rubs her feet.
"I refused to take them because I already had piano lessons and my instructor was the meanest and most expensive douche bag I'd ever met: he'd strike me with a ruler across the fingers if I slumped."
"I guess that wasn't fun," I say watching as she massaged her feet and smoked at the same time.
"Shit!" She cussed as hot ash fell on her right foot. "That's gonna leave a mark," she said but continued massaging her feet more careful of the burning tip.
"I can massage your feet for you if you want," I offered with my own intentions (which were wicked) at hand.
"Really?" She said unbelievingly and relieved at the same time.
"I do it for my mom loads since she's a nurse and walks a lot during her rounds."
I move further towards the other door as she lifts her legs onto my lap.
Oh, wonderful science! I rejoice as her short skirt slides back exposing her creamy thighs and lacy undies just as her legs settle on my lap.
"I totally hate wearing new shoes for the first time because they hurt like a bitch," she says blowing smoke out the window and tossing the cigarette out as well as the wind blows her hair onto her face.
"My new shoes feel pretty much like my old ones," I say looking at the pink burn mark on her foot as I begin to press my thumbs against the top of her foot.
"Ooh..." She moans and I look at her only to find her eyes shut with a look of exquisite pleasure on her face.
I change to the bottom of her foot pressing harder and she whispers a breathless 'just like that' launching me into another context where the word would be completely appropriate.
However, too soon; the car comes to a stop and the chauffer gets the door like clockwork.
Julie got out tip-toeing across the hot cement driveway past the marmaid centre-piece fountain to the shade of the house's palacial entrance.
"That felt like crossing the Sahara desert!" She says opening the front door. "Come in," she says smiling though I suspect double entendre.
A nanny quickly shows up and asks Julie how her day was and what she wanted for a snack. Talk about royalty!
"This is my room," she said dropping her shoes and purse onto the carpeted floor.
"It's huge," I say taking in it's sheer size and the princessish four poster bed with purple drapings.
"Only because a few walls were knocked down to expand it," she explained. "Do you want to eat something first, or eat while we work?"
"We should probably work before we eat. I find the whole eating and working at the same time thing messy."
"Let's go to my reading room."
She even had a reading room? This was really living it up.
"I hope you have a calculator," I said remembering mine was at home.
"It's... where did I put it?" She asked herself looking around the reading room which had a computer and printer set up, a table and two chair piece, a chaise and a mini library.
She walked to a stack of papers next to the computer and after digging into the pile, she found it.
I took out the experiment sheet and we sort to complete the chemical equations and calculate the moles.
"So, can I assume you are good with the equations?" I asked halting the equation I'd started writing realising they were important too.
"Sure," she said slightly moving the sheet and writing it down.
"It's right but you have to balance out the number of atoms," I said showing her the simple multiplication and indicating the type of process happening; neutralisation.
"You're really smart," she said smirking.
"I guess you could say that," I agreed. "Now the moles. They heavily depend on the quantity of base or acid used; if you run too much acid that would mess it up," I explained writing down the initial cross multiplication.
I almost felt like laughing as she enthusiastically crunched numbers on the calculator.
"0.005moles," she said smiling proudly.
I don't know if it was the feeling of achievement or something else, but she leaned in at that moment and kissed me.
Probably too stunned, I don't think my brain was aware of the fact I was supposed to kiss her back.
"I'm sorry," she apologised looking flustered. "I don't know what got into me," she said weakly.
Yeah right! She wanted to kiss and was probably just thinking that I didn't share her sentiments -which wasn't true!
"Please don't tell any-" I cut her off as I pressed my eager lips against hers and slid my fingers into her hair.
She did not respond for a beat, but when she did; it was fireworks! I felt her hands touch my hair, my face, and for a minute I almost feared the feeling would die if I opened my eyes...
