Stone In Love

Chapter 31

I heard the shower running when I woke up in Vincent's bed. Despite waking up alone, I smiled when I remembered him cleaning me with a towel after our intimate encounter. I had to admit, his substitute for unprotected sex wasn't too shabby. Call me kinky, but I enjoyed having a guy shoot his load all over my stomach, but I was bound and determined to feel Vincent inside me even if it meant wrapping a scarf around my neck.

The bathroom door was open a crack, and the thought of seeing Vincent in the nude had me alert and aroused. He had been overly modest with his body, only allowing me brief glimpses of flesh and rarely when we were intimate. I assumed this was another form of defense. Was he worried I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him if he exposed himself? Oh, my poor fucked-up gargoyle.

I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom door, peeking through it like a voyeur. It seemed silly to spy on the man I'd been getting nasty with a couple hours prior, but this was what I'd been reduced to. I could see Vincent's silhouetted form behind the shower's frosted glass, and when I stared really hard, I detected the outline of his penis. Even in its flaccid state, he was impressive, and I replayed his explosive orgasm and how incredibly powerful he felt in my hand. Damn. The things I could do to him.

I watched like a Peeping Tom until the shower turned off, then I slipped out of sight to wait for him to step out, hoping to catch an unhindered view of his beautiful body. Unfortunately, his towel rack was inside the shower, and he dried himself while still hidden behind the glass. Vincent's cellphone rang, scaring the crap out of me and causing my elbow to knock into the wall. I quickly backed out of the room as I listened to him answer.

"Hi, Debra. I appreciate you calling me back. Did you? Great. Thanks for taking care of this for me. I know it's last minute. How is the old crank? Is he still smoking the Arturo Fuente? I'll send a few from my private reserve." There was a long pause, during which I continued to retreat into the living room as Vincent walked past his open door wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Christ, he was ripped. "I'm afraid that won't be possible this time, Debra, but I do have fond memories of that weekend. Give my regards to your sister-in-law."

My mind threw out multiple scenarios for why Vincent was talking with this Debra woman, and I didn't like any of them. I settled my butt on the couch in front of my laptop and brought up the Valentino spreadsheet, pretending to be engaged in reading when Vincent emerged from his room. He had dressed in his usual black V-neck, pairing it with coal gray Dockers, and his hair was wet and tousled. My stomach did a little flip when he gave me a salacious grin, and I realized I was only half dressed when he tossed me my jeans.

"You forgot these," he said as he detoured to the kitchen. After grabbing a water and offering a couple treats to the dogs, he walked over to sit next to me. "I've arranged for dinner to arrive at eight, if that suits you."

Oh, right. Our second date. "Eight is perfect."

"How are you feeling?"

I wasn't sure what he was driving at with his question, so I asked him as I stood to slip on my jeans. "That depends. Are you asking how I feel after we dry humped each other into orgasmic oblivion, or before that when you told me I was... not human?"

A long, rather uncomfortable sigh escaped Vincent's mouth, which I hoped was not in response to our orgasmic encounter. "The question was meant as a general inquiry of your state of mind, but we can drill down to the bedrock of my concern. How are you taking the news of your gollum status?"

That's what I thought.

"To be honest, I'm trying not to think about it, or my concerns that you and your family are suffering from delusional thinking. I'm the kind of girl who needs to see the facts before she's railroaded into something."