Resentment - (18+)

C23

MIA

I'm trying to convince myself that sex is just a weapon. It's something I'm doing to use against him later. It just happens to feel amazing and addicting as hell with Justin...

Ever since that night on the couch where he was inside of me for hours, we've been having sex every day. Every. Day.

And we don't talk about it at all. It just happens.

When I get off work, I take my shower-just as he's taking his, and then I go into the kitchen for a snack. I watch about five to ten minutes of a TV show before Justin sits next to me, and then, within seconds, we're all over each other.

Although, more recently, we've been becoming a bit more civilized and he's took me to his room and shut the door. Just in case Eric comes home early, but he never does.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't look forward to it all day. If I didn't fantasize about him, making me breathless as he pleasures me for hours at a time.

I'd also be lying if I said I didn't want to know what he was thinking about this. About us. Or if I didn't wonder if he was going to somehow use this against me later for something, too.

Today, I try my hardest to keep thoughts of him off my mind though. I've already messed up two tours and if I mess up a third, I'm pretty sure Michelle is going to ask, "What happened to the girl I first hired? Bring her back. Now."

I pull the shades to the gallery's window and prepare for my last three tours of the day. I'm determined not to make any mistakes on these.

***

When I get off later that night (I decide to work a few hours of overtime), I notice Justin leaning against his squad car across the street.

"Are you here to give me another ticket?" I say, walking over to him. "What's the offense this time?"

"It's technically jay-walking." He points to the light. "You should've waited to cross the street just then.

I hold out my hand. "Where's the ticket?"

He gently pushes my hand away. "Where's your car?"

"Three blocks up."

"Do you need a ride?"

"No, thanks," I say, but he opens the passenger door anyway. I consider walking away, but I decide to go with it.

He shuts the door as I climb inside, and he cranks the engine once he's inside.

Of course, he makes a U-turn and goes in the opposite direction from the parking garage where I park my car. I don't say anything, though. I could use an extra five minutes off of my feet.

I lean my head against the window and I can feel him looking at me, but I don't look back at him.

When we finally do reach my car, he, shuts off the engine. Without saying a word to me, he gets out and opens my door.

"Thank you," I say, getting out. "Are you working overtime today?"

"Unfortunately."

My traitorous body whines at that thought.

"Well, um..." I can't help but look into his eyes. "Thank you for the ride."

"You said that already."

"I'm allowed to say it again."

"You are." He steps to the side. "Are you going to go home?"

I nod and start to walk past him, but he grabs me by my waist and pushes me against his squad car. He pins my body to the metal with his and his lips quickly find mine.