Pillow Talk

Chapter 5

Nixon sat, bouncing his leg up and down, his eyes glued to the entrance of the living room. Freya hadn't come in yet and he was dying to see her again, to just admire her and drink in her delicate features.

Was she avoiding him?

He let his eyes roam the room for a moment, his parents were engaged in a conversation with the Lorden's whilst Sara and Nicolas had disappeared into the other room adjacent to this one, doing God knows what, scratch that he had a good idea what they were doing.

Exactly what they'd done when they stood him and Freya up for lunch.

Unnecessary information, courtesy of Nicolas.

Normally he would never come to these dinners with his parents. They could barely stand to be in the same room without an argument breaking out. It was a miracle they hadn't taken a dig at him yet. But then again they were always good at pretending.

Observing the room, Nixon found it odd that among the many pictures lining the walls, Freya was not in any of them. There was definitely something off about this family.

Or maybe he was projecting his own family dynamic onto the Lorden's.

He'd been doing a lot of thinking over the past couple of days, especially about the conversation he'd had with Emma. Was he ready to move on and with Freya, beautiful and innocent Freya?

Did he even want to go there again?

Nixon exhaled softly, all this thinking was giving him a headache. He could do with a drink but he wasn't sure it would go down well with his parents if he asked the Lorden's where their bourbon stash was.

As much as he would get a kick out of pissing them off, this dinner was important to Nicolas so he'd behave. For now.

Water would have to do.

Standing up, all eyes turned to him. His mother had a questioning look on her face, his father remained stoic.

"Nixon, can I get you something?, Debra asked him. There was something about this woman that made him want to flinch, maybe it was the fact that she seemed over enthusiastic. It looked fake.

"Actually, I just wanted a glass of water."

Debra stood up immediately, "Oh, I can get it for you."

"No.", Nixon held up his hand, "Just point me in the direction of the kitchen."

A hesitant smile appeared on the woman's face, "Sure, just go through the entrance hall and it's the first door on your right."

Nixon nodded before he walked out. It was exhausting to play the happy family and he was more than happy to get a minute to himself.

Easily following her direction, Nixon stepped into the large kitchen. The sight before him had him stopping dead in his tracks.

Freya was leaning over the sink, washing her hands.

Nixon's eyes ran up the length of her body, appreciating her creamy legs, her round ass that he wanted to feel in his hands, the curve of her hips and the way her body dipped at her waist emphasizing her petite shape.

He could feel his cock twitch as he checked her out. Merda! This was fucking torture.

A gasp left her mouth as she turned around and saw him standing there. The dark look in his eyes left her breathless.

Trying to gather her wits, Freya ran a hand through her hair, his eyes followed the action.

"Is the-there something you need?", she sounded breathless, her eyes wide.