Xandra with an X

All Yours, Sweetheart

For the past two weeks I've been doing my best to find a job, but Larry always reminds me to focus on school. I transferred to the community college here and when I'm not at school I'm home doing homework. He says I don't have time for a job and that I should wait a bit to get one. As nice as that is, I can tell he's just saying that. I don't know him well at all but there was always talk about him when my grandparents were still alive. They didn't like him and weren't a fan that he was still in contact with my mom for so long. I get it though, they said he was always asking to borrow money from everyone. Maybe it's shitty of me, but I'm betting it won't be long before he asks me for some.

Xandra has gotten use to me a bit more by now, but still eyes me when I walk in a room. Somewhere deep down I think she doesn't all together mind me because I help around the house a lot. She'll never admit it, but I think she might even enjoy my company when Larry is out all the time. If I wasn't here she'd be alone a lot.

As soon as I get back from class I throw my bag at the foot of the stairs and kick off my shoes. I'm starving. My first class is at 8 am and I never bother to get up early enough to grab something to eat. I had a pack of fruit snacks in my bag so that was lunch. My last class gets done at 3:15 so per usual I'm home by 3:40. I go straight to the kitchen, grab some leftover Chinese and pop it in the microwave.

"Well look who's finally eating." Xandra's voice rings in my ears. She's sitting in the living room with a glass of wine and a magazine.

"Sorry, were you gonna eat this?" I ask as I grab it out of the microwave.

"No," she smiles and looks back down to her magazine. "It's all yours, sweetheart."

I swear my hear just dropped out of my ass. Sweetheart? Since when does she call me that? Or smile at me? I'm not complaining, but oh my god, I have to squeeze my legs together because of the sudden aching between my legs.

"Thanks."

"And will you clean up a bit?"

"Sure."

I've kept my obsession with her hidden but how am I supposed to do that if she says things like that to me? Ya know what, I wanna see if I can get her attention.

I pull up spotify and turn on Rules by Doja Cat. It's my favorite song. As soon as the lyrics begin I hear Xandra's magazine fall to her lap. I can feel her eyes on me despite my back being to her. I sway my hips lightly as I scrub a pan in the sink with soapy water. I'm too focused on my hips hitting the beat and trying to make it look nonchalant that I didn't even hear her get up.

"I know what you're doing." I jump when I feel her practically press herself up against me.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

My breath hitches in my throat and I stop moving my hips when I feel her hand cup my thigh, just below my ass.

"Oh you don't?" Her other hand moves to my hip, pulling me closer to her. "Don't stop dancing." She demands.

Her lips are so close to my ear. I let my hands fall to hers, forcing her to squeeze my right hip and left lower butt cheek as I start to move again. Xandra's acrylics dig into my skin and she moves the material of my shorts up.

"You don't have to wear these tiny shorts to get my attention," Her lips move to my neck and trail kisses to my shoulder before making her way back. I lean my head back to rest on her shoulder and her teeth graze my earlobe. "but I'm really glad you do."

Her tongue runs across the shell of my ear, driving me crazy. I'm release her hands and turn to face her. Jesus fuck I want her mouth on mine, her tongue down my throat. Her lips immediately go to my collar bone and she's taking her time, teasing me, on her way to my lips. My heart is pounding and a moan falls from my lips every time she sucks on the right spots. I push her back a bit and grab the back of her neck, trying to move her mouth to mine, but she refuses to let me. The anticipation is killing me and her lips finally kiss the corner of my mouth. I open my mouth a little, ready for her to take advantage of me further. I'm so lost in her touch it take the slam of the front door for me to turn my back and her to pull away.

Xandra goes straight to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of wine and I go back to the dishes. I'm trying so hard to calm my breathing but I can tell she's recovered.

"Hey guys." Larry emerges from the foyer into the kitchen.

"Hey." I can't bring myself to turn around.

"Hi, baby." Xandra's intoxicating voice makes me weaker.

I can hear her lips smacking with Larry's and my heart drops. That kiss was suppose to be mine.