Here is another excerpt from my novel, Facets. It's from a story is called In the Meantime and we look in on Warren who is being a bad boy. The problem is, he may've chosen the wrong person to be bad with...
I awoke with a start. I didn’t recognize where I was and it made me a little nervous. It was dark, save for the gentle glow of a few candles that smelled like vanilla.
I finally looked around at Desiree’s room, since I hadn’t really concentrated on that earlier. The room was large with heavy drapes on the windows and all the amenities, like a mini-bar, a refrigerator, an entertainment center with a large screen TV and stereo system and a massive queen sized bed. Directly in front of the bed, there was a hallway that led to the door. The bathroom was down the hallway and I heard the shower running.
I walked to the window and took a look at the view. It was breathtaking. There was a clear view of the Chicago River , the Wrigley Building
It’s a good thing Christy is out of town, because I’d be busted by smell alone. I smelled like Desiree’ and my crotch was sticky. The thought of Desiree' made me instantly hard and instantly ashamed.
Everything Christy and I did over the past ten years ran through my mind like quicksilver: our first date, our first kiss, our wedding day, the first time we made love, everything that made our relationship what it is. The enormity of what I’d done and how badly I’d screwed up dropped a glacier into my stomach. Christy didn’t deserve this. She deserved much better than this. As I started putting my clothes on, I promised myself that I would never do anything this stupid again and that Christy would never, ever find out about this. As if on cue, the bathroom door opened.
The light from the bathroom sculpted Desiree’s body in planes of light and shadow. The white towel wrapped around her, emphasized the nakedness of her caramel toned skin. She was smiling like a cat that had just dined on a very succulent canary. The analogy was entirely too appropriate.
“And where do you think you’re going?” she asked.
“Home,” I said as I buttoned up my shirt.
“I don’t think so.”
“Look, we had our fun, but I’m going home.”
“Why? It’s not like you’d have to explain to your wife why you smell like another woman.”
“What?”
“Your wife isn’t at home. She’s out of town on business, right?”
“Y…Yeah,” I stuttered. Desiree’ started to walk towards me. The lights in the ceiling that led to the bed bathed her in light one moment and plunged her into darkness the next. I felt like a rabbit in someone’s headlights. Moving out of the path of the truck was the only thing that would save me, and it was the one thing I could not do.
She passed into darkness again and said, “There’s no need for you to run off. Nobody’s going to miss you.” I might've been just spooked, but it looked like her eyes glowed and her face was more sinister, almost demonic. Fear exploded inside of me and I suddenly wanted to run away as far and as fast I could, just as long as she didn’t catch me.
Then she was in front of me, smelling of shower soap and as beautiful and desirable as she was the first time I saw her. Fear gave way to desire and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her.
“How…how did you know…?”
“That you were married? The skin on your ring finger is lighter than the rest of your hand.” She started to unbutton my shirt. “What, you thought I’d read your mind?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. Her left hand stroked my chest and my stomach, while the right caressed the rising tent in my pants. It was getting hard for me to concentrate.
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