Chapter 4: Carol

CHAPTER 4

CAROL

Susan walks toward the kitchen, finds her purse on the counter, and pulls out her cell phone.

“Wait! What are you doing?”

“Just a second,” she gestures with her hand before leaving the living room and heading toward the front door on the lower level of the house. I hear the door open, but it never closes.

She has always been a good friend, sister, and companion; constantly trying to fix everything. I leave her to it while I start clearing the mess in the living room. Thinking that I’d soon have to leave my place made me feel nostalgic. It was a simple, cozy apartment; it only had one bedroom, a private bathroom, a living room, and an integrated kitchen. And a small studio downstairs, next to the front door. I would truly miss this place.

Once everything is organized, I leave the glasses and plates in the sink and start washing them.

“Done!”

I jump in fright; I didn’t hear her come in.

“What is it?” I ask cautiously, seeing that wolfish grin on her beautiful face.

“You’re going to work with my father.”

I roll my eyes.

“Oh, no! No way! We’ve already talked about this, Susan. I won’t work for him. Your father barely says half a word to me; I can’t do this.”

“So you’d rather leave?” Mmm, she had a good point.

“For heaven’s sake! You know I don’t. Of course not. But…”

“But nothing. I already talked to him. At first, he wasn’t into it, but then I reminded him that he doesn’t have a secretary and you don’t have a job, and he accepted immediately.”

“Susan!”

“And that’s not all,” she says excitedly.

“Oh, it’s not?” I mutter, turning my back to her. The worst had already happened. He doesn’t want to work with me; he only accepted because his daughter had to beg him. How foolish of me to allow myself to fantasize about him.

“No. This very week you’re moving into the house with him. Well, he doesn’t know I’m planning to leave yet… but it doesn’t matter. You’d live there as long as you need while you stabilize financially and find a place to go.”

Did I hear that right?

I finish what I’m doing and turn to find Susan watching me.

I celebrated victory too soon. The worst is just beginning.

The woman is ready for a fight in case I refuse anything she’s suggesting. Leaning against the kitchen island with her chin up and a challenging gaze, Susan waits.

“Don’t pull that routine with me; you know it doesn’t work.”

“In this case, it does. You need it, and besides, Dad will need it too—he just doesn’t know it yet. But once I’m gone, I know he’ll feel very lonely at home. With you there, you can both keep each other company.”

I opened my mouth a couple of times with nothing intelligent to say; in the end, I closed it. She really doesn’t know what she’s doing. Will and I under the same roof was a “sweet temptation.”

“There you go, I win!” she lets out a little victory cry as she gathers her things, rounds the island, and hugs me. “I have to go, it’s late.”

“What?” I check the time on the microwave clock: six-thirty. How fast the hours go by. “You’re leaving already?”

“Dinner at home, remember?” she gives me a smile before leaving the kitchen. I follow her to the edge of the stairs as I watch her descend; at the last step, she stops to look at me.

“Tomorrow, eight o’clock sharp at Dad’s office. 15th floor. Marta, the receptionist, knows you’re coming. Tell the security guards that Mr. Ashford is expecting you. Bye, hottie!” she winks at me, blowing a kiss. She opens the door and leaves, but not before I hear the little brat lock the door from the outside.

I stand there dumbfounded, thinking.

“This is going to be a hellish temptation.”

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After taking a long shower, I look through my closet for something comfortable to wear; in the end, I settle for black panties and an oversized Warren Street University t-shirt. I finish combing my long dark hair and go to the kitchen for some food. I make a quick tuna sandwich with orange juice and take it to the room along with my phone.

While having dinner, I check the time on the phone screen: nine-fifteen. I decide to text Susan to see how things went.

Me: How’s the dinner going?

The reply came almost immediately.

Susan: Still at it. I’ll stop by the office tomorrow and tell you. Kisses.

I stare at the screen completely stunned.

Tomorrow I start my new job.

Suddenly my hunger vanishes, replaced by a horrible craving to see Will. I leave everything on the nightstand and lie down. I close my eyes, letting the memory of our chance encounter take over my mind and give free rein to my heated imagination…

I run the palms of my hands over my sensitive breasts, stroking the tips of my neglected, tight nipples, giving myself a little pleasure. I imagine it’s Will’s hands pulling at them while he stares fixedly into my eyes. I see that fire in his gaze that I love so much… a burning desire about to explode. He lowers his face and buries it in my neck; his lips travel along my collarbone, sucking and biting all the way to my tight breasts. The mere brush of his tongue makes me moan with pleasure. I writhe under the soft, hot touch of his mouth; I’m about to scream in exquisite ecstasy…

One of his hands goes down to my crotch, pushing my panties aside to find that exact spot he knows will drive me crazy.

I am completely wet, so wet. I only want that older man to make me his, and as if he could read my mind, he runs two of his fingers along my entire length, playing with the moisture of my vagina, teasing me.

I open my eyes and he is watching me with a mocking look and a cocky half-smile on his beautiful face. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me and gives me the pleasure I want so badly; I moan, arching on the bed as I search for that orgasm so desperately. He knows what I want and he gives it to me. He rubs his thumb on my clitoris and that’s it. The orgasm explodes in soft waves throughout my body. He still continues to devour my nipples.

Without realizing it, I fall asleep, wishing it were all real…