Sleeping with the Enemy

MaeI pulled my little Nissan into the driveway of my family home. It looked like every other home on the street, minus the nice yard and spring flowers. The two-story home was once considered a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood. Over the years, the neighborhood had become less affluent and more average. My parents were part of the downfall. No one ever said it aloud, but everyone in the neighborhood knew my parents were a little off.They weren’t off. They were addicts.I knocked on the front door before letting myself in. If I waited for someone to answer, I could be waiting all day. “Mom?” I called, stepping into the dark foyer.I heard a snort, followed by a growl. No, we didn’t have a family dog. That was the sound of my father snoring. I flipped on a light, not wanting to step on him in case he had passed out on the floor. I spotted him on the couch, facedown. I sighed, shaking my head and not at all surprised to find him that way.“Mom?”“Here,” I heard her answer.I walke

TysonI saw the moment I won. Now, we were moving into negotiations. I might have shown my hand by expressing my deep interest in the piece, but I didn’t care. I wanted it. I had already decided it was going into one of my museums, which was really just my private collection that I got to charge people to view. People paid a lot to see my vast collection of artifacts that dated back more than a thousand years.She tossed out a number. I smiled, accepted it, and continued to browse through the artifacts that were lying on the tables. Alec followed behind me. Once I had made my selections, I left Alec to handle the business of payment and procuring the items and the necessary documents.“I’ll meet you at the hotel,” Alec called behind me.I put up my hand, indicating I’d heard him. I pulled on my sunglasses and walked back to the waiting jeep. I was taken back to the hotel by the driver I had hired to run us around. I was anxious to get home. I already knew Alec would be coming back to

TysonI scanned through the latest findings from one of the digs going on in Egypt. I appreciated being one of the first people the benefactors thought of when they wanted to sell their items from whatever dig they were funding. Unfortunately, I saw nothing that piqued my interest. I quickly sent a personal email thanking them and declining the offer at the same time.I continued to filter through the emails requesting items and those offering to sell others. My job consisted of much the same thing. Day in and day out. Most people would be bored. I wasn’t. I loved the excitement of finding that one thing. I loved the history. I loved to daydream about the people that had owned or used the items.People told me I had been born in the wrong century. I didn’t believe that. I liked running water. I liked cleanliness. I liked cars and flying. Right century with a healthy fascination for history. And that fascination had paid off very well for me.“Lunch!” Alec called from his office down t

MaeParking was at a premium on the crowded street and the yahoo sitting in his limo and staring at nothing didn’t belong. I was forced to do a shitty parallel parking job because of the giant car in the way. Now, the man was staring at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was crazy. It probably wasn’t the best idea to go around pounding on the car windows of strangers. Not in this day and age.“Well?” I asked when he continued to stare at me instead of answering my very legitimate question.He made a move to open the door. I took a step back, ready to kick the door shut if I felt threatened. Hell, I would kick him if I felt threatened. He was still staring at me. He stood, his full height towering over me.I frowned at him. “You do speak English, right?”“Mae?” he said.I took a full step back. Now I was on guard. “Who are you?” I snapped.“Mae,” he said again. “Mae Kendell.”He was going to serve me papers. My parents had somehow managed to retain a high-powered attorney and he thought he c

TysonIt had taken me the entire day to recover from my encounter with Mae yesterday. Seeing her had left me shaken.She was so much prettier than I remembered. She was gorgeous. Those eyes? My god, those green eyes were just stunning. She had filled out. A womanly figure with round breasts and a gentle flare at the hips.Her hair was a little longer than it had been back in high school. It looked silky and soft and perfectly touchable. She used to wear it back all the time. I remembered waiting for that moment at the end of the day when she would take it down and let it hang loose around her shoulders.Her smile was just as I remembered. She could light up a room or a man’s soul with that smile that reached her eyes, crinkling them at the corners. There was a softness about her that drew me in. She had a gentle nature, but I knew when poked, she could be very outspoken and a little scary. Thinking about those moments made me smile. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed her until I saw