I took the bus across town to my friend, Tricia’s, apartment. I knocked at her door and she quickly opened it, a smile spreading across her face when she saw me.
“Kendra!” she squealed as she wrapped me into a tight hug. “Honey, it has been too long,” she drew out in her southern accent. “Get in here girl!”
She moved her petite frame to the side as she held the door open for me. I stepped into the apartment and out of the hot Florida heat. The cool air conditioning felt heavenly.
She closed the door, trapping the heat out of her large apartment as she skipped happily next to me and led me over to the oversized, brown couch with bright white pillows. Her living room was at least twice the size of mine, and beautifully decorated. I never understood why she didn’t go into interior design with the natural talent she had.
“So,” she drew out as sh
I stood at the stove, cooking myself some scrambled eggs for lunch. I had rose early and Scott had driven me to get some much-needed groceries for our apartment. He had left to head to work as I put the food away and cooked for my rumbling stomach.A quick knock at the door drew my attention away from what I was doing. I walked over and opened the door to find no one there. Confused, I glanced around and noticed the note taped to our door from our landlord.I pulled it off and read the official notice our of impending eviction unless we paid our rent within the next two weeks.I angrily clutched the note in my hand as I stormed inside, throwing the door behind me, and charged toward my phone. I quickly dialed Scott’s number and he picked up within a couple rings.“Hey baby,” he said happily.“Why are we getting an eviction notice?” I shot out immediately.The line went silent for a
I nodded my head and he immediately bent down, grabbing my butt and lifting me up. My legs straddled him as I lowered my face and kissed him. Desire coursed through my veins like it never had before as I tasted his delicious lips on mine. His mouth opened, inviting me in as he moved toward the wall, bumping my back against it. He dropped my legs as he pinned me against the wall, his hands exploring my body with an urgent need. He grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head and making quick work of my bra as it fell to the floor. My hands went to his pants, undoing his belt and dropping his pants to the floor as he did the same to mine.
Scott surprised me when I came home and cooked me a delicious Italian pasta dish with homemade breadsticks. We relaxed together on the futon and eventually made-out before moving to the bedroom. I laid beside him in his arms after making love and stared up at the ceiling. For the first time in forever, I felt guilty after having sex.I should have felt guilty for my romp with Preston. I should feel remorse or shame for taking his money in exchange. Instead, I felt guilty for being with Scott; as if I was somehow cheating on Preston by having sex with my own boyfriend.It was ridiculous and insane and made no sense at all; but it felt like it should be Preston’s arms I should be laying in. It should be his bed and his home.His broad smile kept flashing through my mind. The taste of his lips taunted me, growing a constant need inside me for him. The feel of his body on body on mine, of his hands exploring every single inch of me, set my body aflame with desire.
I stood watching him leave, completely thrown off by him. When I had first met him, he had nearly undressed me the first chance he got. And now he was asking if I wanted a drink? Men were fickle things.I wandered back into the condo and looked around the room. Various landscape photos hung on the wall. There was a bookshelf near the large screen television and I walked over, my fingers skimming over several classic books. I noticed a guitar sitting in a stand over in the corner and strolled over to it. I gently traced my fingers over the strings just as Preston returned to the room. I turned around toward him as he walked in with two water bottles.“I got one for me, too,” he explained as he held one out to me.“Do you play?” I asked as I took the water bottle. “And thank you.”“Yes,” he replied as he opened his and took a long drink. “And you’re welcome.”I grinned at him as I opened my water bott
"Hey," I drew out nervously as I laid in Scott's arms in our bed.He turned toward me; his eyes droopy with sleep. His dark hair was messy and curly atop his head making him look rather adorable. "Is it okay if I go dress shopping with Tricia on Saturday?" I had decided the lie would be better than the truth. It shouldn't matter that I was meeting a client on Saturday. I knew Scott would be thrilled with the news of the payday, and he was the one who initially hooked me up with Preston. But there was something about the rendezvous that felt wrong. It felt dirty; like I was somehow cheating on Scott to take Preston as a client. I knew exactly why, though I would never admit it out loud. I had feelings for him, feelings I shouldn't have.Scott grinned lightly at me, fatigue showing across his face. "Why does she need to go dress shopping?" I mentally smacked myself on the forehead. "Fred proposed! They're getting married." "Really?" he remarked in surprise. "What's so surpri
After breakfast, we drove to Sammy’s Skydiving. I stared with unease at the tiny building, but Preston assured me it was completely safe. He held my hand and led me into the building with confidence. Sammy himself greeted us enthusiastically as he spoke to Preston about the current, perfect conditions for a jump and heights and equipment I had never head of. My hand tightened on Preston’s as my nerves began to mount within me. He glanced at me occasionally, giving me a reassuring smile and my hand a gentle squeeze. “This is my friend, Kendra.” Preston glanced at me as he introduced me. “This is Samuel. He’s the best skydiver around.”Samuel chuckled as he shook my hand. “Its nice to meet you, Kendra.” “She’s a little nervous,” Preston drew out slowly in his accent. “No worries,” Samuel said reassuringly. “We’ve already had an accident this morning so we aren’t due for another f
We went back to Sammy’s Skydiving. We took off all the equipment and the jumpsuits and left in Preston’s sports car. We drove in silence with the windows down, both of us seeming to reflect on the amazing experience we had just participated in.Preston drove us to his condo and parked. He opened my door for me as he led me into his home. I excused myself to the restroom as he began rummaging around the kitchen talking about burgers and grilling.I returned to find the condo empty and noticed the sliding glass doors off the kitchen slightly ajar. I headed toward them and found Preston standing outside in front of the grill. I cautiously stepped out onto the stone patio.A large, built-in grill was surrounded by tan and light brown bricks with a beautiful countertop. It made a large L shape and had a dark, wooden canopy over it. Across from it was an oversized umbrella with four patio chairs made of a dark wicker with light brown cushions beneath. Matching ottomans sat in fro
We sat out on the patio beneath the Florida sunshine and ate our burgers with some fruit he had grabbed from the fridge. We talked about much lighter topics of favorite movies, sports, and foods. “Favorite song?” he asked as he took a large bite of his burger. “Easy,” I replied as I lounged in the patio chair with my feet up on the ottoman. “Everything I Do, I Do It For You by Bryan Adams.” He looked at me in shock. “Really?’ “Yep,” I assured him with a confident nod. “Nothing will ever beat it. I used to listen to that song over and over again in my room and write every single lyric out. I was obsessed with it.” He chuckled as he took a drink of his soda. “Care to explain why?”I shrugged. “It was the first glimpse for me that love like that could exist. That a man could love awoman so immensely and…” I trailed off as I froze, the Florida sunshine suddenly unable to touch thefreezing chill inside me. I slowly shook my head, realizing I was on the brink of revealing too much.