1.4 Secrets

Waking up the next morning was only a harsh reminder of exactly why Amiee wasn’t a self-professed party girl like her dear friend Shelby. Every single part of her body ached from her head right down to her toes. She could only remember bits and pieces of the night…the rest was just a blank space that had filled the rest of her head.

She glanced over to the other side of the bed and noticed the covers drawn neatly back, a small indent on the pillow and mattress…that could only indicated one thing. She wasn’t the only one to sleep in her bed last night.

Amiee gasped and sat up drawing her fingertips to her temples and massaging them lightly. She desperately tried to pull the blank areas from her mind –concentrating, desperately trying to remember what had happened after she left the bar last night. But those grey areas still remained grey.

She slowly stood up –the room still spinning around her, she held onto the nightstand as she came to her feet and steadied herself, she noticed a sound –a light cascading of water coming from the bathroom…and then it had stopped. I must be losing my mind, she thought as she let go of the nightstand and made her way into the kitchen.

Deep in thought, Amiee continued into the kitchen, not noticing that the bathroom door had swung open until it had met her face.

“OWWW” she screamed as grasped at her nose –hoping and praying that it wasn’t broken. When she brought her hands back down and there were no signs of blood she let out a huge sigh of relief.

“What the….” She shrieked as a tall, dark and handsome mad had appeared from behind the door.

He swung her arm around her and tilted her head back.

“Are you okay, let me have a look at it” he said as he examined her nose.

“It’s not broken…I am so sorry, I didn’t know you were up…” He said as she wiggled herself away from him. 

She looked at him puzzled at first, but when his face came fully into view, the blank spots in her mind had finally filled as almost all of the memories washed over her like a tidal wave. Oh shit… was the only thing that she could think.

Her knees had nearly given out on her at this point, but he grabbed on to her before she hit the floor.

“Here let’s sit you down before you completely collapse.” He said guiding her to the table. He pulled the chair out for her and motioned for her to sit.

“Coffee?” He asked as he began to pull two coffee mugs out of the cupboard and filled them generously.

The way he moved and the level of comfort he had, made it seem like he wasn’t out of place at all…like this was his home and it was just another morning. 

Get up…shower…make coffee…what’s next breakfast? Amiee thought to herself. She wasn’t sure if she felt uncomfortable at the fact he was so comfortable or if she was thankful that he was being so kind and not one of those stereotypical men who ran out in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning after they had gotten what they wanted.

“Yes please…” she struggled to speak.

“How do you take it?” he asked

“Black.” She replied…watching his every move.

“A real coffee drinker eh?” He said with a chuckle.

She watched him closely as he made his way over to her with the coffee cup in hand and a sly smile on his face. His body was draped by one her soft linen towels, beads of water still slowly running down his chest, precisely following the lines of his chiseled and bronzed muscular physique. 

“So let’s get right to the point…no sense in beating around the bush…” Amiee said –focusing her glance on him as she brought the cup of hot coffee to her mouth, gently blowing on it before taking a sip.

“No.” He said matter-of-factly. She hadn’t even gotten the question out yet.

“No?” She said inquisitively.

“No…I know what you are going to ask me…and the answer is no…” He replied flashing her a smile.

“How do you know what I was going to ask you? I could be asking you if you enjoyed my company last night…” She said to him.

“But you weren’t…” he replied coyly, sipping his coffee.

“So we didn’t …hook up last night.” She said looking up at him from the tops of her eyelids.

“No.” He replied without returning the glance, only getting up from the table and placing his coffee cup in the sink.

She watched as he drew the water from the faucet and meticulously rinsed his cup. He did not look back at her once, but spoke softly.

“Would you like some breakfast, or can’t you stomach the thought of food at the moment.” He said as he finished rinsing his cup –turning it upside down in the sink.

“Sure, breakfast sounds good right about now…I am starving.” she half-lied. Of course the thought of food, while having one of the worst hangovers of her life, had completely repulsed her…but she, indeed, was hungry.

“Why don’t you get yourself dressed and I will throw some clothes on and make us some breakfast.” He said as he dried his hands on the towel that clung from him and headed into the bathroom.

Amiee rummaged through her dresser to find some clothes to throw on when she could have sworn she heard her front door shut. Maybe he was going to get breakfast. She thought to herself as she continued to browse. Then she heard a voice.

“Amiee are you up?” the woman’s voice said. Amiee nearly froze with sheer terror, expecting him to come out of the bathroom…or even worse come out still wrapped in the towel. She bolted for the kitchen. I have to get rid of her and quick…she thought as her feet hit the cold hard linoleum tiles.

“Shelby…what the…what hell are you wearing…do I even want to know.” Amiee said as she stood in front of the bathroom door ready to barricade it at all costs.

“Photo-shoot this morning…just dropped by to see if you had risen from the dead yet…with as much as you drank last night I am surprised to see you so…alive.” Shelby joked.

“Haha very funny coming from someone that looks like they are ready to hold a séance and turn to the dark side herself…I am fine…” Amiee replied with a sarcastic smile.

“It’s a competitive business, have to do what’s hot, whether you like it or not…and I guess dark and gothic is the ‘in’ thing right now.” Shelby said.

“I need to use your bathroom quick…” Shelby said as she made her way over. Amiee quickly became nervous as fear washed over her body in wave.

“NO!” She shouted as she stood in front of the door.

“Geez Amiee rude much? What is your deal…just need to check my makeup…” Shelby replied pushing her out of the way. But Amiee forced herself back in front of the door.

“What the hell…” Shelby said agitated.

“I just remembered I threw up in there last night and I don’t think I have cleaned it up…Let me go in first and clean…it will only take a sec.” Amiee replied quickly.

“It’s okay…I’ve seen worse…” Shelby replied as she pushed her out of the way.

“No! I insist…” Shelby said nervously.

“Fine…but make it quick.” Shelby said as she sat down in the living room, flipping the TV on.

Amiee opened the door just enough to slip herself in. There he stood in the middle of the room with a sly smile on his face...seemingly enjoying every moment of her torture. She shut the door behind her and walked over to him.

In a hushed tone she begged him to hide.

“Please take your things and get in the shower and draw the curtain…” She said with her hands clasped together as if she were praying to Gods above.

“Is this your idea of foreplay?” he asked as he laughed. Amiee rolled her eyes.

“Shelby is out there and needs to get in here…if she sees you…it…it…it won’t be good…for either of us I am sure.” She continued.

He didn’t gather anything…he didn’t say anything…he didn’t move, in fact, he just stood there almost proudly, with a stupid smirk on his face.

“Go!” Amiee shouted in a whisper. But he still stood there…for a moment before he motioned to move; only he didn’t move toward the shower he moved toward her. He placed his had in her hair and whispered.

“Now what would the fun be in that…it isn’t exhilarating and dangerous to have Shelby in the other room only feet away, you in my arms, your body pressed against mine…filled with desire and longing…” He said. She pushed away.

“Stop it! I mean it! Get in the shower now or I’ll…I’ll…” Amiee yelled.

“Everything ok in there Amiee..need a hand…” She heard Shelby call from the living room.

“No! I mean yes everything is fine…be out in a minute.” Amiee turned to the door and yelled back.

When she turned back around he had scooped her into his arms –his eyes locked on hers. Amiee froze, though her first instinct was to fight him off she knew it would draw too much attention and Shelby would come barreling in, but on the other hand, his grip was strong and it was as if gravity was uncontrollably pulling her towards him, she could feel excitement fill her veins, it was a little exhilarating, knowing they could be caught at any moment…then thoughts had started to fill her mind.

Thoughts of his body on hers, his lips toying with hers, his hands exploring the contours of her body…her thoughts were quickly interrupted as he pulled her close nestling his lips on her neck.

He then, slowly raised his head trailing his lips along her skin before bringing them up to her lips where he nibbled on them gently and softly, filling her body with longing and desire, craving the taste of his drugging kisses with insatiable invitation. 

                                                                               

Just when she thought she was going to get her way, he playfully pulled back, leaving his lips suspended before hers, allowing his warm breath to blow across them, watching them turn bright red from the invasion of warm blood,  he knew exactly what he was doing to her and it had satisfied him in ways one could never understand. He pulled his lips closer and allowed his tongue to slowly and gently, almost barely, circle around the corners of her mouth before pulling himself completely away.

“What the hell was that!” she shouted in a whisper. The blood flowing through her veins had quickly gone from passion and desire to disappointment and agitation.

“Awww come on I was just playing with you…” He replied with a smile.

“Two can play at this game you know…” she replied with her hands on her hips.

“So that means you must be agreeing to see me again…” He said to her.                    

“I wasn’t agreeing to anything…was just stating a point.” She replied.

“I promise I won’t tell, it will be our…little secret.” He said raising his eyebrows at her.

But before she could get a word out the knob on the door turned. She quickly pulled her body away from his, fear plastered all over her face, her heart pounding, nearly exploding out of her chest as a rush of adrenalin washed over her body.

Amiee turned around and for a moment it felt as if her heart had stopped beating. Shelby walked in and the color quickly drained from Amiee’s body.

“Sorry I can’t wait any longer…” She said as she entered and began to play with her face in the mirror. Amiee snapped her head back and he was out of sight.

“What’s up with you today? You looked like you just seen a ghost…” Shelby said still fixing herself.

“Too much to drink last night…” Amiee replied.

"Well I am out of here...wish me luck!" Shelby said as she turned and left.

"Good luck." Amiee called to her...but Shelby was already out the door.

He drew the curtain back, stepping out of the shower his gaze fixed on her. He could see the relief wash over her body...she stood there still in her slinky tank top and cropped cotton panties...her long legs that seemed to go forever to the floor. He lunged himself toward her pinning her against the door where he rested his left hand, his other hand resting on the curve of her waist.

"Now see, was that exciting and dangerous enough for you Amiee." he whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her.

"That was close...and it can't happen again..." She paused realizing she still didn't know his name.

"My name is Everett by the way...not that you cared to ask..." He replied, almost as if he knew what she was thinking.

"Everett..." was all that she whispered as he dropped his right hand, caressing her leg and pulling himself closer to her, pressing his soft and sensuous lips to her skin.