Monday, June 23
Something was tugging on my arm.
“What the hell!” I cried, snapping my eyes open as I bolted upright.
“Relax,” said Kya. “You want out of these, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said as the memories of yesterday’s events flooded into my brain. “Have a good day at work.”
“Oh no, sweetie pie,” she said with an amused smile. “You’re coming with me till I feel I can trust you again.”
A sinking sensation hit the pit of my stomach.
“You want to earn my trust back, don’t you?”
I nodded weakly.
“Then get up and get dressed,” she ordered.
I brushed my teeth and hair, applied some makeup, then threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top.
When I entered the kitchen, where Kya was having coffee as she went through some papers, she told me to hurry up because she wanted to hit the road real soon.
“All I need is coffee,” I said, reaching for the coffee pot.
She glanced up at me from her paperwork as I poured. “Why do you wear so much makeup?” she asked in a disapproving tone. “You really don’t need hardly any at all.”
“I’m glad one of us doesn’t think so,” I said, trying to smile and act like all was well.
I finished my coffee as she stacked her papers in a neat pile. Then she turned to face me and came toward me, hovering so close that I was backed into the counter, unable to move. She leaned on the palms of her hands, placed on the counter at my sides. “Now, little missy,” she began, staring intently into my eyes.
The physical attraction I still felt toward her, despite all she’d turned out to be, was overwhelming. The wonderful sensations she magically stirred within me were beginning to surge through me once again with her body so close to mine. Try as I would, nothing could suppress them. Nothing could stop the wetness that began to form between my legs. Nothing could stop my mouth from going dry. Nothing could stop my knees from weakening as I began to quiver with desire.
“Are you going to behave?” she finished.
I nodded as her lips slowly crept toward mine. I tried to push her away, but it was useless. She was just too strong. Her lips found their target. She forced my lips apart with her tongue, exploring my lips, tongue, and mouth before finally pulling back.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “It’s not that I don’t want to have fun with you. I just want to give it a little time.”
“Give it a little time?” she said, pulling back a little.
I nodded.
She looked skeptical.
“How about when we get back?”
I would say anything to stall for time.
“Okay, but just remember,” she said, straightening up, “I’m going to hold you to it.”
“Okay.”
“And if you try to get away from me,” she went on, “I’ll beat you so damn black and blue when we get home you won’t recognize yourself in the mirror.”
My heartbeat picked up. “How can you claim to love me, then say such horrible things to me, Kya? You don’t love me—you’re obsessed with me!”
“Let’s go. I don’t have time for this,” she said, looking at me as if I were merely a silly teenager out to be defiant and stubborn. She gathered her papers and motioned me to the door.
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