I removed what little of my clothing remained and examined myself further. Shoulder length black hair flowed over my shoulders and frizzed up because of the rain. My soft features and high cheekbones gave my face a thin profile. I pursed my lips and laughed at my silly poses before settling back on the bed. I felt too lazy to put anything on at all and started to settle under the covers.
Then I heard the front door slam open and a raucous laughter filled the entryway. Considering how thick my door was, I couldn’t help but be interested in what was going on.
I pressed my ear to the door to try to hear, and the first voice I heard was Tom’s.
“Deborah, tell me, am I striking out here?”
“I don’t think you can strike out. I think you’re about to hit a home-run tonight,” the woman said.
And then another woman spoke. “Come on, Tom I wanna see what the pool looks like, I brought my swimsuit just for you.”
“Jen, I don’t see how you can fit a swimsuit in that tiny purse,” Resounded Tom’s voice again.
“Trust me, you’ll like what you see.”
I had to see what was going on as I had never been up while he was in the middle of one of his trysts. I cracked open the door to my room which let out a small creak as it slid and started to tip-toe down the hall.
Looking out over the foyer, I saw one girl already hoisting her incredibly small dress off her tiny frame showing off her model sized assets. I sneered at her skinny frame and wished I could at least have a slimmer physique.
The other girl was leading Tom towards the back of the house and out of sight. Tom didn’t really show much trepidation as they went and seemed quite excited.
I knew I should stop but my curiosity and intoxication led me forward still. I crept down the stairs while trying my best to keep an eye on the trio. Tom pointed them towards the pool that waited in the wing and I continued to follow just a corridor behind them and trying my best to keep out of sight.
The women, now naked, climbed into the pool, and Tom grabbed another drink from the decanter nearby. He looked down the hall and I ducked behind a doorway. As I turned to look back to the pool room my gaze was met by Tom, who was now standing right beside me.
I was spellbound by his stare, and he had a drunken smile on his face. He gave me a look up and down.
“Nia, are you aware that you’re naked.” He asked.
You could probably have boiled water on my cheeks I was so incredibly embarrassed after he said so. I did my best to cover myself up, but it wasn’t much of a relief.
“If you want to go for a swim, the pool is open and it’s apparently clothing optional,” he said while stripping off his shirt.
I didn’t have any response; I just wanted to be back in bed and forget this happened.
“Okay, I can see I’ve embarrassed you. Let’s just say that I’m too drunk to remember anything and you can head off to bed. Does that sound okay?” he said.
I nodded and started backing away down the hall. His eyes never left me nor my body and I wanted to slap him for staring, but, at the same time it was my mistake.
I nearly lost my footing on a carpet and caught myself with my hands; giving him another eyeful. While I was incredibly embarrassed, I did feel at least a little flattered that he wanted to stare at me instead of the women in the other room. So I slowed my pace and let him stare as I walked off with the sexiest walk I could muster.
I heard his footsteps follow me for a moment before stopping as I made my way upstairs. I felt a little flush when I closed the door to my room; I felt like being naughty.
The alcohol was catching up with me and I sprawled out in bed. The silk sheets I had grown accustomed to would be my only comfort of the night. Still, I felt much better about myself.
****
I dressed sensibly the next morning, throwing my wet things over the shower in my bathroom and feeling much better after the rest. I journeyed through the halls toward the kitchen downstairs and it felt oddly empty this morning.
The chef was nowhere to be found nor was Brent nor was Magda, the maid. I hunted through the house to see where everyone was and only found Tom sitting in a deck chair in the pool room. The room was empty, save for him. The girls who were here last night left no trace.
“Tom?” I said.
He lifted his head and squinted his eyes. “Ah, it’s just you Nia,” he said laying his head back down. “I gave everyone the day off. Clear my schedule for the afternoon if you don’t mind.”
I started looking over his schedule for the day on my phone and it was to be a light work day anyway. I sent a few e-mails and texts to make sure his staff would be abreast of the matter.
He stood up and stretched his muscles a bit. “What would you say to dinner?”