Henry stripped naked and headed to the shower. He stepped into the spray without waiting for it to warm up.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he yelled. His spine jacked straight up, and his muscles contracted. Hello, instant sobriety. He shivered all over and, finally, the water went hot.
He grabbed his shampoo and made a quick job of that. He reached for his body soap, and realized he had forgotten to get a washcloth and a towel. He squeezed some into his hands and rubbed them together. He started with his face and worked his way down. As his hands ran across his relaxed flesh between his legs, it jumped to life.
“No…shit. Bloody hell!” He stood there for a minute, trying to think of everything repulsive and ugly that he had ever seen. Didn’t work. “Fuck me.” He washed down to his toes, trying to keep his mind off the rock hard pole that was mocking him between his legs.
He sighed and decided to just get it over with. He closed his eyes and pictured Elaina’s beautiful, long, straight black hair running over his body like a silky curtain. He groaned and palmed himself. He worked it slow, running his palm up and down his shaft, making sure that he squeezed his tip hard every time. He visualized her taking him into her mouth. As she ran her hands over his thickness, she sucked the life out of him.
“Fuuuck.” He stroked faster. He leaned up against the light blue glass tile wall, pressing the side of his face into it. He swallowed hard and his lips parted. In his mind’s eye, she was naked and kneeling below him, much like the first morning that they woke up together.
“Oh, god…” He stroked harder. He groaned so loud, it was like a quake in his chest. Elaina mouthed, Come on me, lover. Henry moaned and cried out her name. He exploded all over her neck, chest, and stomach.
He stood there, pressed against the tile with his eyes closed, while he continued the slow palming of himself, milking himself dry. When his panting finally subsided, he still didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew if he did, Elaina wouldn’t be there.
“Get a grip, mate,” he said out loud. He opened his eyes and saw that he had come all over the shower wall. “Perfect.”
Once he cleaned up, he got out of the shower and brushed his teeth. He thought about shaving, but didn’t feel like it. He dressed in a button-down, checked Burberry shirt and a pair of dark, distressed, straight leg True Religion jeans. He quickly slipped on his Varvatos dark gray Schooners, checked his mug in the mirror, adjusting his purposely messy hair. He stared at himself in disgust for a few seconds, then stormed out of his room.
While he drove through the streets like a maniac, Henry hoped the flowers were delivered and the letter would work. A song from Bruno Mars started to play on the radio.
“Fuck me.” He shut it off. He knew any song would remind him of Elaina. He was feeling self-conscious of the letter he wrote. It wasn’t worthy of his Elaina. A letter from the queen, herself, wouldn’t be worthy of his Elaina. She was more to him than what he had written, but he had no idea how to put it on paper.
He walked through the doors of the blood bank and saw that there were several people already waiting. He cringed, knowing he was going to have to exchange pleasantries with them, and he was not in the mood to do that. He stopped at Jennifer’s desk.
“You look like shit. How are you this morning?”
“Thanks. Slightly hung over and worried out of my mind.” Henry leaned against the desk. “I drank myself into oblivion at Cam’s last night.” He paused for a moment, then looked her in the eyes. “Jennifer, I might snap if the flowers don’t work.”
“I guess you’ll find out. She’s a lucky woman. I hope she realizes that, but I do have a good feeling that she will come back.” He gave her a sad smile. He wasn’t going to hold his breath waiting for Elaina, though, because he wasn’t expecting the flowers to work.
“Any calls?”
“Actually, not yet. But we could use some help. Steve is backed up already, and Sandy is off today.” She waved her hand toward the seating area. He cranked his head around and looked at the people waiting.
“Right. Let him know I’ll be right there.”
He walked back to his office, dropped his laptop case on his desk, and grabbed his lab coat off the back of the bathroom door. He walked around the back, through the lab area and toward the draw room. He went straight to the sink and washed up.
“I know you’re busy, bossman, but we’re backed up.”
“Yeah. I’m on it.” Henry sighed. “Uh, listen, I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I’m dealing with some personal shit. I shouldn’t let it affect me here.”