Man of the House(32)

I dreamed about him that night, which wasn’t something I expected. In my dream, he kept walking away from me while looking over his shoulder, a smile on his face. He was begging me to follow, but every time I tried to catch up, he’d walk faster and faster. It was a weird dream but I all but forgot about it when I woke up the next morning.

As I made breakfast and went about my day, he was all I could think about. I knew it was stupid and maybe wrong, but I also knew that there was no stopping it anymore. I gave myself to him and he gave me something I never expected in return. I needed it again and again, and I knew that just once would never be enough. Carter was a man unlike any other I’d ever met.

I had boyfriends in high school and even one in college. They were nice, but they were boys. They wanted to drink beer and play video games all day long, and then would grudgingly take me out to a movie or something like that. They never knew how to satisfy me, not really, not the way I needed. They were just too fast, too awkward, and too uncoordinated. Those guys didn’t know how to touch a woman the way she really needed it.

I never knew what I was really missing until Carter showed me. He was older than I was, though it wasn’t that strange at all. He was experienced, a man that had been around in the world and knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He wasn’t some horny teenage boy that was going to come in ten seconds because he couldn’t control himself. Carter was sensual, poised, and incredible. He had the experience to make me feel good.

I never thought I’d be interested in an older guy. Maybe a senior in college or something like that, but not one that was over ten years older. Sure, it wasn’t like he was actually old enough to be my dad, but still. He had a considerable amount of experience compared to me.

I wanted to learn. I hated to admit it to myself, but Carter knew more about sex than I did. He did things and said things and made me feel things that I never pictured before, and I could tell that it was only the beginning. I wanted to learn from him, wanted him to teach me exactly how to fuck. I wanted him to show me what my body was capable of.

That was all I could think about all day. I kept checking the Marauder’s Map, but he never showed up on it, even through that night. He either had his phone off or maybe he was stuck at work, but I went to bed that night frustrated and tired.

The next day was the same. I woke up from a strange dream about him and lounged by the pool, waiting for his dot to appear. I kept picturing the things he would do to me and the dirty things he’d say to me, and I was practically dripping wet all afternoon. I’d never been so excited before, so turned on. Carter didn’t even have to do anything to get my body going.

By the time six o’clock that night rolled around and he still hadn’t shown up on the map, I was too excited to wait any longer. I hurried up to my apartment, showered off, and as I got dressed I had an idea.

Carter liked surprises. He sent me some lingerie and the flowers because he enjoyed spontaneous practical jokes. He didn’t even seem angry when I handcuffed him to the bed and left him there for a maid to find, which admittedly was probably a little overboard. If he didn’t want to show up on the map, well, then I’d just have to go find him.

I waited until ten, when I knew he’d be finished working, and I slipped on the lingerie. I had to have a little glass of wine first to help with the nerves, but soon I was dressed in that sexy outfit. I sent him another Snapchat of me wearing it then put on a long beige coat I had to cover it over. Heart hammering in my chest, I left my room.

He was going to love this. I walked down the hall and checked the lab first. There was nobody in it, and so I went on to his music room. I passed a few security guys and a few other staff members, but none of them looked at me strangely. I wondered if they knew what I was doing and were just being polite, but it didn’t matter either way.

He wasn’t in the music room, either. I checked the map one last time, and he still wasn’t showing up. I checked Snapchat, and sure enough he had looked at my Snap, though he hadn’t replied.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I had one last place to look for him. I walked across the house and into the wing he shared with my mom, praying the whole time that I wouldn’t run into her.

I got lucky and found myself at his bedroom door. I knocked once, softly, and then again more loudly.

He door creaked open and Carter looked out at me, a strange, reserved smile on his face.

“Emily,” he said.

“Hi, Carter.”

“What’s up?”

“I have something I want to show you.”

His smile wavered for a second. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll come out.”