“You were pretty feisty tonight. Everything good?” he asks, turning to his side, facing me.
“Just a bad day, that’s all.”
“Okay, I don’t mean to be intrusive. I know we don’t have that type of relationship but I couldn’t help but feel the tension coming off you when you arrived. I’m glad you’re okay.”
I give him a hint of a smile and reach out to caress his face. “You’re sweet. Thank you.”
“Pfft, I’m far from sweet. My ex-wife would argue that with you any day. Don’t be fooled. Sweet, I am not. But, I do consider myself a gentleman and I always want you to feel respected, regardless of us just being sex to one another.”
Ouch. That stung a little and I have no idea why. This odd feeling surges through me and I don’t like it at all. We are just sex to one another. I know this. I asked for it. Why does hearing him say it feel weird?
“You’ve never disrespected me. And, to me, you are sweet. What anyone else thinks is irrelevant.”
I roll over and start to untangle myself from the sheets when I feel his arm circle around me. He pulls me back toward his body, moving us into a spooning position. “Where are you going?”
I turn my head and grin, “It’s late remember?’
“I think I need one more taste before you go,” he says, twisting me around to my back as he makes his way down between my thighs.
“Oh my god, again? I don’t think I’m capable.”
“I’m capable of making you capable,” he says in between kisses and then he proves it.
It’s a groggy drive home in the dark of night. My hair is mussed from hours of sex and my body aches in the best possible way. As I pull into my driveway, I see a car I don’t recognize in front of my house. Getting out, I scan the area, straining to see if anyone is inside the car, and then the door opens.
James.
“What, in God’s name, are you doing out here at this time of night?” I demand, dumfounded by his presence.
“I could ask you the same thing, Candace. Where have you been at this hour?”
I wave a finger in the air over my head, “Oh, no. Don’t even think you can come to my home and question me about my whereabouts. I could call the police, you know.”
“I’m the Chief of Police. What good will that do you? I just came here to talk and you weren’t here, so I waited…and waited.”
I drop my hand to my hip and gape at him. “Yes, I know you’re the chief. I was married to you for fifteen years. But, as you well know, we aren’t married anymore and you have no right to be here, especially when I’ve clearly told you not to come back.” My tone is dripping with sarcasm and it’s pissing me off that he’s ruining the high I was on.
“You’ve been out fucking someone, haven’t you? Look at yourself. The walk of shame doesn’t look good on you, Candace.”
I throw up my middle finger. “Fuck you, James. Get off my property or I will call the police and I don’t give a damn if you’re one of them or not because you’re not above the law. You made your choice over a year ago when you fucked your secretary. You don’t get to come back now and find forgiveness on my doorstep.”
He puts both hands up but has that shit eating grin on his face I’ve always hated when he was trying to be a smug bastard. “Alright, alright. I’m going. I’m not giving up though.”
“You’re wasting your time, James. There’s nothing left for us. You broke us and there’s no repairing the damage,” are the last words I say before unlocking the front door and slamming it behind me. What a ballsy asshole. My phone dings; it’s Brisban.
Brisban: Just wanted to check that you made it home ok with how late it is.
I smile instantly. And he says he’s not sweet.
Me: Just got in. Safe as can be. You?
Brisban: Home now and sleepy after our evening together. Talk tomorrow…today?
Me: Sure, if you want. I know you will be busy.
Brisban: I want.
Me: Okay. Night handsome.
Brisban: Night gorgeous.
“Hi,” his voice is an instant switch for a good mood. I can’t help but grin.
“Hi, yourself.”
“I hope I’m not calling too early.”
“No, I’m just having some coffee and going over some work. I’ve been up for a couple hours now.”
I went to sleep thinking about him and I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t check my phone for a text from him when I first woke up.
“I thought maybe you’d sleep in after I kept you out so late last night.” His voice is playful and flirty. He’s in an exceptionally good mood this morning.