Take a Breath(11)

I quickly make my way back to my bedroom to get dressed, knowing I’m going to have to face him again soon. The need for food is now overwhelming me.

I slip a tank top on and a pair of short shorts and head downstairs, hair still wet from the shower. I walk in the kitchen and find him there eating some scrambled eggs with toast. My stomach grumbles in protest and I quickly notice that the other side of the breakfast bar is another plate of eggs for me.

“I made you some extra. I hope you don’t mind?” Jake smiles.

“No, thank you. I’m starving now after my run.”

I sit down quickly and start to tuck in. Man, his eggs are good.

“I’m really sorry about earlier,” I say. “I’m so used to not closing the door to my bathroom that I just forgot. I know Matthew wasn’t here, but still, it wouldn’t have been my best moment.”

He studies me for a moment whilst eating his food.

“No, it wasn’t the best idea but an easy mistake to make, so don’t worry about it. Why were you using it anyway?” he asks.

“Well my shower wouldn’t turn on and I must admit I was feeling pretty desperate. I was so hot after my run, so it was the first shower I thought of to use. I hope that’s okay?”

He chews his food for a moment then speaks. “That’s fine. It’s what it’s there for. There’s probably a faulty valve that needs replacing. I’ll have a look at it before I hit the gym.”

“Thanks, that’s kind of you.”

I shift in my seat and visibly wince. My ass is really sore. I bet I have a bruise the size of Mount Vesuvius.

“Are you ok? You seem in pain?”

I rub my behind a bit to try and ease it a little.

“I’m ok, I think I may have broken my ass, but apart from that I should be fine.”

We both start laughing easing the tension between us.

“Maybe I could rub some cream on it,” he suddenly blurted.

The words are out before Jake could even register them and it visibly sends him into total shock mode. I had never seen anyone look as horrified as he just did right now. I sit there fixed to the chair mouth agape staring at him. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat before rising. He looks at me, then looks away. This seems to carry on for a few seconds with me still in complete surprise.

“Erm, I’m going to take a look at that breast, I mean shower for you now,” Jake stuttered. And with that, he was gone.

I wanted to gather myself together, grab him and yell, “Yes please, for the love of God rub some cream on my ass!” but it was all too late. What I wouldn’t give for him to rub cream on my bottom. The thought sends my fantasies into overdrive. I think I’ll need to take care of that later. The tension is all too much with what has been happening today.





I decide later in the day to go and get some retail therapy. Nothing like buying a good pair of shoes to make you feel better about yourself. I make my way to Reston, thinking that going there is a good change to Tyson’s. I seem to spend my life there when I’m not working. I don’t shop much, I just like to look around. Saving sucks at times, but today I will make an exception. I have to buy some shoes no matter what they are. Shoes will set me free, that’s what I kept telling myself over and over.

After looking in a dozen shops I finally find the most sexy red patent shoes I had ever seen in my life. Someone would have to be confident enough to wear those. Am I that confident? I give myself a pep talk telling my head that I need to live life a bit more and fuck the price. They’re the sexiest shoes I have ever seen and I must have them.

I walk into the shop and straight away I’m greeted with a huge smile. Don’t you just love America?

“Good day, ma’am. Can I help you with something?”

I cringe, I hate being called ma’am. I’m twenty-two for goodness sake.

“Yes please. Do you have these in a size eight?”

She beams at me again showing her brightly coloured train tracks.

“Great choice. These are always very popular.”

She disappears for a couple of minutes and comes back holding a box. She places the shoes at my feet, as I take a seat on the bench. I slip off my sandals and place my feet into the high heels. I get up feeling taller than I have ever done before and wonder whether I will end up looking too tall. I walk over to the mirror to have a look and that’s when all doubts fade about these shoes.

“I think they look great on you,” the shop assistant said.

I think they do, too.

“I’ll take them,” I say, smiling.

I pay at the till not realising they were $130, but I don’t do this all the time. I need to treat myself every now and then. I feel better already. Marvellous what buying a pair of shoes can do the for the soul.