Four
Reed
As I left the dining room, I thought abou t Sinclair. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, with those heart-stopping green eyes, the cascade of reddish-brown hair, and unforgettable lips, but, obviously, a feisty little wench. I wasn’t sure what kind of relationship my brother had with her, but I knew one thing- it definitely wasn’t sexual. A satisfied woman wouldn’t have undressed me with that kind of hunger in her eyes. Not like Sinclair had.
Besides, my brother was so gay, he couldn’t even think straight.
Chuckling to myself, I went upstairs to search for Sela and found her in one of the five guest-rooms, standing over a suitcase in nothing but a hot-pink pushup-bra and lacy, thong panties.
I cleared my throat. “Looks like I arrived, just in time.”
She turned around, her eyes blazing. “I don’t know about that,” she snapped, raising her arms in the air, in frustration. “Thank you, by the way! I had to meet your mother all by myself, without any kind of introductions.”
I frowned . “Look, I didn’t know that you were coming. In fact, I’ve been trying to reach you all day. What happened; did your phone fall out of the plane?”
“ Haha, funny man. No, it died,” she said, turning back to her suitcase. As she bent over to look through her things, all I could think about burying myself, deep inside of her. Then, when she dropped a hairbrush on the floor and reached down to pick it up, it was too much. I moved in behind her, slipping one hand between her legs, the other on her perky little breast. “We could skip dinner and have dessert,” I breathed, nibbling on her earlobe.
She slapped my hands away . “Reed,” she warned. “There’s no time for this.”
Groaning , with two weeks of pent up frustration, I turned her around and pulled her to me, sliding my hands over the curve of her ass. “Come on, I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks. I’m ready to explode.”
“ Not… my… fault…,” she said, pushing me away. “You could have flown out to see me.”
I sighed. “ You know why I couldn’t. I had to be in court all week.”
“Right, your cases,” she sneered, slipping a cream-colored dress over her head. “You know, if I knew you were going to spend so much time in ‘court’, I would have put more thought into marrying you.”
“ You’re being ridiculous. Obviously, I just can’t pick-up and leave, whenever I want to.”
She grabbed her lipstick and turned towards the mirror on the wall. After applying a generous amount to her lips, she glared at me. “There’s always an excuse, isn’t there?” she said, then, lowered her voice to mimic mine. “I have a case I’m working on, I have to do some research, I have an interview,” she turned around. “Well, what about me? When do I get any of your precious attention?”
“Look Sela, if you weren’t traveling around the country, all the time, you’d see me every morning and night.”
“Oh, now it’s my fault,” she huffed.
I sighed. “No, I’m not saying that. Look, we both had these careers before we met. We both knew what we were getting ourselves into.”
“ No, I didn’t because you pursued me and we spent much more time together. Now, I’m beginning to think that there is someone else who is taking up more of your time.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
She raised her chin. “A lover, perhaps?”
“That’s bullshit ,” I snapped. “There is nobody else, for Christ’s sake. I can’t believe you’re accusing me of that.”
“ Really? I heard you were quite the…the… ladies’ man, before me.”
“That was then,” I said. “Now I’m a happily, engaged man.”
With a seductive smile, she slipped her arms around my neck. “If there is anyone else, Reed, and I find out,” she murmured, her French accent thicker than usual. “I’ll cut off your deeck.”
“My deeck?” I put her hand on my straining zipper. “Sela, there is nobody
David Levithan, Rachel Cohn