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the rear view mirror, she steps out with a towel and a
small bag... alone. I follow her with the cam to the pool changing area, where
she walks into the women’s room.
    “Why are you getting
dressed in your car?” I whisper. “Where are you coming from?”
    I wait patiently
until she reappears and walks outside, tossing the bag and towel into the
backseat.
    “Fuck,” I mumble,
pushing my chair away from the desk. I put on a dress shirt and hear a knock on
the door, answering it while still buttoning the front.
    “Nice.” She smiles
with bright red lips. “Leave it open. Actually, take it off, the towel too. I
owe you something after taking off
last night, don’t you think?”
    She walks in and I
lock the door, continuing to button my shirt without answering.
    “Mark,” she says and
stops my hand. “Don’t give me the silent treatment, I’m sorry, okay?”
    The expression on
her face is always genuine. Whether she’s in a loving mood, pissed off, or
apologetic, it’s never forced. I love that about her.
    I take two soda
waters from my fridge and she gladly accepts one of them.
    “We should talk,” I
say softly. “I have some questions before we fool around... if we fool around.”
I motion to my sofa and she takes a seat. I’m no longer aroused after seeing
her use my hotel like it’s a... hotel.
    “His name’s Roland,”
she says. “I was hoping by now you would’ve let that conversation from last
night go.”
    I play along, acting
like I don’t know anything about the guy.
    “Who? The guy who
hurt you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Roland sounds like
the name of a pet pig,” I pause, “and I will let it go temporarily, but that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed about it,” as she would
expect me to be.
    She nods and
whispers thank you.
    “But we have other
things to discuss,” I exhale, placing my drink on one of my end tables.
    “It’s alright, Mark,
I understand.”
    “Understand what?” I
face her with my arm resting on the back of the sofa.
    “That you can’t be
with me anymore because I have weird baggage. I don’t blame you.”
    “That’s not what I
was going to say.”
    “Really?” She’s
hopeful. “Then what?”
    I slide her closer
and trail my finger along her forehead, temple, cheek, to her small chin, then
around to the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine. Her skin smells
like a fresh spritz of flowery perfume and her lips taste like peppermint. Two
kisses in less than a day... Jesus, I’m losing it.
    Her hand works its
way under my towel but she sighs when she finds my cock flaccid.
    “Tell me something,
Jules.” I look deeply into her eyes and my caressing hand on the back of her
neck changes to a firm grip. “Where’d you sleep last night?”
    She tries to pull
back but I refuse to loosen my hold.
    “What does it
matter?” She pushes my arm away and rubs her neck. “As far as I can tell, we’re
not in any sort of relationship, so I shouldn’t have to answer that question,
especially since you never open up about anything in your life.”
    “Bullshit.” I stand
and put another log on the fire. “That’s complete bullshit,” I repeat, needing
to keep my hands occupied or something’s gonna break. “It matters to me and just because I didn’t want to discuss Dayne doesn’t mean that the rest of my life is off limits.”
    “Let me repeat,” she
says assertively. “I think we have a good time fooling around with one another,
but there hasn’t been much else to make this...”
    “I asked you to
dinner last night.”
    “Yeah, and you got
moody and left me alone.” She crosses her slim legs and leans forward.
    “So... you’re saying
you want to date, like we’re in high school or something. Hell, the last person
I dated was my ex-wife and that was over fifteen years ago. I’m a grown man,
Jules. I’m not going to...”
    “So you just fuck
people? See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t get me wrong, I love
sucking your cock, Mark,