Page 8 of Payback's a B!tch

“I think you might have that ass-backward,” I challenged.

Her fingers were soon locked around my neck with her legs on either side of me, firmly planted on the deck. It felt good to be wanted again. She was certainly a woman of action. It was starting to dawn on me that she was in desperate need of satisfaction and wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

“You do make a mean steak. There’s no denying that. What I want right now is something that only you can give me. It will take a lot of sweat and time. These two hands have the talents to put a smile on my face,” she said with one of my fingers in her mouth.

“I’m a little speechless at the moment. We shouldn’t do anything we’re going to regret in the morning,” I cautioned with my head turned.

“Get your head out of the gutter. I need you to put my new bed together.” She smiled as her finger moved across my lips.

It was a little out of character for me to be seduced. She wasn’t coming out and saying it, but her words certainly did hint at the possibility of getting physical with one another. She wasn’t interested in having sex in the conventional sense of the word. I wasn’t sure what this would entail, but I wanted to be a part of it.

Bethany strolled by and I noticed in my peripheral vision that she was still naked, dripping water on the deck. I didn’t bother to look at her when my eyes were firmly glued on Constance’s flat stomach. It rippled in waves when she giggled under her breath.

“I have an early morning surfing lesson. Try to keep it down to a low roar. I do have earplugs but the walls are thin and…” Bethany hesitated, with her words cut short on her way into the house where she was supposedly taking up residence.

“She’s on vacation. I think this is where we’re going to have to part ways. I’m feeling a little dizzy. My door is always open. Do you think that you can help with my bed? It’s in pieces built by a little old man in a shop in his basement,” she said before walking away with a little sway to her hips.

I couldn’t move without announcing my current predicament. The tent wasn’t going down. It seemed the only way out was to give into that moment of indecision. It was asking for trouble to step over that invisible line in the sand. But I was already trapped in this entanglement of emotions.

This was not seduction in the typical way. This was systematic. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go get it with both hands. In this case, it started with both feet, but why quibble over semantics?

I took a few deep breaths and then attempted to stand. My legs threatened to give out from underneath me. My hands were on the table to keep my balance. I’d never been lightheaded before. Women had thrown themselves at me from the moment I was old enough to recognize the signs.

This was something else.

I wanted her. It was as simple as that. There was no way to mistake the hungry animal inside of her calling out to me with her body language. Building her bed must have been a ruse to draw me into the lair of her bedroom.

The moon was full and the wolf was on the prowl.

I moved through the house, navigating the many boxes littering the floor. Climbing the stairs, I saw a light at the top. This was her siren song that no man was going to be able to resist.

My breath was short when I turned the corner and saw her on her knees in a compromising position. The pieces of her bed were scattered on the floor and she was trying to make sense of the instructions. It was mainly scribbles with numbers to follow in sequence until everything was put together. She looked up and smiled.

It was time to get to work.

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