Page 14 of Cloud Storm

I see his green eyes looking me up and down, just the way I wanted him to, although he tries to hide it behind that frown and that shield of arrogance that surrounds him.

Without the slightest hint of shame, I return the look. I eat him with my eyes, ogling him with no shame. He wears a white muscle shirt and basketball shorts, completely different than the previous times I’ve seen him.

He looks more accessible, more human. The muscles of his arms are perfectly delineated under his tanned skin, he could trace them with a pencil and the result would be more perfect than Michelangelo’s famous white marble sculpture of David.

What’s worse is this version of him is real, flesh and blood.

His mouth is puckered and I’m not sure if he’s going to talk, make a face or if he wants me to approach him and take him by storm.

Somebody call the doctor and take me to the asylum!

Please.

The temptation is too great, I must restrain myself. In no way do my plans include getting tangled up with Lancelot Hills.

“What are you doing here, Miss Wilkinson?” he says. “Did you find out where I live and decided to follow me?”

Warm up engines! My heart pumps faster, the blood becomes a lava river that rises and rises in temperature.

Control, Ariel. It’s the angry one that loses.

“If you recall, I told you I lived here,” I answer, doing my best to sound casual. “Another thing you decided not to believe.”

“So, it’s just a happy coincidence, is it?”

His sarcasm just makes this easier for me. If he wants to start a verbal war, I’m not going to be intimidated by the first salvo.

“This is no coincidence. When you decided to buy that house, you knew that my home was here. If anyone is doing the harassing, it’s you.”

Lancelot stretches his arm as if to grab mine, but I’m faster. I turn with a swish of my ponytail, making my way to my apartment, leaving him standing there, digesting the information he just received.

I won the first round.

How fucking good it feels to have the last word!

From: Arthur

To: California Girl

Date: September 22, 2019 23:18

Subject: I’m still your accomplice

I like your plans. You have a rather evil imagination. Now tell me, what else goes through that crazy little head of yours?

Don’t tell me that the only thing you can think of is to kill someone, I bet your naughty vein gives for much more than that.

Think of something, something that involves me, preferably naked and in a private place. And with you, always with you.

Imagining you angry turns me on, come, fight me. I’m sure that we’ll find a way to reconcile our differences and then, when you are satiated, relaxed and smiling, I will manage to get away with mine.

I want to hear you shout my name while I’m inside you.

When are you going to say yes?

A x

P.S. Sending this email was not a good idea. Tonight I will go to sleep with an erection and a cold pillow as my only companion.

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