I still decide to go check it out.
I tiptoe carefully through my room, as the moonlight peeking in from the blinds is my only light source. But I know my apartment like I know the back of my hand and have no problems navigating through it. However, I’m used to things being in certain spots. Madison’s discarded shoe is not one of them.
Very ungracefully, I trip and land on both knees as I grab onto the end of the bed to stop my fall. I instantly look up, terrified I’ve woken Madison from her peaceful slumber. But when she murmurs lightly and rolls onto her side, I know she’s still sound asleep. My reaction to protect her was purely innate. I haven’tfelt that way in so very long, and it’s actually nice to care about someone other than myself.
Rising slowly, I focus on the floor to ensure the coast is clear. Thankfully, I make it to the living room without further injury. I stop in the middle of the room and pivot my head toward the door.
Silence.
I could have sworn I heard a noise, but if someone was there, they seem to be gone. Deciding to go back to bed, I turn toward my bedroom but suddenly hear the gentle rustling of someone searching through a bag. I knew it.
Charging to the door as silently as I can, I yank it open to see Juliet outside, looking through her handbag. She stops rummaging through her purse and pulls back, confused, when she sees me in my sweats and tee.
“Nice pajamas,” she mocks, her gaze landing on my Yankees top.
She knows I usually wear nothing to bed, and considering I have a serious case of bedhead, I can’t exactly say I was bumming around watching TV.
“Why are you here?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
Juliet smiles. “I’ve come to tuck you in.” She takes a step forward, indicating she wants to come in.
That’s not going to happen.
I quickly place my arm across the doorjamb, preventing her from entering. She looks at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Who are you hiding in there?” she asks, standing on her toes to see over my shoulder.
I move to the left to stop her from seeing in. “No one’s hiding,” I say, trying to appear cool.
“Well, let me in.” She attempts to push me out of the way.
I stand my ground, however because there’s no way she’s setting foot inside this apartment. “I’m tired, Juliet. Can we do this another time?” I say, hoping to stall her.
“Do what, Dixon? I haven’t seen you all week. You totally blew me off last time and not in a good way. You owe me,” she states, cocking a challenging brow.
I’m afraid to ask, but I question anyway, “Owe you what?”
“You know what,” she replies, pursing her lips seductively. “You owe me at least one…” And she holds up a finger. “Two…” She holds up another. “Ten mind-blowing orgasms,” she concludes, holding up both hands. “It’s time to pay up.”
“Now?” I ask, standing rigid so she can’t shove past me.
“Yes. Right now.” She takes a step closer, her chest almost touching mine.
“Now is not a good time for me,” I reply, faking a big yawn. “I’m beat. I don’t think I’ll be able to deliver one orgasm, let alone ten.”
This will hopefully be enough of a deterrent for Juliet because denying her pleasure means she has no reason to be here. But of course she has other ideas.
“Well,” she says, pulling back her shoulders. “If you’re not going to fuck me, the least you can do is watch.”
“Watch what?” I ask, swallowing.
“Watch me fuck myself.”
Before I have time to protest, she slides a hand down the front of her skirt and begins pleasuring herself.
“Juliet,” I hiss, looking down the hallway, afraid my neighbors will see a masturbating woman outside my door.
“Shh. This won’t take long,” she says breathlessly, closing her eyes as she bites her lower lip.