Saviour (Saviour #1)(54)
I say nothing, digesting, absorbing all that he's just told me. I've had nearly naked sixteen year old boys in my house, I know firsthand how hot they can be and how cheeky and charming, the things they say to try and impress, what's the term my boys use? Flanter. Flirty Banter, equals Flanter. Teenage boys, they say things, they push their luck, but for f*cks suck I've never acted on it. Her children are similar ages to mine; her son must be just a few years younger than Gabe, that's just wrong, so wrong. I know Gabe was wrong for having an affair with a married woman but if he’s telling the truth, which I think he is, she was an older, married woman and she pursued him, he’s not blameless but he’s not entirely to blame either; all said and done, what happened today isn’t Gabe’s fault, it’s not Karen’s fault and I can't change what happened in the past; today was unfortunate but its old news, so, where to now, how do we move on? I don't want to be jealous. But I am, I can't help it, he's hot and f*cking gorgeous, and I hate other women looking at him as much as I love it, it would be different if I could say ‘Fuck of bitch, he’s mine’ but I can’t, because I don’t know yet that he is. I want to trust him. I do trust him, I think. But I do not trust other women. I find him irresistible and I am pretty sure every other woman with a pulse does too!
“I don't want you working there” Is all I can think of saying.
“Lauren, I wouldn't be working there, I don't know what you think I do but most of my work is done either from the office or I am moving from site to site, I don’t do the hands on stuff anymore” He raises his eyebrows and smirks a little as he says this, yeah I get it, hands on, you’re a funny f*cker Wilde and yes you have just totally turned me on, just with words, again. My skin burns.
“I will send someone out to price the job up and a project manager to run things, I am interested in getting the work because her husbands a celebrity and it gets our name out there but I don't have to have any direct contact with her for that to happen”
I'm hot, in a too much sun kind of way, not a sex kind of way, well yeah, a sex kind of way too, the hands on thing got that going, but I am also extremely pissed off, with him, with her, with myself. Today started off so beautifully and now I just feel ... bla. It's like every day there's something and we've only been together a week. A week, what a week, a complete roller coaster of thoughts, feelings, and emotions. My world has been turned on its head and for some reason; don't ask me why, I suddenly wonder how Jason is doing.
If I'm feeling shit despite having Gabe by my side... Although right now I’m really not sure if he's a help or a hindrance to my emotional state....if I have Gabe and still feel like this and Jay has no one, how must he be feeling? My world is so totally f*cked up.
I walk through the house, go down to the pool, take off all my clothes and jump in. I stay under the water until my lungs burn and feel like they will burst; when I surface Gabe is on the side about to jump in.
“What the f*ck are you doing?” He shouts at me, he has an almost frantic look on his face.
“It’s freezing in there Lauren, the solar’s not been on, grow the f*ck up and get out”
I really can't be bothered to answer him, I'm drained, exhausted, my brain needs to have a rest from thinking so I just go under again.
I swim up and down until I feel considerably calmer. I'm still pissed off but not as much as I was. As I calm, I remember I'm naked, I want to get out but I don't want to give him an eyeful, he doesn't deserve it, well he might but I'm feeling petulant and don't want him to. Gabe’s lying up the wrong way on a sun lounger watching me, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth now, he’s obviously calmer now too. My clothes are lying in a pile right in front of him, there's no way I'm getting out and standing there naked. He's lying on his belly, with his hands under his chin. He knows I'm f*cked so I call out
“Would you please get me a towel?”
The f*cker shakes his head. Okay so don’t, I'll just keep swimming. There are clouds beginning to gather in the sky now and the wind is getting up. A cool change is forecast for tonight and I can feel it in the air. I swim up and down a couple of more times,
“Are you not getting cold Lauren and tired?” He asks with the hint of a smile on his face, he knows I’m probably cold, my lips are probably blue, both pairs.
“No, I'm fine”
“Would you like me to get you a towel?”
“No thanks, you can poke your towel up your arse. When you go in, I'll get out” he smiles and shakes his head,
“I’m going nowhere baby; I could lay here and watch you all night” Bastard!
I have no idea what the time is when I eventually step out of the pool, freezing cold, wrinkled... more so than usual and probably a nice shade of blue, trying to look as if I hadn't given it a second thought, I walk up the steps of the pool, past Gabe and into the house, stark naked. I am freezing, so head straight into the shower, my skin tingles as the almost scolding water hits it but as I rinse the conditioner out of my hair, it’s a different kind of tingle, and I know he is there, even before he starts to rub shower gel into my shoulders, I am too drained to respond and I just stand with my arms at my sides and let him wash me from head to toe, in complete silence. He turns off the water and wraps me in a towel and dries me, he guides me over to the sink where he uses a face wipe to remove the last traces of my makeup. He squirts my body lotion into his hand and rubs that in all over me, I’m actually quite turned on, but I still don’t react, I am enjoying this far too much and do not want it to end. He puts cream on my face, deodorant under my arms and then drags the comb through my hair. He has put a towel around his waist and I can see his erection twitching through it and can’t help but smile. He catches me and looks down at himself and smiles too, looking back up to my eyes as he whips the towel away and wiggles his eyebrows, I shake my head, roll my eyes and I sigh as I look at him, he is such a boy sometimes. He leads me by the hand to the bed, pushing me back on it.