Absolutely Unforgivable(33)
I sat down at the bar, propping my feet up on the bottom of the chair, and drank my orange juice, enjoying watching Billy at work. He really was a great cook and he just looked so great doing it.
Soon after Jeromy came into the kitchen, looking for me or, perhaps, looking for his clothes. As he stood shirtless in the doorway I couldn’t help but admire the body that stood before me. He had a broad, chiseled chest with a very well defined six pack below that. I smiled and he walked over to me and kissed my forehead. “Mornin’ beautiful.”
“Good morning,” I said as I spun around on the bar stool to face him. I put my hands on his hips and just sat there staring in his amazing chest. He arched an eyebrow and nodded a hello to Billy.
The boys had their own sort of communication. Instead of HI’s and hello's it was always a nod here and a nod there. It seemed to work for them.
I turned back around to Billy, noticing he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me as I turned around to greet Jeromy. He often did that. His eyes bored into me as if they reached the very depths of my soul. It was haunting, chilling, and perhaps a little bit arousing.
Billy pushed a plate across the bar to me with the most deliciously delightful tasting omelet I had ever had in my entire life. It truly melted in my mouth. Jeromy, standing behind me, reached over to snatch a piece of bacon and I playfully swatted his hand away. “Hey! That’s mine. Get your own.”
Of course he didn’t listen and took what he wanted anyway. He tended to do that often. But then again, I loved it when he did. It was one of his more alluring traits.
Looking towards Billy now he asked, “How was your night, man?” Billy just shrugged. Jeromy started to ask more but, quite honestly not wanting to hear about Billy’s sexual triumphs, I quickly changed the subject.
“You are such an amazing cook, Billy. I don’t know how you do it. I’m so going to gain a billion pounds living with you.”
Jeromy leaned over to me, taking my last piece of bacon and playfully said, “You better not.”
I tilted my head up to him, giving him an evil glare. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I was fat?”
He swung me around and lifted me off of my chair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. “If you were fat then I couldn’t do this.” He didn’t let me finish my breakfast. Instead he carried me off, up to our bedroom so we could have some alone time before he had to head off to work.
Chapter 8 - Caught
After Jeromy went to work I made my way to my bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. While I don't normally wear a lot of makeup when I was just lounging around the house for the day, for some reason today I found myself trying to mimic what the lady from the night before had done. It didn’t look anywhere near as nice as when she had made up my face, but still I tried.
I made my way over to my closet to find something to wear. I grabbed a dress off of the rack and put it up to my body, wondering if I would look hot in it. I sighed realizing what I was doing was stupid. I had the absolutely perfect man. I couldn’t go around lusting after his best friend, someone he had grown up with. Who cares if Billy thinks I’m hot. It’s wrong and I have to stop doing this. I have to stop thinking about Billy.
When I came back to my senses I grabbed a pair of shorts, a favorite pair that were super comfy. I threw on a white t-shirt and another pair of my favorite white Polo socks. It didn’t matter what I looked like. Jeromy was at work and I had nobody here to impress.
I made my way back to the kitchen to help Billy clean up after breakfast and to apologize for not getting to finish his wonderful meal. But when I got down there he was gone and the kitchen was spotless. Looking around I didn’t see Billy anywhere. Just then Kita entered the room carrying a large basket of clothes and another small basket on top of that one.
I grabbed the small basket, wanting to help, and followed her as she led me to Billy’s room. It was the only part of the house I had not been in before. This was Billy’s true private sanctuary. It was a place that nobody ever went, besides Kita, apparently. This was his space, his escape from the troubles of the world around him.
I paused for just a moment at the door, not sure if I should go in. Shaking off my fears, I carefully walked into the room. It was a big, airy room, full of light that streamed in through a tall window set in the far wall. This room was larger than the two bedroom hotel Jeromy and I had been living in back in Oklahoma. There were heavy, dark velvet curtains on either side of the windows. Windows that arched to the top and made of warm, sand-colored stone that matched the paint in the rest of the room.