“Is that still happening…?”
“Afraid so. Go order us a meal or something, would you? I’m fucking famished.”
“Didn’t we eat already?”
“That was a million hours ago.”
I sighed. “Okay.” But I didn’t get up right away. I watched her disappear into the bathroom and shut the door.
Then I tried to remember what the fuck I was doing here.
Oh, yeah.
Bodyguard duty.
I’d barely even given that a thought the last few days. We were in our cave together, safe, where nothing else mattered.
It felt like nothing else even existed.
But it did exist.
I felt fucking drunk as I staggered out of bed. I made a mental note not to bill Brody for the last three days, because come the fuck on.
No work had been done. I was fucking naked and glutting myself on my client’s pussy ninety-percent of the time.
I had to look at the clock to see what time it was. And when I saw it was just after nine, I actually had to ask myself if it was nine a.m. or p.m.
I glanced at the curtains that were shut over the windows. Too dark out to be nine a.m..
I gathered some clothes that I found on the floor. There were a bunch of them strewn around, everything lying right where we’d shed it. Summer’s clothes were everywhere, too.
They’d been on the floor longer than they’d been on our bodies.
Probably needed a day to tidy up and maybe turn our attention to other things. Like making sure we had some groceries, and actually eating some more. We’d been surviving on two meals a day, too busy having sex and sleeping to bother with eating properly.
I wondered when the cleaning lady was coming again.
As I got dressed, I could hear the sounds of Summer’s shower and the music she had playing in the bathroom, some happy pop/dance song. Nelly Furtado. Hey, I was from Vancouver; I knew who Nelly Furtado was. I could hear Summer singing along, and when I caught my reflection in the mirror over her dresser, I was smiling.
I looked at myself, and the smile faded.
And I asked myself what the fuck I was doing.
Was I falling in love?
I wasn’t sure. After the whirlwind we’d just been through together, I couldn’t even think straight.
I went downstairs to order us some food. Summer said she was hungry, so I’d focus on that. I’d feed her, and then she’d go to work down in her studio, getting ready for her show tomorrow night.
She’d get lost in the zone, doing her thing.
I’d check my messages and return calls, and maybe I’d work out or something. I’d take a much needed shower.
Then I’d go to bed. In her bed.
And when Summer joined me in the middle of the night, exhausted from work, I’d roll over and slide myself slowly inside her as she gasped my name in that way she did.
I’d make love to her in the dark, and maybe I’d ask myself that question again.
