“Thanks.” I click the button a few times then decide I’d rather write my dad a Post-it and stick it to his monitor so he will see it when he gets back. I race off toward his office. Margo, his receptionist, is away from her desk, so I slip inside, grab a pen, and quickly write, ‘You forgot again…you owe me three lunches- S’
I post it to the monitor and let myself out.
“Oh, hello,” a woman with straight blonde hair cut in a bob greets me. “Savannah. right?”
“Ah, yes.” I smile. “Where’s Margo?”
“Her father is sick, so she had to go visit him in Philly.”
Later on that evening, my father finally calls me.
“Hey, Dad,” I say, rubbing my eyes.
“Savi, sorry I forgot about today.” I hear a woman’s voice in the background.
“Dad, do you have company?” I grin.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Savi, it’s just Margo. She came over to drop off a file.”
“Right.” I laugh, walking over to grab a blanket off the chair.
“We’ll reschedule for another day. Got to go. Good night, Savannah.”
“Have fun, Dad.” I’m still laughing as I hang up. I stop suddenly when my eye is drawn to someone standing across the street. He seems to be looking directly at me. He is holding what appears to be a folded newspaper, and when he turns away, I note how the light reflects on his boots…they look odd, like they turn up at the tips. How strange.
My eyes open as my heart pounds out of my chest. I look at the time—four thirty. Cole is wrapped around me, so I gently try to move his arm, but it locks around me.
“Why is your heart racing?” he whispers against my neck. Crap.
“Bad dream. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“You didn’t.” He rolls on his back and pulls me against his side so my head rests on his chest.
“You haven’t slept?” I feel terrible.
“What were you dreaming about?”
I sigh as he dodges my question.
“I remember another time I saw The American. He was outside my condo, watching me.”
Cole doesn’t say anything, he just stares at the ceiling. What I wouldn’t give to know what he is thinking. When I can’t take the silence anymore, I roll on his stomach and straddle him. The only light is from the full moon, so it’s hard to read his expression. I trace paths down his stomach with my fingertips, and it flexes when he folds his arms behind his head. I know he is upset with me, but I haven’t had time to really think since I passed out after our shower encounter. I shiver when I remember the feeling of him inside me. I push my weight on my knees to get the angle right then sink down before he has a chance to stop me.
“Savannah!” He jolts forward and grabs my hips. “Fuuuuck.”
I shift my body, adjusting to his size. He lies back down as I start a slow, lazy pace.
His hands press over his face as he sucks in a deep breath. “Christ, woman!” He grabs me, holding me still as he shoves his hips up and tries to get deeper, faster.
I push his hands away, smiling. I am in control this time.
He shakes his head and groans as I set the pace, again running my hands down his front, stopping in all the right places. Payback is going to be fun.
I pull him almost all the way out, but only take him back an inch.
He hisses out a puff of air.
I pull up again and slam down, knowing I can’t take much more.