Oh, he is good. I wondered how Chicago-ettes would recover after reading that. After some consideration, I decided that my pity was for the male population. They’d have a hard time stacking up to someone like David Dylan. David Dylan and his affinity for big, green eyes. At the time of publication, he hadn’t yet met Dani. I knew it was narcissistic, but I couldn’t help clinging to the thought that maybe he had added that part for me.
I expelled a wisp of breath and texted Bill that I wouldn’t be making it home for dinner. As I refocused on my project, I automatically swiped my finger across the phone’s screen when it pinged.
Sep 4, 2012 7:19 PM
Good thing for the ice cream then.
My heart leaped with panic. I scrolled my eyes over the screen to find that I had texted David instead of Bill.
“Shit,” I said, slamming the phone down. That is so embarrassing! I felt myself turning various shades of red. Quickly, I sent the same text to Bill and tapped my way back to David.
Sep 4, 2012 7:22 PM
So sorry. Wrong person!
Sep 4, 2012 7:23 PM
I believe that counts as a Freudian slip.
I was at a loss for words. Now it appeared as though I was actively looking for trouble. He would either think I had done it on purpose, or that I’d been thinking about him when I’d sent it. Which would be the truth.
Sep 4, 2012 7:25 PM
Didn’t mean it. Embarrassed. Working late & a little tired.
Sep 4, 2012 7:26 PM
Mrs. Germaine, it’s not advisable to alert predators of your whereabouts late at night.
My heart stilled as I melted into a puddle of desire. A memory of a dream wedged itself into my thoughts. I’d had it shortly after David and I had stopped contact, only once, but I hadn’t forgotten it. We would meet accidentally in the same alley where Mark Alvarez had attacked me.
When my phone chimed again, I was already panting.
Sep 4, 2012 7:29 PM
That is, unless you’re looking to get caught.
I slid a tentative hand under my dress and into my damp panties. I relaxed back in my chair and remembered the dream, filling in the details where necessary.
I peer down the dark alleyway and am struck with fear when I see the silhouette of a big man. As he approaches, slow and cat-like, I turn to run the way I came but am met with a brick wall. He’s bearing down on me now, filling the small alley so I can’t escape. He looks incredibly strong.
It’s David, I realize, but my sigh of relief catches in my throat. I’m afraid of him. He slowly reaches out and snaps me to him by my waist, as though I were a flower to be plucked from the ground.
His lips are on mine, hard and unrelenting, and he won’t budge when I push him.
“Don’t fight,” he says when we’ve parted.
He scares me, but I obey. I let him move my arms like a puppet master and fix them above my head so I am helpless in his grip.
“Say it,” he prompts, as he shifts both wrists into one hand.
I fret because I don’t know what he wants me to say. When I look down again, I’m naked. With his free hand, he unzips his pants and pulls them down.
I panic and look over the exquisite face that is now hard and unrecognizable, a David I don’t know. Even his brown eyes are obsidian black to match his hair.
“Say it.”
“I don’t know,” I reply, chewing the inside of my cheek.
He pulls my leg around him and positions himself against me. When he plunges into me, I cry his name, a word that is a mixture of fear and pleasure leaving my tongue.
He pins me against the wall over and over, and I am lost. I whip my eyes open. “I know what you want me to say!”
But he doesn’t stop, and suddenly I have forgotten it again, but I don’t care because I am falling . . . and coming . . . and coming . . . .
I came to, winded and slumped in my chair. I pulled my hand out from between my legs and glanced around the dark office shamefully. I’d written the dream off as anxiety following Alvarez’s attack, but I had often wished it would return.
Say it. The words frequently ran through my mind. They were his last words to me the morning I had left. Tell me you can forget, he had demanded. Say it, Olivia! Say it say it say it . . . .
An alert told me Bill had responded.
Sep 4, 2012 7:36 PM
K. Jury prob out for a few days, going to OP house tmrw if you want to come.
Sep 4, 2012 7:44 PM
Why?
Sep 4, 2012 7:46 PM
Meeting David there. I can pick you up.
I closed my eyes for a long moment as the information permeated my slightly fuzzy brain. Bill and David, alone together? I wanted to scream. I wanted to blame David, but it wasn’t his fault, so I blamed Bill, but it also wasn’t his fault. I was only left with myself. With unsteady fingers, I told Bill I would come along. What choice did I have? I couldn’t forbid it, and I couldn’t not be there. The two of them alone, talking, laughing, sharing. The thought of not being able to monitor their conversation made me want to pull my hair out.
I groaned to myself and put the phone away, ignoring David’s last text.