Rosa nibbles her lower lip nervous. “I’m afraid of that too.”
* * *
We finally finishunknotting the sheets. Rosa helps me make the bed and then departs, leaving me alone in my room. She locks the door.
I step into the tub and shower away the salt water from the ocean. After, I decide to model the different clothes Massimo had transferred to this room in the laundry basket.
Most of them fit fairly poorly, though I do find a nice T-shirt and shorts combination. I leave the clothes on and knot my hair into a long ponytail.
Then I begin doing knee pushups. I haven’t done pushups in ages, so I’m weak as hell, but I need to do something or I’ll go crazy.
The door clicks in the middle of my set and I stop. I sit up, panting.
Massimo steps inside. I want to smile when I see that sexy face and that tousled blond hair, but I hold back. I notice he purposely remains in the entryway, not stepping into my room. What does that mean?
“Hey,” I tell him.
In answer he replies: “You’re thin enough already, you don’t need to work out.”
I shrug. “Maybe I want some tone. Sorry for running away like that by the way.”
“No,” he says. “Don’t be. I appreciate that you never stop fighting. Never stop trying to escape. I like that about you. You don’t give up.”
I nod. “Thanks.”
He looks me up and down, devouring me with those eyes of his. “I see you’ve decided to try out some of the clothes I gave you?”
My eyes momentarily dart to his crotch, but he’s wearing jeans again, so I can’t tell as easily if he has an erection. I don’t think so, though. Given his size, I think I’d see a bit of an elongated lump. Too bad. A part of me was hoping he’d come to punish me for trying to escape. I guess he’s had his fill for the day. Though I haven’t, not really.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Boredom will do that to you. I modeled all the clothes. Even the dresses.”
“They don’t fit?” he asks.
“Nope,” I tell him. “For all the planning you did, you forgot to check what my size is.”
“I just bought the smallest size in all the clothes I could,” he explains.
“Well, I don’t know where you shop, but I usually take extra small.”
He grins, though it seems forced. “Noted for future reference.”
When he doesn’t say anything else, I tell him: “Did you really come here to talk about clothes, or is there something else?”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He seems sincere. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you again.”
“Maybe I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, unable to hide the disappointment from my voice.
He hesitates for the longest time, and I can almost see the internal struggle taking place inside. Finally he shakes his head. “Angela, I want to. I really do. But I feel like I’m using you. I still haven’t made up my mind what I’m going to do. And I think it’s a bad idea for us to sleep with each other until then.”
I nibble my lower lip. “I understand. I guess. Can you at least give me access to YouTube, or something?”
“Sorry, we’re not set up for that.” He starts backing out.
“Don’t go,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “I’ll check on you soon. If I stay any longer, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Maybe that’s what I want…
