I drank the rest of my beer and threw it in the trash. “You’re right. I’m too uptight. Hand me another beer.”
TWO HOURS LATERand I was more than ready to leave. I couldn’t drink a lot, since I drove, which made being around Marla and her friends less than appealing.
“Craig, man, I’m going to hit the head and then get out of here. I’m pretty wiped.” A bunch of us were sitting around an open fire in the garden. Most were drunk. A lot of them were groping each other. I had a feeling they were a few drinks short of an all out orgy.
Normally I’d be down for whatever happened, tonight not so much.
“You should stay. Just a little longer,” Alan called out, lifting his face out of some girl’s cleavage.
“I’m knackered. I’ll talk to you later.”
I waved goodbye to everyone and made my way into the house. There was a bathroom on the ground floor but it was occupied, so I made my way upstairs to the guest bath in the hallway.
I didn’t lock the door behind me, didn’t feel the need to. That was my first mistake.
I heard the door open, air hitting me on my bare arse as I stood there taking a leak.
“Excuse me,” I said, looking over my shoulder.
Marla came into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, locking it.
“What the fuck are you doing, Marla?” I asked tiredly, knowing exactly what she was doing.
She leaned against the door and bit her bottom lip. “Why are you so mean to me, Lucas?” she asked, pouting.
I sighed. “Open the door. This isn’t funny.”
“I think we need to talk, don’t you?” she ran a finger along the hem of her short skirt.
“I don’t think you and I need to talk about anything. Now look, I’m getting out of here—”
Marla took a step towards me and pressed her palm against my chest. “We had something sort of good don’t you think?” she murmured, her eyes downcast.
I lifted her hand and dropped it to her side. “We didn’t have anything, Marla. I’m not sure what alternate universe you’ve been living in that makes you think otherwise.”
We were standing entirely too close but there was nowhere for me to go. She had essentially trapped me in the toilet.
“There’s this tension between us, Lucas. I know you can feel it.” Her fingers brushed the front of my jeans. “I think about you all the time, you know,” she whispered.
“This is really inappropriate, Marla. Now move, I’d like to leave.”
Her eyes flashed. “You don’t think about how we were together? That night was incredible.”
I sighed. Time to get hateful because she wasn’t taking no for an answer. “I think about what a huge mistake it was. That’s it.”
Marla frowned. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
I lifted my hands in exasperation. “Who’s pretending? Goddamn it, Marla; stop acting like we had a relationship. We fucked. One time. I was drunk otherwise it would never have happened. Now you’re married to one of my best mates. That’s the only relationship you and I will ever have. As Craig’s fucking wife.” My voice was loud in the tiny space. She was starting to really make me angry.
Then, as if on a whim, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, slithering out of it until it was a pile of fabric on the floor. “I want you, Lucas. Only you.”
She unhooked her bra, releasing her magnificent tits. It was common knowledge she had a boob job. Whoever her surgeon was had done a fantastic job.
Too bad she was such a bitch.
“Marla, put your clothes on. You’re making a fool of yourself.” I looked away, trying to do the decent thing.
She took my hand and pressed my palm to her breast. “Just once more. That’s all I want. You and me.” I pulled my hand away.
