Find a way to matter outside of duty.
Fuck, Cora Winslow, you intrigue me more than I care to admit. More than I have time to explore.
The way her pupils dilated when I touched her thighs at the spa… The way my dick hardened just seeing her on the lounger in that fluffy robe… The way her lips parted… It’s all etched on my mind, playing on repeat and without a pause button.
She had a lot of excuses though… like our age difference. I never even thought about her as an older woman. In fact, her being more mature just drives her into a league of her own.
None of the women in my recent past hold a candle to her. Her being mature and not taking me seriously is a fucking turn-on.
Unfortunately.
Clearly, she hasn’t thought about me since the spa day, so why the fuck can’t I stop thinking about her?
Because it’s new? I haven’t had to work hard to get a woman for… well, ever.
Is that her allure? That she keeps resisting? That’s fucked up.
Maybe I should call Sissy back.
I pay the bill and take the elevator to my room. I don’t bother with the lights, the silence and darkness coiling around my nerves.
Why do you live in a hotel?
“Well, Cora, it’s convenient, but it’s fucking awful,” I say to the empty room as I get undressed.
Perhaps I’m staying here as a punishment. As my personal prison to pay for the mess I created back home.
The melancholy latches onto me with its relentless gloom.
Fuck that.
I get changed, grab my helmet, and head to the garage. I know exactly what will help me clear my head.
Chapter 7
Cora
Lily
I don’t like you being alone tonight.
Don’t worry about it. I’m pretending it’s not my birthday anyway.
Lily
But it is your birthday.
Stop it.
I’m fine. Enjoying Pitt and Clooney and a glass of Zinfandel.
Celeste
Sounds so peaceful. I love my daughter, but sometimes I wonder if I will ever just chill with a glass of wine.
Saar
But look, you wrote two long sentences.
