Page 69 of Play Me

Chapter Twenty-One

CADENCE

It’s bright. Someone’s turned the light on in the world and I’m not happy about it.

I make that unhappiness known in the way of kicking my legs and grabbing the sheets and rolling around on the bed until the sheet and I are the perfect shape of a human burrito.

“Up and at ‘em, Mary!” An obnoxious voice is saying. And an obnoxious hand is grabbing my burrito wrap and trying to unroll me from the comfort of my burrito cocoon.

But my feet are quick and very defensive of my right to sleep in. They kick out and I feel them connect with something. Something boney.

Something that is now as unhappy as I am.

“Ow! You kicked me.” That something is astute.

“Good. And I’ll do it again if you don’t leave me alone.” I threaten.

The room goes quiet and I’m glad that my words have been taken in the way they were intended, seriously.

Then suddenly I feel an entire obnoxious body fling itself onto the bed on top of me and it’s digging its fingers into my sides and even through the burrito wrap I can’t help but succumb to the relentless tickling, screaming at the top of my lungs for help as my attacker takes advantage of my weakness and unwraps me from my cotton sanctuary.

“I freed you! You’re welcome,” my attacker not-freer throws his hands up in the air in a misguided sense of victory.

I wonder, not for the first time, just how much it really hurts when you kick a man in the balls. Even in my morning grump, I feel that may be cutting my nose off to spite my face so I leave it for another time.

“Why are you not letting me sleep? My beauty, ergo, your attraction to me, counts on it!” I grumble at Sebastian.

He falls back onto the bed next to me and pulls my head to his chest, stroking my hair, knowing already that that’s my weakness.

“Shhhh, it’s breakfast time. The neighbors came by and asked if we want to walk to the restaurant with them since they’re leaving today too.”

“Tell ‘em ‘sure’, you’ll go with them, and I’ll stay here sleeping. Bye.”

“Well, yes, that’s an option, but instead, I told them you were getting ready and we’ll meet them in fifteen minutes. That was ten minutes ago.”

“Fine, wake me up in four minutes.”

“But then I won’t have time to give you an orgasm.”

“You don’t anyway.” I poke my tongue out at him.

“Challenge accepted!”

***

“Hmm, I guess I did have enough time after all.” Sebastian snickers as we step off our patio and onto the walkway up to the main building. I elbow him as I wave at the two people walking up to us.

We introduce ourselves to the older couple and together we make our way to the restaurant.

“So, you guys are leaving today as well?” Linda, the wife, a stunning blonde, asks me once the waiter’s taken our order.

“Yes,” I nod, pouting slightly at the reminder. Reality is waiting for us and who knows what else.

“You know, you just look so familiar to me, I just cannot place your face,” her husband, Greg, says to Sebastian, who just grins and shrugs.

“Have you had a good time?” I ask them, hoping to distract Greg.

“Hmm-hmm,” Linda nods, taking a sip of her mimosa, “Amazing. We’re already sorry to leave. We go back to the US today.”