Page 95 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland

Chapter Fifteen

I hate when he calls me Sweetie. I am not his sweetie. But
what can I do? I follow him silently.
I am led from the vaulted-ceiling foyer into the large, bright,
and airy living room. The chandelier is spectacular – exactly
what I want in my mansion someday. The Mrs. is obviously
a very talented decorator. Everything is just so. But where is
Tommy? I’m hoping he’ll come running in at any moment. Mr.
Cowboy is looking at me funny.
I move toward the sofa and feel my neighbour’s hot breath
following me. He is really crowding me now, invading my space.
There is a warm summer breeze blowing through the windows
but I’m pretty sure my temperature is skyrocketing because of
my nerves. Gee, he is awfully close. What the heck is he thinking?
Without even a tiny warning, he suddenly slinks his hand
down the back of my shorts. Oh my god, what is he doing? He
reaches further down into my panties and slides a few fingers
as far as they can go.
Thank God I hear his wife coming down the stairs! He
yanks his hand out fast. I can feel that ring scratching me. He
leaps back a few steps as we both turn toward the doorway. My
heart is in overdrive.
Her Chanel Number 5 greets us before she does. “Hi Kelita.
How are you doing?” Her ruby red lips are smiling brightly, like
absolutely nothing is amiss.
Did that even just happen?
My mind goes blank. “Oh, oh, oh … I’m great,” I lie, still
stunned and in a daze. I know my face is turning as red as her
lips, like I’m guilty for what just happened.
“How is your summer going, dear?” She checks her hair in
the gilded mirror, hanging over the fireplace.
“Oh, it’s great, thanks for asking,” I respond robotically,
staring at my feet.

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