but I didn't care. I was staring at Rebecca. Staring at those eyes.
No reaction. No recognition but no confusion either. Nothing but a perfect little smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.
"Don't mind him Sam," she said finally, shaking her head. "He's been a little weird lately."
"Has he?" Sam asked shaking his head.
She walked over and put a hand on my arm. Her eyes were still on mine, intent. Like she was watching, searching for a reason, too.
"He has," she said and standing on her toes, kissed me on the cheek.
Chapter 10
I was supposed to spend the rest of the day working. I had a client that was waiting on some code and I'd promised to deliver by the beginning of the following week. Instead, as Rebecca busied herself downstairs, all I could do was sit there and alternate staring at my screen or out the window.
The strangest thoughts began to creep through my mind, undoubtedly helped along by Sam's curious revelation that I should "watch out" for our lovely guest Andre. Whatever he'd said had obviously left a real impression, but I'd known Sam to embellish things from time to time. Not a lot happened in a place like Port Clareton, so when there was a bit of gossip or something new happening, most of the locals milked it for all it was worth.
Why hadn't I gone into the kitchen last night? Why hadn't I looked to see if Andre had been there? I mean, the answer was because I was more interested in trying to have sex with her again than I was of looking like a fool, going to check if my wife had been cheating on me with our bed and breakfast guest. It was absurd, really that I would even contemplate the possibility that something was going on.
She hadn't done or said anything out of the ordinary. The whole thing was driven by my own twisted little fantasy. Once I'd thought about it that away, work came a little easier and by the time dinner rolled around, I was more or less done and ready for an aperitif. In one final act of defiance against my own suspicions, I logged on and deleted the ad I'd placed, making sure that no one else would tempt me.
When I went downstairs, though, neither Rebecca or Andre were there, and I felt a curious twinge of something, a re-ignition of the thoughts I thought I'd buried. When the door opened and the two of them came in laughing, I was already on my second scotch, the warm, oakey burn stoking my rage, and the buzz blurring my mind's eye.
I watched him hold the door for her, watched her cover her mouth as she laughed and stepped through it. My eyes drifted down and a shock of jealous rage raced through me at what I thought I saw.
Had they seen me? I didn't know. Had I seen his hand land gently on the small of her back as he stepped through the door? The blood boiling in my veins said yes, even if I doubted my eyes. The most confusing thing about it, though, was that my boiling blood didn't want to make me lunge at him, punch him in the face or kick him out and tell him never to come back. The blood boiling in my veins hardened my cock and made me want to see it all again.
"Oh my God!" Rebecca screamed as her eyes came to rest on my pouting frame, hunched over the almost empty glass of scotch I'd been nursing. "I didn't see you there!" She giggled at herself and walked towards me. Was that a sexier sway of her hips that I saw? I looked at Andre. His eyes were not where I expected them to be. Rebecca's ass was irresistible to watch. I didn't know a man that could look the other way when she was walking by. But he was staring straight at me, with what looked to be a satisfied smile playing across his lips.
The fire in my belly burned even hotter as my mind began to race, coming up with possibilities.
Where had they been? Why was she so friendly with him all of a sudden? Why was he smiling at me like that?
"Hey," Rebecca said, leaning down and pecking at my cheek. "Wow, into the drink already huh?" she joked, eyeing me close. "Did you get your stuff done?"
"Yup." I knew she
No reaction. No recognition but no confusion either. Nothing but a perfect little smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.
"Don't mind him Sam," she said finally, shaking her head. "He's been a little weird lately."
"Has he?" Sam asked shaking his head.
She walked over and put a hand on my arm. Her eyes were still on mine, intent. Like she was watching, searching for a reason, too.
"He has," she said and standing on her toes, kissed me on the cheek.
Chapter 10
I was supposed to spend the rest of the day working. I had a client that was waiting on some code and I'd promised to deliver by the beginning of the following week. Instead, as Rebecca busied herself downstairs, all I could do was sit there and alternate staring at my screen or out the window.
The strangest thoughts began to creep through my mind, undoubtedly helped along by Sam's curious revelation that I should "watch out" for our lovely guest Andre. Whatever he'd said had obviously left a real impression, but I'd known Sam to embellish things from time to time. Not a lot happened in a place like Port Clareton, so when there was a bit of gossip or something new happening, most of the locals milked it for all it was worth.
Why hadn't I gone into the kitchen last night? Why hadn't I looked to see if Andre had been there? I mean, the answer was because I was more interested in trying to have sex with her again than I was of looking like a fool, going to check if my wife had been cheating on me with our bed and breakfast guest. It was absurd, really that I would even contemplate the possibility that something was going on.
She hadn't done or said anything out of the ordinary. The whole thing was driven by my own twisted little fantasy. Once I'd thought about it that away, work came a little easier and by the time dinner rolled around, I was more or less done and ready for an aperitif. In one final act of defiance against my own suspicions, I logged on and deleted the ad I'd placed, making sure that no one else would tempt me.
When I went downstairs, though, neither Rebecca or Andre were there, and I felt a curious twinge of something, a re-ignition of the thoughts I thought I'd buried. When the door opened and the two of them came in laughing, I was already on my second scotch, the warm, oakey burn stoking my rage, and the buzz blurring my mind's eye.
I watched him hold the door for her, watched her cover her mouth as she laughed and stepped through it. My eyes drifted down and a shock of jealous rage raced through me at what I thought I saw.
Had they seen me? I didn't know. Had I seen his hand land gently on the small of her back as he stepped through the door? The blood boiling in my veins said yes, even if I doubted my eyes. The most confusing thing about it, though, was that my boiling blood didn't want to make me lunge at him, punch him in the face or kick him out and tell him never to come back. The blood boiling in my veins hardened my cock and made me want to see it all again.
"Oh my God!" Rebecca screamed as her eyes came to rest on my pouting frame, hunched over the almost empty glass of scotch I'd been nursing. "I didn't see you there!" She giggled at herself and walked towards me. Was that a sexier sway of her hips that I saw? I looked at Andre. His eyes were not where I expected them to be. Rebecca's ass was irresistible to watch. I didn't know a man that could look the other way when she was walking by. But he was staring straight at me, with what looked to be a satisfied smile playing across his lips.
The fire in my belly burned even hotter as my mind began to race, coming up with possibilities.
Where had they been? Why was she so friendly with him all of a sudden? Why was he smiling at me like that?
"Hey," Rebecca said, leaning down and pecking at my cheek. "Wow, into the drink already huh?" she joked, eyeing me close. "Did you get your stuff done?"
"Yup." I knew she
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