Chapter 37
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I really talked too much when I was nervous. And, of course, when I really wanted to say something, I couldn’t get my f*****g mouth to work.
My mouth was dry as she stepped down and wrapped her arms around Nate’s waist. She didn’t have to smirk. She didn’t have to do anything frankly to let me know that she was queen bee in this situation. My eyes narrowed to the wandering hand that splayed over Nate’s taut stomach. She was watching me as she did.
“Oh,” she said, as if she wasn’t expecting me. She did. Nate would have told her. There was a power imbalance—though I couldn’t point out whether it was Nate leading or Amelia. But they shared things. It wasn’t hard to see that. “Good afternoon.”
I crossed my arms. I would like to think that I was comfortable in my own skin. I wish I could say that I didn’t care about what Amelia thought about me. She’d seen me, bared open, and that should have counted towards something.
My cheeks flushed as I remembered the night before.
She’d had her fingers in me. She’s ordered me to get off in front of her.
We had shared a moment. I didn’t know how big or how deep that moment went between us. The one thing I do know is that she shouldn’t be treating me like I’m the home wrecker. She’d invited me as much as he’d invited me in. They were both the ones to blame for wanting something so unconventional.
My lips twisted to the side. It was a look that felt as foreign and as wrong as it must have looked to them. But there was something dangerous, something that made me feel like I could pull one over her, if I played my cards right. This was a cat and mouse game to her. Though I wasn’t one for playing games, I was starting to realize that if I wanted to make it out of this relationship with something more than a broken spirit, I needed to step it up.
That was easier said than done. Amelia was five steps ahead and had the leading spot on Nate’s right arm.
The power couple. That’s what they were. And though they might only be that in my head, there was no doubt that strangers gazed upon them with a sense of aw when they passed by. They just had that affect. Two perfect people together did that thing to mere mortals.
I c****d my hip. “Afternoon to you too.”
Nate gave a soft laugh that bordered on a dark chuckle. “Alright, you two. Let’s go inside.”
He gestured for us to walk to the front door. I looked from him to her. She drifted back to where she’d come from, the soft smirk on her face dropping. I thought for a second I saw a foreign emotion cross her face. It threw me for a loop. There wasn’t anything she was afraid to say. But by the look it made it seem like she was holding something back. She was locking something up so that I couldn’t see it though Nate probably could.
A strange ache hit me. I didn’t like that for some reason. It shouldn’t shock me that they would have their secrets. They were a married couple and I was an outsider they were inviting into their bed to spice up their s*x life. They wanted a play thing to toy with while they figured out the next step in their life.
I was an experiment. Of course, I wasn’t going to be treated like I was a part of the family.
Yet, that feeling wouldn’t go away. Betrayal. Distrust. It made a bad taste in my mouth form. Each time I tried to swallow it away it came back stronger. This wasn’t good. Not at all.
I bit my bottom lip.
To take my thoughts off the unwanted feeling, I looked around the entrance. The door was a standard brown door with a glass center. I’d never seen one in real life. I only knew the standard design from movies. This was enough to make my jaw drop, but that was because I was easy to impress given my growing up. Money was always an issue before my step-dad came into the picture. He brought many problems too and though he took care of mom, I wasn’t about to go asking him for help.
It would be like asking a stranger for money. It was embracing. At least, it was for me.
I huffed out a choked pitiful laugh.
Well, I was a hypocrite. What the hell was I doing here? Exactly what I said I didn’t want to do. I was getting money from a stranger.
I frowned.
I was working for it though. Still weird, but it was work in a way.
Before I could delve too much into that territory, I stepped into the small hallway. There was a rack for shoes and next to it was a cubby system with different colored slippers. I c****d my head and then turned to Nate in question.
He gave a smile. He’d been expecting me to ask about it.
“We like to keep the house as clean as possible. Outside shoes go on the rack and slippers are to be worn inside.”
I furrowed my brows. “Don’t you have a maid though?”
I wanted to slap my mouth right after I asked it. They had a nice house. They had money. It was not any of my business as to how they spent that money. Assuming they had a maid because they could was so…I couldn’t grasp the words. I just knew that it wasn’t right.
He put his hand on my back. My skin burned where he touched me. I held back a pant. The need and the want to press against him, to lean into the touch was too much. It was always like this when I was around him. The attraction was scaring me the longer I got to know him.
I was worried I would eventually crash and burn.
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