Page 12 of When In Rome
“You know, if you are going to insist on wrestling with me, the least you can do is wear something that covers your fucking ass.”
I smack her panty-clad cheek before putting space between us. She squeals and tries to throw her weight at me, but she’s not got any of the heft she would need to do anything to me. Instead, it gives me a chance to maneuver her so that she is sitting in a chair positioned perfectly for just such an occasion. I have her tied before she can figure out what it is exactly that I am doing.
“What…? Wait! Stop! You can’t…did you just tie me to another chair, you motherfucker?”
I take a step back and look down at her, “I find I like you better this way.”
She yanks hard at the bindings but is good and truly tied down.
“Now, will you please tell me what you are all bent out of shape about?”
“You told your sister we were sleeping together.”
“No. I most certainly did not.” I quickly go back over the conversation I had with Pearl before Nolia woke up. Pretty sure I didn’t say anything about sleeping with Nolia. Pearl might have inferred that is what I wanted but I am certain I didn’t come out and say I was sleeping with Nolia.
“Yes, you did! She came to see my sister while I was there, and I told her I was leaving town tonight and Pearl said she thought I was going to sleep with you again.”
“Maybe she meant sleep in the same suite.”
“No! She said you told her mother we were together when she talked to her.”
“Okay, me and my sister don’t talk to our mother. We don’t exactly get along with her.”
I watch her face as her eyes cloud with confusion and not the hurt I saw when she first came in. “That…that doesn’t make sense. Why would your sister lie to me? She doesn’t even know me.”
“She might have mixed some things I’ve said up. Things that could lead a person to believe…, I think I know what’s going on.”
“Really? Then could you tell me so I can kick your ass and hit the road before it gets too much later.”
“I, uh, might have told my mom I was seeing someone instead of telling her to fuck off. And my sister might have confused the two stories about you staying with me and that little white lie I told my mother to stop her from throwing every god damned debutante my way any time I take a step into the city.”
“Confused?”
“Just an honest mix-up.”
“Then why tie me to another fucking chair?”
I give her a shrug, “I kind of like you like this. It seems we communicate better when you are strapped down to my furniture.”
I brush the back of my hand over her cheek but pull it back quickly when she tries to bite it. I grasp her chin to keep her from using those teeth on me. “You are such a fu…,”
A loud knock has her halting the sweet nothings she was about to say to me and has both of us turning to stare at the door. When the sound comes again, my temper starts to rise. I don’t know who the hell is on the other side of the door because very few people know I am even back in town, but they are already on my shit list.
“Stay put, Sunshine. I’ll be back as soon as I tell whoever this is to fuck off.” I can’t help myself and lean forward to brush my mouth against hers. It’s our second kiss but the first time I’ve got to truly taste her as I drag my tongue over her sealed lips.
When another knock comes and I pull back, her eyes are still closed, and her lips are slightly swollen. I rub her bottom lip one more time before making my way to the door.
Chapter Twelve
Nolia
A simple mistake. That’s what he said. But I can’t help but wonder if it really was just a mistake, or if I’m getting played somehow. Does he go around sleeping with every girl he just met? Is that why his sister got confused and thought I was…just another one-night stand?
Oh God! I really hope I didn’t sleep in a bed that has been defiled every time he comes back into town. Or worse, where his mistresses hang out and wait for him to come back. Isn’t that a thing with guys who travel a lot? They keep one or two girls in different towns and cities so when they drop in, they can get some. Easy, no strings, and uncomplicated. Isn’t that how guys like him like it?
My eyes widen when I hear a female voice at the door. She practically pants out Rome’s name. I immediately try to get up out of the chair he tied me to, with…ties. He tied me up with neckties. The last thing I want is to be present for a booty call. But what the hell am I supposed to do, wheel myself over to the door and out into the waiting room? Still tied to the damned chair!
I start testing the tightness of the bonds. Surely, ties will give quicker than rope…right?