Page 47 of That Fake Feeling
Nowto erect trellis and grow green beans to hide it, and also to eat! #twobirdsonestone #cleverestauntever #beansbeansbeans
Well, that’s definitely brought me back to reality.Andmade me smile.
AUNTJEN(6:29PM)
How’sthe new job?
That’sa lot trickier to reply to.MaybeI’llleave out my actual job description…and the fact she might see me in the next edition ofAGoodLook.Nopoint mentioning that yet.Imight get away without her seeing it, andIdon’t want to tell her this whole sorry tale for no reason.
ButIdo know it’s often in the rack of magazines in the coffee shop she goes to every day because she’s mentioned articles in it before.
Shesent me a message once, outraged after reading that some actor or other was cutting down hundred-year-old trees in his yard to build a swimming pool.Andanother time she sent me a photo of a page from the mag with pictures of a reality star’s new home.Ithad so much gold everywhere thatAuntJensaid it looked likeKingMidashad thrown up all over it.
She’shorrified by the wastefulness of wealth.Theidea of her thinkingI’ma rich guy’s girlfriend makes me cringe.
I’vegiven her such a filtered view of how things have been since my mom, her beloved sister, died.She’snever known about all my jobs or the struggle to find somewhere to live beforeIgot lucky withBrittney.
Igaze atMom’sring, like it might hold the answer to howIshould handle everything.Thewater makes the pearl shine with different colors.
Ialways stick to the good stuff withAuntJen, only really tell her how wellI’mdoing in school.Nopoint worrying her when she’s so far away.
Aphoto is the easiest way to get out of this for now.Isnap a picture of the bathroom that includes my toes sticking out of the water.Theone thing she can’t object to is how beautifulConnor’shouse is.
ME(6:33PM)
Howbad can it be when this is my private bathroom?! #perks #notrainwater
That’lldo for now.
Iput the phone down, pick the book back up, and start the chapter again.
Afterjust the first three words, it’s obviousI’mnot going to win the battle against my completely absent power of concentration.
Islide the book back onto the ledge, let my head fall back against the tub, and close my eyes.
Connor’sface instantly appears in my mind, exactly as it was right before we kissed.Hisexpression as his eyes roved my face then settled on my mouth, how he lowered his head to press his lips against mine, and how they met perfectly first time.Howsweet they tasted.Howdelicious he smelled.
ThenI’mright back at the fireplace, his hard dick against my butt, his arms circling my waist, holding me tight to him.
Mychest rises and falls above the water line as my heart beats faster and a tremor ripples from my chest to my belly and down to my core.
Idip a hand under the water and slide my fingers to my pulsating clit.Istroke once, twice.Oh, if only these were the fingersConnorpressed into my side earlier.
GoodGod.
Ijolt upright, eyes wide open, water sploshing back and forth.
Whatthe fuck is wrong with me?What’sgoing on in my head?
Iwas about to fantasize thatConnorwas giving me an orgasm.
Nopart of that is okay.
Istand up, grab a towel off the rack, and step out of the tub.
Ineed to drag my brain back onto the right track.Itneeds to be concentrating on these textbooks, not on what a sexy toy-making billionaire might be able to do with his fingers.
Iwipe my feet on the bathmat and pad through to the bedroom for clothes.
