“Let me make you brunch. Eric left specific instructions to make sure you eat whatever you like today.”
“Did he?” As harmless as that sounds, it annoys the hell out of me and reminds me of last night.
“He did. So I thought I’d ask you what you’d like for lunch before I make it.”
I decide not to give her any trouble. “The chicken wraps you made the other day were great.”
“Ahh, I’m glad you liked them. I can have those ready in next to no time.”
“Thanks.”
Lyssa makes the most delicious chicken wraps and some little pastries on the side. Once I’ve eaten I feel stronger but as the time rolls on I get antsy because I know Eric will be back soon.
I find myself watching the clock even when I’m trying to distract myself with a movie or watching the news. Nothing works and as it gets dark outside I find myself feeling afraid of what will happen tonight. Not because I’m worried Eric will hurt me physically, but the problem was last night unearthed something inside me I never knew existed.
He made me feel things I didn’t think I could feel and even when I tried not to, I gave myself to him. Last night he had all of me and the scary part of it was he made me lose control.
I don’t want to feel like that with a man like him. A man who will be temporary in my life the same way all men have been.
Before Ted ruined my life, I was always thinking about acting. When he ruined my life, relationships were the last thing on my mind. I dropped out of high school and I dropped out of life. That’s me in a nutshell. The men I’ve been with since just wanted me for sex and I didn’t want anything from anybody.
At eight, Lyssa calls me for dinner and that’s when Eric arrives too. Perfect timing.
I know my fate for the night the instant he walks in and looks at me. The look he gives me oozes sex appeal and there’s no mistaking that I’ll be his fuck toy again tonight.
Lyssa made another grand feast fit for a holiday celebration. One I hope we’ll get to eat tonight.
When I go to sit at the end of the table, Eric stops me and beckons me to sit where I did last night.
“This is your seat,” he says with a little smile.
I don’t answer and that makes him smile even more. I sit and my ass hurts like hell even though the seat of the chair is padded. All day I’ve been sitting on cushions or curled into one on the sofa so I didn’t feel the pain as much.
Now I do and he notices.
He leans close to my ear when Lyssa goes into the kitchen and his hot breath tickles my skin.
“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss those bruises of yours better later,” he mutters, running his finger along my jaw.
I pull back. “You don’t have to do that. In fact, don’t.”
He inches away and rests his right elbow against the edge of the table. He resumes staring at me and I stare back.
Lyssa notices the tension between us when she brings out the wine. She looks at Eric and says something to him in Russian that makes him look away from me.
He laughs and glances back at me, but resumes the conversation in their language which is alien to me.
I only know their talking about me when Eric says the word kukla. Lyssa looks like she might be either cautioning him or telling him off.
I doubt it’s the latter because he’s her boss.
Eric makes a show of putting his hand to his heart. The gesture and his charm brings a little smile to her face but infuriates me.
“You may take your leave now Lyssa,” he says.
Hearing the sudden shift back to English sounds weird now.
“Thank you. I will see you both tomorrow,” Lyssa gives me her usual good natured smile and I return it.