Eleven
Sara
G etting to Lucille’s place took a bit longer than I expected it to, but I’m not complaining one bit. The drive down was nice and less awkward and forced than I thought it would be, though I can’t say the same for when we actually got here.
Holy crap this place is huge. Massive .
Lucille told me about the will beforehand and I knew that she was wealthy, but wealthy and filthy fucking rich are two very different things, and Lucille is filthy fucking rich. Filthy rich and also considerate, letting me have the bed while she slept on the couch last night. This morning has been nice so far and she had warned me beforehand that when we go downstairs for breakfast that we’d need to put on a bit of a show for her family, to really send the point home that we’re a couple. That makes sense to me and I assure her that not only am I up for the challenge, but that we’ll be convincing.
We make our way downstairs and Lucille makes a point of pulling out my chair for me, and then just before she sits down herself she places a soft kiss to my cheek, making me actually blush a little bit. I can feel heat blossoming in my cheeks as I watch her saunter over to her seat and sit down, and I can’t help the smile that spreads on my face as she smirks back at me.
Some of her cousins don’t seem that convinced, but Marcella, Lucille’s snotty cousin, is clearly trying to catch us in some sort of lie, constantly glaring and staring me down and asking very specific questions. I don’t care how long a couple has been together; your girlfriend doesn’t always know exactly who married which cousin twice removed, okay? Besides I’m not worried; I didn’t get the lead part in my high school production of Cinderella for nothing, I know how to play a part and make it convincing.
To be fair I can’t really blame her family for being skeptical, after all. We did show up with very short notice to announce our relationship, and it’s reasonable to be critical of someone that maybe they hadn’t heard of before. Still though, there’s a difference between being cautious and critical and downright rude and bitchy, and Marcella is being the latter.
Lucille’s Aunt Adelaide is being quite nice however, and even offers to take the boys outside to play in the gardens.
“Oh, that would be great Aunt Adelaide,” Lucille says with a smile, nodding, “Thank you so much.”
The boys excitedly get up, smiling ear to ear as they follow her outside, laughing and babbling the whole way. As soon as they’re out of earshot though, Marcella leans over the table with a snide little smirk and her lips pursed together, looking me up and down.
“So Sara, tell me about your family. What kind of people are they? Do you think that they’d fit in well here, or are they not really that kind of crowd? You just… don’t seem like us.”
Okay, that hurts, and while I know she’s just doing it to get under my skin, I can’t help but feel like maybe it’s a little bit true. Having said that, I’m not about to let her crack me and ruin things for Lucille.
I turn my gaze to Marcella and do my best not to scowl at her, instead settling for a polite smile and a shrug of my shoulders. I open my mouth to say something about my family, but before I can Lucille jumps in, glaring at her cousin.
“Sara and her family are both wonderful people, and you need to back off.”
Her cousin immediately backs off and though she rolls her eyes with a quiet scoff, I can tell that Lucille set her straight enough for now that she isn’t going to bring it up again, at least not right away.
She reaches over and squeezes my hand reassuringly and smiles at me, and I’d be lying if I said that smile didn’t do something to me. There’s just something about the way that she looks at me and gets in her cousin’s face to defend my honor that sends a wave of heat through me. How is it possible to be so attracted to someone, and by something so tame? I can feel myself blushing and Lucille gives me a funny look, almost as if she’s asking me if I’m alright.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I say politely and with a smile, “I’m just going to run upstairs and grab a book.”
I leave the table and then I head upstairs, going back into Lucille’s bedroom and I shut the door behind me, breathing a sigh of relief. I had to get out of there; otherwise I felt like I might have combusted and said something inappropriate. And I couldn’t stop looking at her! My God, she makes me feel such an intense level of want and need that I’ve never felt from anyone before, and I just don’t know how to hide it anymore.
And as if on cue, Lucille comes walking into the bedroom with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders.
“Are you alright, Sara? You left in an awful rush.”
Don’t say something stupid.
“Damnit Lucille, I just want you so bad and I didn’t know what to do anymore sitting at that table.”
Oh, good, that went well; so much for not saying anything stupid.
“It’s not just today; every time you do your demonstrations I just… Fuck me, I feel like I can’t think about anything else except submitting to you. I’ve always wanted to, you know.”
I bite my lip with a sigh and walk over to her, cheeks flushed and heart racing in my chest as she closes the gap between us.
“Really?”
“Really.”
My voice is breathless and I hardly recognize myself, and I can’t help the way that I look her up and down, drinking in her form.
“Well then.” She purrs, shrugging. “No time like the present. Are you sure? Because I’m not going to do this unless I know that you really want it.”