“What’s up Cheshire Cat?” Richard interrupted her thoughts as he exited the bathroom, with nothing but a towel around his dripping wet body. She stayed at his chest; the water clung to his hair and shimmered like diamonds. He looked like a Greek God come to life.
“Nothing. Just thinking how best I can get out of this house and make it home without anyone seeing me.”
“Extreme measure no?” He looked at her with feigned admonishment.
“Not really. I’m not sure about your family but most families would be pretty shocked to meet their son’s girlfriend and then find out she slept with the other son as well.”
“I think you mean f**ked.” He grinned at her.
“What?” She was annoyed and confused.
“I want to make sure that you are using the right words. We did more than sleep together.” He licked his lips and she shivered.
“I don’t think that point is important.” She glared at him. “I think I’ll keep the word slept.”
“Well, I don’t know about you. But I felt like I f**ked last night. Not slept. But of course, that’s just me. It could be a normal night for you.”
“Yeah, I’m a slut Richard. Is that what you want to hear.” Louise stood up angrily and walked away from the bed with the white sheet wrapped around her body. She walked clumsily trying not to fall.
“So you do want money then?”
She walked up to him in anger and stopped right in front of his face. “You are an ass**le Richard Beekman. A first class ass**le.” She pushed past him and walked into the bathroom, where she promptly closed and locked the door.
“Don’t take too long dear, I was hoping to get my money’s worth.” Richard laughed through the door.
“You’ll never get in my pants again ass.” She shouted through the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned at her image. She resembled someone who had spent a wild night in bed. Her hair looked like she was a scarecrow and her mascara and eye shadow was smudged all over her eyes. She looked like a hot-mess and she was surprised that Richard had even slept with her. He should be with tall leggy blondes, not average sized women with no money and a bad attitude. Which is what she was sure he must be thinking about her. She stuck her tongue out in the mirror and groaned when she saw a hicky on her neck. Her body was proudly displaying the marks of their passionate night. She flushed just remembering the things he had done to her. And that Ben had seen part of it, oh the shame. She groaned out loud and turned the shower on. It was large and luxurious and the water was still hot. She got into the shower and stood there, allowing the hot water to scald her skin and wash away her transgressions.
Louise stayed in the shower for about 30 minutes. But even she knew she couldn’t hide out in there. She had to face the music and make a plan. She only had about $500 in her checking account so she knew that she had to figure something out soon. The landlord would not care about her bad luck in love when it came time to pay the rent. She stood there in the bathroom drying herself and then remembered she had no clothes in the room asides from the sexy nightdress. “Just my luck.” She mumbled to herself as she opened the door.
Richard was still in the room sitting on the bed when she left the bathroom. “Took your time didn’t you?” He smiled. “You should have let me in, I could have scrubbed your back or your butt.”
“No thanks.” She glared at him, while trying to decide what to do. She walked over to the bed to find her nightgown and he held it up in his hand.
“Looking for this?”
“Give it to me.” She snapped.
“What?” He stood up and held it above his head. She clutched on to her towel with one hand and tried to grab the nightgown with the other hand.
“Just give it to me Richard.” She snarled at him. He looked down at her and grinned. He felt himself growing hard just staring at her. She didn’t know it but her boobs were about ready to spill out of the top of the towel and he was enjoying the view.
“That’s not a nice way to talk to the man who pleasured you all night.”
“Don’t you feel bad about what you did? To your own brother?” Her voice was filled with disdain.
“Hey, he was your boyfriend. You’re the one who broke his heart.”
“He’s your brother!” She tried not to let him make her feel guilty.
“It didn’t seem to me that you were really that interested in him. I did him a favor.” He smirked at her. “I mean, let’s be realistic, if it wasn’t me you were f**king last night, it would have been David.”
She slapped him hard. “How dare you.” She forgot about her towel in her rage and it dropped to the ground. She only realized she was standing in front of him na**d when she saw his pupil’s dilate and heard the intake of his breath. He dropped her nightgown to the floor and drew her towards him, crushing her lips against his. She felt her br**sts brush against his wool covered chest and she giggled.
“I’m sorry,” She laughed. “The wool in your sweater is tickling me.” She wriggled away from him and she saw something in his eyes when she laughed that looked almost like fondness.
“I’m not sure what that says about me when a na**d woman laughs when I kiss her but I’m not going to examine it too deeply.” He laughed alongside her and picked up her nightgown. “Here, take this and go change. Everyone is out right now so the coast should be clear.” He reached over and kissed her long and hard. “We can talk later.”
“Talk about what?” She pulled on her nightgown quickly.
“Our deal.”
“I’m not interested in any deal.”
“We’ll talk when you get dressed.” He slapped her on the ass. “Now get out of here before I ravish you again.”
She hurried out of the room and didn’t look back when she heard him laughing at her. She didn’t know if she would be able to stop the diatribe from spouting out of her mouth once she got started.
Chapter 6
Louise got dressed quickly and packed her bags. She tried calling a cab company but hung up when she heard the cost of a cab back to New York. There was no way she could afford them. She sighed as her stomach growled. She figured she might as well go and get something to eat before she figured out how she was going to get out of the Beekman mansion. She felt like some sort of harlot and didn’t want to stay around to find out exactly what the family had been told by Ben.