The Convenient Wife

Seagulls are circling in the distance, and there are boats cruising by in each direction. From where I’m standing, the tiny umbrellas speckling the sand look like a colorful polka-dot pattern.

Bolt steps up beside me, wearing a big smile on his face. “Never seen the ocean either, huh?” Shaking my head no, I can’t tear my eyes away from it. “Hungry?” he asks, slipping his fingers into mine. “We need to go show off that rock. I’d like word to get back to my father about us, he’s the one that needs to believe this the most out of everyone.”

Remembering the ring on my finger, I lift it up and gaze at it. Twisting my hand side to side, I laugh. “I hope I don’t lose anything down the drain, I’ll never get my hand out with this thing on.”

“Baby, in my world, you won’t have your hand down the drain at all. That’s what they make plumbers for.” Pulling me away from the window, Bolt walks us toward another set of doors. “I had Yale take care of everything. This suite only has one bed, but it’s in its own room, I’ll sleep on the couch—”

“The couch?” Furrowing my brows, I nudge him in the ribs with my elbow. “I thought we needed to make this real?”

I’m flirting, I know I’m flirting, but I don’t even care.

“We do, but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about sleeping in the same bed.”

“Are you afraid?” I ask, playfully nibbling on my bottom lip.

“Afraid of what?”

“Of not being able to control yourself in the bed with me?”

Chuckling, Bolt releases my hand and runs his fingers down his jaw. “You think I’m weak?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Call it what you want, but I never said you were weak.” Shrugging my shoulder, I start for the doors that lead into the separate bedroom with a teasing grin on my face.

“Baby, weak isn’t even in my vocabulary. I’m nothing but man.” Jerking his hips slightly, my eyes are drawn to his groin.

Snapping my eyes back up, his smile is wider, and his eyes deepen with lust. Swallowing hard, I take in slow breaths, trying to calm the heat in my belly.

I thought flirting would be fun, I thought flirting would make things more comfortable. It doesn’t. Flirting just makes my insides scream with desire and my pussy clench.

“What time is dinner?” I ask, scratching my nails through my hair and glancing up at the ceiling. I’m trying so hard to not stare at his package, but it’s hard as fuck.

Bolt is steadily watching me, his eyes sharpening as he puffs his chest in victory, as if he won some small battle between us. “Whenever you’re ready.” Holding out his arms, he takes a small step closer.

“I’m ready now,” I say.

Shaking his head, he tips his chin into his chest and clicks his tongue. “Uh uh, this place has a dress code. I took the liberty of having Yale bring a few things for you in case we needed them. Tonight you need one. Unless you packed a dress in that tiny thing you call a suitcase?”

“I don’t wear dresses.”

“You do tonight.” Jerking his head, he flips a finger. “I’m starving, so try not to take too long.”

“Unlike the girls you might be used to, I can be ready in fifteen minutes.”

Bolt looks down at his watch and says, “Go, you’ve lost twenty seconds already.”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t say start.” Closing the door quickly, I turn around and I’m amazed with how big the bedroom is. This single room is bigger than the entire upstairs at my grandparent’s house.

A king sized bed sits in the middle of the room, with four tall wooden posts reaching for the ceiling. The posts are all etched with intricate designs that spiral up the beam.

Touching the wood, it’s smooth and cold against my fingertips as I stroll around the frame. The blankets feel like silk filled with feathers as my hands move across the surface, and the pillows are stuffed to the brim, ready to explode.

Slipping my sneakers off, I hold on to the bed and tug off my socks one at a time. My feet sink into the plush carpet, and all I want to do is walk around shuffling my feet so I can feel the fibers tickle between my toes.

“Eleven minutes left!” he calls out, putting the focus back on what I should be doing, getting ready for dinner.

Finding the closet, I open the doors and see three dresses hanging there. I snatch the first one, because I don’t really care what it looks like, I just don’t want to lose this race.

Tearing off my clothes, I decide to wipe myself down so I don’t stink like airplane air. Using a facecloth, I run it under warm water and quickly clean up.