Astrid had had an interesting day and evening.
She anxiously paced the
house, expecting Remy. She had gotten out of the shower when he'd
called. Astrid hadn't been in the mood to see him, but he would not take
no for an answer.
She had poured a glass
of wine after his call and now went into the kitchen to refill her
glass. Her nerves were edgy from the information Calder had placed in
Was Remy stalking her?
Whatever for? Astrid only went running and to the club now that she no
longer worked. If he himself was working how could he tail her? She half
wondered if Calder was trying to make her paranoid. She had expected a
little taunt towards getting her to leave Remy, but not the other things
he'd said. It was too creepy.
Hearing Remy's car just
as she finished her second glass of wine, Astrid felt a little braver.
Looking down at the cute little silk black mini-robe she wore, she
suddenly wished had put on more clothes. Remy would be revved up. S…
Chapter 12; Drivel Delirium
Chester sat in a dusty
bedroom in Neighborhood Crane looking out the window facing a large
brown barn. He had barely slept the last few nights from the unfamiliar
noises and quiet. He was perplexed the two bothered him. Why the quiet
before a soft animal noise kept him tossing and turning, supposing
living in barracks and then a trailer had accustomed his senses to
reject country living.
A knock on the wooden
door preceded Van's entrance. She carried two cups of coffee and handed
one to him with a smirk. He grimaced back, taking the much-needed shit for coffee then went back to gazing out the window.
"Ask." She teased, standing to his left.
Chester turned, wanting
to say something rude but didn't. She looked happy. After everything
they'd seen and done, he supposed a few days of hiding in a house with
six people wasn't so bad. Initially, Chester had questioned why Van did
Remy was thrilled Astrid accepted his job when most women wouldn't
because, yeah, he fucked other people. She truly was exceptional when
it came to accepting people at face value.
Only, he found himself being aggressive because of how easily Astrid
took situations. She was submissive when he had met her, but he saw
changes in her. He liked her insecurity. It had been part of her charm.
Sure, Astrid still avoided eye contact, asked somewhere insecure
questions about why he wanted her, but she had changed.
Remy had been about to blow his wad when Arlo interrupted. The hand
he clamped down on Astrid's mouth had been instinctive. He loved the way
Astrid sounded while she came and he didn't want to share her. Calder
obviously had already experienced her sexual sonnets, and that alone
made his preservation of Astrid utterance even more hard-handed.
When Astrid had come, so unexpectedly, he held onto her voluptuous
body in rapture. He would never tire of her bod…