Private Emotions – Invitations (The Private Emotions Trilogy) by Elize Amornette Page A

because my patience is starting to bottom out.”
    “Anything else that I should know about?” Barry looked at me with one raised eyebrow as if he had the situation already figured out but he wanted to be sure before giving his opinion, so he indicated to me to continue my story.
    “Sigh. He brought over a cell charger that he said was mine but it was not. It was his so I know that he was only using it as an excuse. Anyway I shared something personal about him that I found out. He was mad at first but then we had this amazing quickie sex before he promptly left. Then he knocked on my door to say thank you before disappearing again. Arrrggghhh! Fucking hell, Barry! What the hell is his problem?”
    “Hmmm, I’m no expert by any means, Emily, but I think the guy might be fighting his feelings for you and you made him realize that it might not be as clinical as he once thought. I’d suggest that you take things slowly with him as it would appear that he has some issues of his own that he has to work on.”
    “I know but I just never thought this was affecting him too and that he might be having trouble letting himself feel something real for me. He is no stranger to women and to sexual encounters so I thought that he had things under control.”
    “He may have things under control, Emily, but you are a very desirable woman and he is only human. You have a lot to offer a man even though you may not always feel that way. If Ethan is as experienced as you say then he will be able to easily see those qualities in you. He made a promise to be professional and based on what you said about his code of ethics, he is trying to do the right thing.”
    “Sigh, I don’t know, Barry. I am not convinced that Ethan feels the same for me that I do for him. In fact I don’t know what to feel anymore. I wish that I had a definite feeling to hold on to, even if that feeling was sadness then at least I could put a label on how I felt.”
    “Be careful, Em, you just might get what you wish for so if I were you I would try to wish for good things, not bad.”
    “Oh no, Barry, oh no, you didn’t buy one of those ‘Be Happy Even Though Your Life Is Utter Shit’ books, did you? If you did then you must give me the name so that I can get the exact one!” Barry laughed out loud at my comment, he knew that I was joking and I knew that he was right. Damn, why couldn’t life be simple? Some of Au Chanté’s desert would have definitely cheered me up. I could taste the moist chocolate soaking in the Baileys flavored ice-cream.
    Speaking of ice-cream, it reminded me that I needed to pay Kelly another visit. We had such a pleasant visit the last time but the hospital staff wouldn’t allow me to feed her any ice-cream. Well, I would not have any of it this time. Her favorite was strawberry so tomorrow I would go armed with a tub of it and insist that I was allowed to feed some to her, even if it was only a couple of spoonfuls. “Thanks, Barry, and from now on you won’t be a second thought to me and you might just get sick of hearing from me.” I beamed my warmest smile at my bartender friend who was always such a great guy.
    “I doubt that anyone could get sick of you, my dear, and I like the fact that we are best friends and don’t hide anything from one another. Now, go home and get some rest.” Barry was making things clearer in my head and I wondered just what I had to do to break Ethan’s wall down and see if he was truly wrestling with emotions that were foreign to him.

    I got home and curled up in the bed alone, craving one last touch or kiss from Ethan. He wasn’t there so I began thinking about him and wondered whether he was the man of my dreams or just a fantasy on my part. It took a man to set me straight and I would relish that newfound male friendship with Barry, for as long as he could take being a friend with a neurotic basket case like me.
    It was an uneventful slumber with lots of images cascading through my mind