Weak for Him by Lyra Parish Page B

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way.
     

 
    Fourteen
    L owering my dress, I picked
up everything from the floor and tried to rearrange it exactly how
it was before.
    As I walked to the kitchen to grab
a towel, Lori entered through the front door, and saw the spilled
water across the wooden floor.
    "What happened here,
clumsy?"
    "That's exactly what it was.
Clumsy, clumsy, stupid ass me."
    We laughed, and I cleaned up the
mess. I couldn't tell her, but I wanted to. Some details were left
better for me to deal with on my own. Together, we took the stairs
two at a time, and before I made it to my room, I asked Lori if she
wanted to help me pack because I would be going on vacation with
Luketon. I jabbed about how excited I was, loudly because I wanted
Mr. Felton to hear every fucking word I said.
    As I closed the door, she gave me
one of those be-quiet looks, and I explained to her that I knew
already, that Mr. Felton told me when I got home.
    "He did? Good. Do you know where
you're going yet?"
    "Nope. No clue. But I will be
happy for a vacation."
    She started pulling things from my
closet and dresser drawers, and we had pieces of clothing for each
type of weather packed. Bathing suits to sexy lingerie, even winter
socks and sweaters. I would be gone for two days, so having a
variety of things that all fit into a suitcase worked.
    "What if he wants to have sex
tomorrow?" I asked her. Worried that I wouldn't do it
right.
    "It doesn't work like that. When
the management team thinks you're ready to give your virginity,
they'll send out the inquiry letters to bidders. They must return a
sealed envelope, and the one with the highest bid wins
you."
    "It will happen next Friday.
Felton told me today."
    "So quickly? What's
changed?"
    "Not sure. Maybe it's all the porn
magazines he found in my room?"
    She knew I was joking. It was
something I joked about often. We laughed; she rolled her eyes, and
then went about her business.
    After dinner, I sat by the heated
pool with my feet dangling in the steamy water. All the other girls
were gone, which seemed to be the norm lately. The water dragged
between my toes as I read a novel about witches and magic love
potions. I laid back on the rock surface and continued to read. I
only had a few more chapters left.
    As I turned the next page, I saw
Mr. Felton standing above me.
    "You shouldn't be out here while
it's this windy. You might get a cold."
    "Why do you care?"
    His eyes narrowed in on me.
"Because it's my job."
    I closed the book and tried to
walk away. Mr. Felton grabbed my arm, the one without the book and
pulled me toward him.
    "Why are you leaving so
quickly?"
    "It's bedtime. I need to be rested
for my trip tomorrow."
    "You're a horrible
liar."
    "So are you."
    He tugged on his bottom lip with
his teeth, and then let it fall back into place. A small gesture,
but one that said I had hit the nail on the head.
    "I'm ready to get this over with.
That's all. I feel…"
    "Go on. Finish."
    "I have too much sexual tension
built up inside of me. You're driving me crazy. I want to
experience sex and get it over with. It's a fucking
burden."
    He stared at me and didn't say a
word.
    "I've said too much. Etiquette
training didn't work, did it?"
    "Saying too much with clients and
being truthful with me are completely different."
    I sighed and tried to walk
away.
    "Come here." The demand in his
tone made me cower.
    He moved my hair over my shoulders
and tucked the loose pieces behind my ears. The wind blew, causing
hair to become disheveled and out of place. He stared into my eyes
as if he were searching for the answer to a question. I stared
back. Little pieces of his greens mixed with browns creating the
perfect representation of autumn. I envied those eyes, that color,
the ones that seemed to stand out in the night.
    "I'm sorry about your wife," I
said.
    "Who told you?"
    "The internet," I said making sure
not to tell on Lori. His face went dark, and then he composed
himself.
    "Oh, yes. Must have gotten days'
worth of reads