Sleeping With The Enemy (3 page)

‘Rosie, what’s
wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ Rosina
answered, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

‘The signs are
not good,’ said Paulina. ‘
You
don’t drink.
I
do.’

‘They took away
my show, Paulina…’ Her voice broke and she cried. ‘…They took away my show…’

‘The book show?’
Paulina was stunned. Sympathy covered her face. ‘Oh God, I’m so sorry, Rosie.’
She leaned forward and hugged her sister. ‘I’m really sorry.’

After a long
moment, they let go of each other.

Tentatively, Paulina
asked, ‘Has he called?’

Rosina wiped away
her tears. ‘No.’

He doesn’t have
your number, and he doesn’t know your name,’ Paulina pointed out in a gentle
voice.

‘What do you think
I should do?’

‘The way I see
it,’ Paulina said with a naughty smile, ‘you go up to his place and tell him
you want his cock inside you—.’

‘Seriously, Paulina,’
Rosina said in a reproachful voice.

Her expression
becoming serious, Paulina suggested, ‘I really think you should go to his place
and talk to him.’

‘What will I say?’

Paulina
shrugged. ‘Don’t know. Ask him out for a drink.’

‘You’re right,’
Rosina’s face brightened up. ‘You know what? You’re right. As a matter of fact,
I’ll go to his place right now.’ She leapt up to her feet. ‘What’ll I wear?’ Suddenly,
a distraught look covered her face.

Paulina rose to
her feet too. ‘You know what? I got exactly the right outfit for you.’

For a long time,
Rosina tried several different outfits before eventually choosing a white
knee-length dress that spread out from her hips. It fitted her so nicely that Paulina
exclaimed, ‘O baby, you’re hot!’

* *
* * *

‘You look stunning.’
His voice came behind her as she was getting ready to knock the knuckles of her
right hand on his door.

She turned around
with an embarrassed smile. ‘I…I didn’t know you weren’t in,’ she stammered.

‘I love that
thing you’ve done with your hair.’

Paulina had
helped her do her hair in a “bangs” style, formed into waves that framed the
forehead on both sides.

‘Thank you.’

They stared at each
other in silence for a long moment.

‘I brought back
your book,’ she said.

He accepted it
from her hand. ‘Did you enjoy it?’

‘It’s a
beautiful journey into the mind of a young adult trapped in a life of
impossibilities and improbabilities. Thoroughly enjoyed reading it.’

He brushed past
her and unlocked the door. ‘Come on inside.’

‘No,’ she
declined, but her voice was not convincing. ‘No, I gotta go.’

He stopped and
looked at her. ‘Before you go, let’s have a drink. I know exactly the right place.
It’s not far from here.’

She screwed her
face pensively. ‘Okay, I guess I can fit that in.’

‘Let’s throw
this in.’ He opened the door and threw the book onto the kitchen counter. ‘Okay,
ready?’

‘Yeah.’

He smiled at her
and led her to the elevator. They left the building and went to nearby Old Town
Bar and Grill, found between Broadway and Park Avenue.

* *
* * *

They sat down at
a table for two.

He said to the waiter.
‘Give me whatever the lady wants.’

‘Lemonade, please,’
she said with a wonderful smile at the boy.

He smiled at her
and said to the boy. ‘Right, two lemonades.’

The boy walked away.

He stared into
her eyes and smiled. ‘Rosina Ameliano…you’re Italian, right?’

‘My grandparents
emigrated from Italy. I’m more American than Italian, really. But my work takes
me there sometimes.’

‘What do you
do?’

‘Guess.’

‘I don’t have a
clue.’

‘You really
don’t have an idea, do you?’

‘Uh-uh,’ he
lied.

‘I’m a
news-anchor on Channel 5.’

‘I’m sorry, but
television is not one of my weaknesses.’

The waiter
returned to their table with a big smile, especially for the lady, and gave
them their drinks.

She took a careful
sip of her lemonade and stared at him as he pulled out a business card out of
his inside coat pocket. ‘This dropped out of your purse the other day. I didn’t
want to call you—.’

‘Because you
didn’t know if it was me or not,’ she finished for him.

He ignored her
interjection. ‘And I was preparing a surprise for you. I only finished it
today.’

She took another
sip of her drink before replying. ‘A surprise?’ she was genuinely amazed. ‘For
me?’

‘Yes. We can go
have a look at it at my place if you don’t mind.’

‘Now?’ she asked
skeptically. ‘I promise I won’t harm you.’

‘Honestly?’ she asked
jokingly.

‘Cross my heart.’

‘Okay.’

They left with
their drinks in their hands and walked back to his apartment. She really looked
stunning in her white dress. He enjoyed stealing glances at her fine figure as
she walked beside him. ‘Did I tell you that I was once a boy scout?’

‘What was that
like for you?’

‘Tremendously
fabulous…
Tremendous
, it took me almost 2 years to pronounce that word
properly.’

She laughed.

‘Yeah, it was a
mind-opening experience. I think it was the happiest moment of my life.’

They took the
elevator to his apartment and he unlocked and opened the door for her. ‘Here we
are, safe and sound.’

She looked round
the place and not for the first time liked it. ‘It’s a lovely place you got
here.’

‘They call it
open-plan-living. I love it. I’ve the freedom to do whatever I like within this
space. I sleep over there, eat over here, and wash over there.’

‘Impressive,’
she said, going to stand before his book shelf. Her eyes went over the volumes
of books he had there, and then she went to stand before a painting on the wall
adjacent to the book cabinet. ‘Who is this?’

‘Me,’ he
replied. ‘My imagination carries me far sometimes.’

‘Everything you
can imagine is real,’ she recited.

‘Pablo Picasso,’
he said with a smile.

‘Do you know that
France has won the most Nobel Prizes for literature?’

‘Really? Let’s
move to France then.’

She laughed. He
took off his coat and went to the sleeping area. He threw the coat on the bed and
from it picked up a parcel enclosed in a gift wrap.

Hanging from the
same steel bar that had the feet fasteners for when he was doing up-side-down
crunches, was a big red punching bag. He came now and stood next to it, looking
at her. ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

She stared back at
him. ‘No.’

Their eyes met and
several messages passed between them in that short space of time.

‘Do you want a man
in your life?’

She looked away and
admired an African sculpture on top of the chest of drawers next to the door.
‘Where did you get this?’

‘Zimbabwe. Did
you know that it’s the last country when you arrange the countries of the world
alphabetically?’ he said cleverly, coming closer to her.

She didn’t answer,
but turned to look at him.

He handed her
the gift.

‘Should I open
it?’

‘Please.’

After tearing away
the wrap, she discovered that it was a knitted scarf, with her name engraved on
it. Her eyes bulged in surprise. ‘Did you make this?’

‘With my bare hands.
With the help of that machine over there in the corner, of course.’

‘Oh gosh! It’s
unbelievable.’

‘Do you like
it?’

‘I love it.’

‘Put it on.’

She wrapped it
round her neck with a beautiful smile on her face. ‘How do I look?’

He looked into
her eyes. ‘You’re beautiful.’

She smiled her
thanks. ‘I gotta go.’

‘Of course,’ he
said, smiling back at her.

She walked in
front of him to the door, and he took the opportunity to analyze her ass. She was
a well-proportioned woman, and the little sway of her hips suggested limitless
pleasures between those legs.

‘You have a
gorgeous ass,’ he complimented.

‘You are naughty.’

‘I’m a boy
scout, remember?’

She laughed
delightfully. She opened the door and stepped out. ‘Bye.’

‘Go safely.’

She paused and
looked back at him. ‘I still don’t know your name.’

‘I’m Ferdinando
Imposimato.’

She smiled at
him and waved him goodbye.

He stood there at
the door and watched her walk away. Then he shouted. ‘Can I take you home?’

She stopped and
stared back at him. ‘No, thanks, I’m okay.’

She turned away,
took four steps, then turned back and walked back determinedly to him. She
jumped onto him and he welcomed her expectantly. They kissed furiously and passionately
for a long moment.

* *
* * *

He turned around
with her legs wrapped round his torso, and pushed the door shut with the heel
of his left foot. He went a little forward into the room and placed her on her
buttocks on the chest of drawers by the door. Still kissing her hotly, he
pushed her dress down her shoulders and exposed her breasts. He cupped them in
his hands and then pushed her dress up her thighs. He placed his hand between
her white satin thighs and stroked her crotch. Impatiently, he yanked at her panties
and tore them off her body.

He quickly
unzipped his trousers and brought out his erect penis. She gasped at the sight
of it. He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards his manhood. He thrust
himself into her and was welcomed by a moist warmth. He vigorously thrust
himself into and out of her until she farted aloud and collapsed against him.
‘I’m sorry,’ she gasped out of breath. ‘It’s been a long time.’

He just smiled and
stroked her hair. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He
threw her onto the bed and quickly took off his clothes. He went to her on the
bed and pushed her dress into a rumpled mass around her waist. He positioned
himself in between her thighs and shoved his thick erection inside her warm
hole. She gasped aloud and held firmly onto his body as he began to dance his
pelvis back and forth. He took her breasts alternately in his mouth and stroked
them with his teeth and tongue, giving her exquisite pleasure she had not known
in a long while.

He moved his
mouth from her breasts and brought it down to her mouth. Their lips locked in a
passionate kiss that made her come. Unable to control herself, she bit his lip
hard and he grimaced in pain. He released her and stroked her soft neck while
he continued making deep and fast thrusts inside her. She heard him groan aloud
in excitement and for a while his body stopped moving, and he was still for a
long moment. She felt his juices flowing inside her. Then all of a sudden, frantically,
he pulled himself out of her, and she noticed that his penis was still erect.
She felt herself needing him some more. Frantically, he rolled her around onto
her belly and caressed her buttocks with his hands.

She backed her ass
to him and welcomed him as he sliced in between her buttocks and stuffed his
whole length inside her. A wonderful feeling of pleasure washed over her and
she closed her eyes and flew high above in the skies. He slammed himself onto
her ass, groaning noisily and pasting his pelvis to his ass as if they would be
joined together forever. When he came, he grunted like a wild boar and
collapsed onto her back, crushing her onto the bed. For a while he lay on top
of her back, his hot breath coming in sharp breasts against her neck , and then
he rolled off her and lay on his back beside her on the bed.

She closed her
eyes and felt heaven come over her.

Ten

She woke up with
a look of surprise on her face. It took a moment to remember where she was.

The smell of
good food wafted to her and she felt all of a sudden fiercely hungry. She
looked around the room and saw his shirt on the floor. She got out of bed and
put on his white shirt. It went all the way down and covered her hips. She hid
behind the bookshelf and peeped at him in the kitchen. He was preparing breakfast.

He looked up, and
before she could duck had noticed her head. He smiled at her. ‘Hi.’

‘Hey,’ she
responded.

‘Take a quick
shower,’ gesturing towards the bathroom. ‘Breakfast will be ready in a few
minutes.’