accessories, indicating that Antonio either spends a
lot of time at work or that he likes being well-prepared.
In less than ten minutes, I emerge from the private
bath refreshed, but feeling no less like some kind of cheap call girl. The
first thing I notice is that the faint smell of sex is gone from the air,
replaced by a pleasant lavender potpourri scent and a fresh breeze coming in
from one of the windows that has been left ajar. Choosing to ignore what
happened in here earlier, I take a seat at the conference table and pull one of
the note pads and ink pens close to me.
Sitting on the corner of his desk, with
sleeves still rolled up and long legs stretched out in front of him, Antonio
appears completely composed –as if nothing untoward had just taken place only a
short time ago. “What are you doing Tiressa…why are you sitting over there?”
“Mrs. Bentini expects me to be able to tell
her what the security plans are for the twins’ party at the club. You may not
care that she will be disappointed if I don’t have this information, but being
that she’s my boss, I do care. I would appreciate your taking time out of your
busy schedule to give me the information I require.” It doesn’t take much
intelligence to see that I am clearly pissed off. After taking in my stiff
demeanor, Antonio exhales deeply and for the next fifteen minutes gives me an
outline of the security plans he’s in charge of providing. Collecting my notes
and cell phone, I stand up to leave. Antonio quickly moves to block me,
placing restraining hands on my shoulders. “We need to talk about this.”
“ I need to get back to my office. I
have a long list of things to do, and I’ve been here far too long.” Although
it feels like I’ve spent hours in Antonio’s office, it’s only been about forty
minutes.
He exhales another loud sigh. “Okay. We both
could use a little time apart right now. I’ll come by your office before you
leave tonight.” Bending down he gives my stiff lips a quick peck. Suddenly a
thought strikes me and I freeze up even more –I’m going to have to take another
morning after pill. Damn, not again !
***
“Kathy, I’m finished for the day. My brain is
fried and I’m going to head out a little early, if it’s okay with you.” I have
no intentions of waiting around for Antonio to show up later. As a matter of
fact, I’d rather not see him at all. “Sure, as a matter of fact, I’ll walk out
with you. I can be ready to leave in about five minutes. Can you wait?”
“Yep. See you in five.”
***
The constant ringing of my cell phone wakes me
out of a troubled sleep. Prying my eyes open, I look over at the clock on my
bedroom wall before finally picking up the phone. “It’s two o’clock in the
morning. Can it wa—”
“I know exactly what time it is. I’m right
outside your door, let me in.” Antonio’s voice is terse with impatience.
“Please, Antonio, I don’t want to fight with
you.” I plead in a strained voice. I’m tired and sick. Although this time
the side effects from the morning after pill are not as awful, I did throw up after
taking it. I was too afraid to take a third pill—in less than two weeks—I
didn’t want to take the risk of something truly horrible happening to me.
“Tiressa, come open the door.”
“No Antonio, I don’t want to argue. Please
leave.”
“We’re not going to argue. I just want to
hold you.”
“You should have held me when I was in
your office, instead of banging me against the door.” I can’t keep the anger
out of my voice.
“Look Tiressa, I’m not going to apologize for
what happened in my office. You had no business with another man.”
“I told you why I was seeing him. I wasn’t
doing anything