The Dance by Alison G. Bailey Read Free Book Online

his sad pouty routine?”
    “Yeah and no matter what you’d always forgive him.”
    A light tap on my shoulder stopped the conversation.
    Adele was looking down at me with a fake innocent smile on her face. “Hey girls. I don’t mean to interrupt. I’m going to get a towel. Do either of you need one?”
    In unison Sophie and I looked down at our towels beside us.
    “No, ma’am. We’re good,” I said, returning her syrupy sweet smile.
    As Adele walked away, Sophie muttered, “She’s such a sneaky biotch. Continue.”
    “So he goes into his office. A little while later he comes back into the kitchen while I’m cleaning up after dinner. He comes up behind me and starts touching me. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I’m butt naked in the kitchen.”
    “Shut up!”
    I popped Sophie hard on the upper arm. “Shhh . . .”
    “Sorry.”
    My cheeks heated. “It was kind of hot at first. Then he said some things.”
    “What things?”
    “He wanted me to say I was a fucking slut while he, you know, came in the backdoor.”
    Sophie stared blankly at me, not saying a word.
    “Then after he got his jollies, he left me and went to take a shower. Didn’t talk to me for the rest of the night.”
    Sophie raised her index finger. “One second.” She shifted to the side looking over my shoulder. “Did you get that Mrs. Tannenbaum? She had anal in the kitchen.”
    My head whipped around and spotted an expressionless pale-faced Adele. I could see the word skank floating in her eyes.
    I looked back at Sophie, panicked. “Sophie!”
    “Don’t worry. She doesn’t know what that is.”
    “She knows what an anus is.”
    “Good morning, everyone. Let’s start with a warm-up,” Sandy, our yoga instructor, said.
    I got to my feet. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed Adele scooting a few inches away from me.
    After class Sophie walked me to my car. Not missing a beat, she picked up right where the conversation had left off.
    “So, you think the kitchen cockin’ was Willie’s way of showing you who’s boss?”
    I opened the driver’s side door and tossed my bag and mat across to the passenger’s seat. “I don’t know.”
    “Well, did you ask him?”
    I shook my head. “No. Neither of us have mentioned it. He’s been acting normal since then.”
    She placed her hands on my shoulders. “I think Will is a spoiled brat but I don’t think he’d use his dick as a weapon.”
    “I don’t think he would either but then I keep thinking about the slut remark.”
    “Maybe you heard him wrong.”
    “He yelled it out twice.”
    “Oh.” Her lips puckered forming a duck face.
    “It’s not the first time he’s talked to me that way while we were doing things. There was just more of a bite to his tone. It took me off guard.”
    “Maybe he was just trying it on for size, feeling you out, seeing if you liked it.”
    “Maybe.”
    “And maybe he thought you came and when he realized you didn’t, he was too embarrassed to say anything.”
    I chewed on my bottom lip, mulling over her suggestions. “Maybe. He’s an incredible guy even though he can be a pain in the ass at times.”
    “In more ways than one, apparently.” Sophie winked.
    “That was so bad.”
    “Sorry. I’m getting loopy. I need food.”
    “Well, let’s get you fed, woman. I have Chicken Piccata with fresh linguine and garlic chives waiting for you back at my place.
    “Oh, I think I just found your missing orgasm.”
    After talking to Sophie more over lunch I realized that I was probably overreacting to the incident in the kitchen. Instead of letting my imagination conjure up all sorts of crazy stuff I needed to focus on the here and now. Will and I were happy and about to embark on an exciting time with the new house and starting our family.
     

     
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