Ain't Nothing Like 1: Ain't Nothing Like a London Bitch by Omega

Author:Omega [Omega]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica, African American, United States, Urban, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00UM5O9MS
Published: 2015-03-11T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Showered and dressed, I sat at the huge maple table. Which spoon was the right one, I thought as I counted three different spoons as a bowl of steaming cream soup was placed before me. I had been scolded by Mrs. Sparks and continued to sit bewildered at which spoon to pick up. Our starting dish was soup, but I didn’t know which spoon to use. I had been scolded by Mrs. Sparks for not eating, now was I going to face even more humiliation, by picking up the wrong spoon.

Like a flash of lightening, Mr. Sparks appeared in the room. “It’s the one on the end,” he whispered as he past me. I smelt his aroma and I nearly died, too nervous to look at the man that was in the painting. I heard him walk to Mrs. Sparks and give her a kiss. I assumed it was on the cheek for I didn’t hear the smacking of lips.

“Good afternoon, darling. We were not expecting you until tomorrow.”

“I left a day early,” he said as he stared at me. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, for they bore deep inside of me, peeling away each layer slowly and carefully.

His son, Simon, cleared his throat breaking the spell. I glanced at Mrs. Sparks, who appeared to be infuriated by our encounter. Simon shook his head as he glanced at his mother as though he knew what happened in my room.

“We are eating, dear. Do you mind not flirting with the student until after dinnertime? And Deborah, would you please eat!”

My skin heated, but I did as I was told and so did Mr. Sparks, because he never looked my way again. Simon rambled on about student life at Oxford and how he loved it. Mathematics and Statistics? I was majoring in those same courses. Yet, the more he talked, the more I had doubts about my choice. I have a strange feeling that it will be full of geeks. And his descriptions of his best friends, Edward, Charlie, and Henry sounded like even duller geeks.

I sat there nervously, because every time a dish came my way, not only did I not know which cutlery to use, but also I felt as if Mrs. Sparks was constantly watching me. She talked and laughed in between the courses, but every so often, she gave me the evil eye and it cut like a knife right through my soul. I couldn’t wait for this meal to end—the sooner, the better.

***

The one room in the house that did fascinate me was the library. Mainly, because the only libraries I had ever visited had been in public buildings and never in someone’s house. They were normally a few books on a shelf overtaken with DVD’s. This was something very different. It had a stereo in the corner, which Betty told me was used to play only classical music. She said that all I had to do was press the on button and either Beethoven or Mozart would come pouring out from every corner of the room.

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