Miss Chatterley, Part IV by Logan Belle

Author:Logan Belle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star

Chapter Eight

Ivy’s car was parked across the street from Cliff’s house, just far enough down the road not to be noticed.

At eight thirty on the dot, she saw his car pull out of the driveway.

She waited patiently, hoping the trainer’s car didn’t follow. Five minutes later, there was still no sign of another car leaving the house.

It was the moment of truth.

She picked up her phone and dialed Cliff.

* * * *

I pace in my bedroom, practically jumping out of my skin.

With Cliff gone and Mellors working in the garage, now is the time for me to march right down there and tell him it’s over. But my body is still humming from the workout, still slick with perspiration, still burning from his touch when he guided me through the burpees and box jumps.

I don’t trust myself.

Instead, I take a shower.

I have been conditioned like a dog. Having worked out with him for an hour, I now want to fuck him. It’s that simple.

It would be so much simpler if I could avoid seeing him altogether. But this was my plan, and now I’m stuck with it.

Maybe I’m not giving myself enough credit. Now that I’ve made up my mind, I will be fine. I didn’t feel the same pull toward him during the workout. Yes, I still think he is maddeningly sexy. And, yes, I still have a vivid—way too vivid—sense memory of his touch.

But I’m done. I know in my heart I am done.

I run my hands over my body, skimming my breasts, my belly, until I reach between my legs. I touch myself, but it’s as if my flesh is numb. I feel nothing, and know I won’t feel anything until I have closure.

I do a quick shampoo, then quickly dry off and dress in jeans and a plain black V-neck T-shirt.

With my hair still wet, I slip into my Uggs and hurry down the stairs.

* * * *

Ivy waited for Cliff to answer his phone, her eyes fixed on the driveway. She had come too far to have that muscle head leave early.

Stay, stay, stay.

“Cliff, it’s me—Ivy,” she said in a rush. Slow down. You sound like a crazy person. “I left my laptop at your place this morning. As soon as I realized it I came back here to get it, but Connie’s not answering the door.”

“I just left the house. She’s there. Maybe she’s in the shower.”

“I’m sorry. Can you come back and let me in? It’s going to be really hard to get any work done without that laptop.”

He sighed deeply. Had she ever been more of an annoyance to him? Probably not. But her plummeting stock is just temporary. In about ten minutes, if all goes well, she will be—as Dukes had phrased it—worth her weight in gold.

“Fine,” Cliff says. “I’ll be right there.”

* * * *

I walk around the side of the house and hear the same pounding, hammering sounds I heard last week.

The garage is wide open. Peeking inside, I see him once again on the ladder.

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