The Restaurateur by Aubrey Parker

Author:Aubrey Parker [Parker, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EROS
Published: 2018-01-15T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MATEO

I WON’T CALL HER. I refuse to call her.

I don’t know what that was the other night, outside her dumb little assembly in Dallas. I suppose I was frustrated and angry. She was tired and confused. But even that’s wrong, the more I think about it. If my weakness was frustration and hers was confusion, that makes me look like the aggressor.

But I didn’t take advantage. I’d been having conflicted thoughts about Elizabeth for some time — thoughts that mixed desire in with annoyance. But I didn’t start that parking lot encounter.

She wouldn’t want me to call. Dallas is for the memory vault. Maybe for the shame pile, definitely for the spank bank. It’s not something that anyone wants becoming part of conscious awareness because lust like that is irrational. It contradicts the people we believe we are and the things we want to believe. Nobody wants to think they’d abandon all their beliefs and hook up with someone they hate just because passion gives them the order.

Still, I find my hand flinching toward my phone. I imagine — and I’m sure this is more fantasy than truth — Elizabeth’s hand, somewhere, doing the same. It would be a terrible idea to indulge what we did. But I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

Something about her face.

Her body.

Her way.

That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Maybe it takes hatred to brew lust.

Although, it is harder to hate Elizabeth these days. Maybe it’s the vulnerability — in her old photos, but also in person when her shell finally broke — or maybe it’s the way she so competently led her event. I’m a believer in big ideas. I’m a believer in mining humanity to find its gems. There was a lot of hot air in that room, but there was also Alvin. And she knew as well as I did that he was the one worth watching.

What are Elizabeth’s mysterious plans for the land, and why is she so desperate to hold it? I poke around online. Check her LiveLyfe account. I’m not sure why I never did this before and refuse to believe it’s because I’d already decided who she was before we met.

I’m fascinated by some of her interests, her groups, and her friends. I don’t know these LiveLyfe groups, but I recognize what they’re about: entrepreneurship, masterminding, expanding human potential. And although I don’t know her friends, I do recognize many of their names. People that my friends have mentioned. Up and coming folks who we all know to watch for.

I look through her photos and am struck anew by her beauty. There’s nothing racy in her albums like those beach shots, but there are plenty that tell her story. Here’s Elizabeth with Damon, as a kid, sitting on his lap, the Easter Bunny in the background. A few old shots from high school, when she had braces. I don’t know why the oldest photos intrigue me, except that they paint her as normal. She had the same trials as anyone.

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