Incognito by Lisabet Sarai

Author:Lisabet Sarai [Sarai, Lisabet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Published: 2016-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Intermission

The next day, Miranda stayed in bed. She was stiff and sore. More than that, she was scared. The risks that she had ignored the previous night were glaringly visible to her in the light of day. Dangerous neighborhood. Dangerous men. She shuddered to think about how the evening might have ended. What had happened to her good sense?

She had always been sensible, careful, responsible. Now those qualities seemed to wither away in the fierce heat of her lusts. Each time lust took her, she crossed another line, moved into more extreme carnal territory. It was not the risk that drove her—at least that was her intuition. It was more a sense that something waited for her ahead, beckoning, tempting her on, a pleasure so pure and blinding that it would erase all her doubts and satisfy her forever.

The phone rang. She did not answer, but strained her ears to listen to the answering machine. It was Mark.

“Hi, Miranda. I just wanted to apologize for last night. After I left, I kicked myself for not giving you what you wanted. What I wanted, believe me. Let’s get together soon and talk, okay? Give me a call.” He left his number and hung up.

His voice made Miranda feel strange. Their few minutes of intimacy the previous evening felt like a dream. In contrast, she could recall every sordid detail of her rutting with the bikers. She knew that Mark would not approve of her adventure on the wrong side of town. Not because he was a prude—something told her that he was more sexually adventurous than one might guess from his wholesome demeanor and mid-western roots. But he would see, as clearly as she did this morning, how she had compromised her safety in pursuit of new thrills.

She was not sure she was ready to talk to him. She needed to ponder the whole situation, figure out what she really wanted, try to second-guess her subconscious. Right now, though, she had a grueling headache. Barefoot, she padded to the bathroom to pee and get some aspirin, then to the kitchen to put down a bowl for Heathcliff. Then she climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over her head to blot out the daylight.

She must have slept. It was mid-afternoon when the telephone woke her. Again, it was Mark.

“Miranda? Where are you? I looked everywhere for you today. All around the department, in the library, at the grad center cafeteria. I hope nothing’s wrong. Please, call me.” His voice was full of worry. Miranda felt guilty for making him suffer. After a few minutes, she got up and dialed the number he had left.

There was no answer, though. Miranda found herself talking to his machine. “Hi, Mark. Thanks for your calls. I’m okay. I just had a really bad headache and decided to stay home today. I’ll talk you soon.”

Hearing his voice, even recorded, somehow made her feel better. She decided to take a shower and get dressed. The hot water was delicious, coursing over her skin, sluicing away her aches and her anxiety.

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