Who do they think they are? The thought came almost automatically. And then it was followed by its faithful companion. Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself?
Although she could think of several answers, Sarah could find none that held up to scrutiny. Especially right now. She had discovered quite some time ago that her mind was never clearer or sharper than in the hours after sex. Although it was never any help to her; quite the opposite. Another thing that she had discovered was that it didn’t pay off to think here. She couldn’t help it, though. No matter what happened to her, it was her own fault, somehow. But for some reason, she just couldn’t stop.
She picked up her form-fitting black dress from the chair and slipped into it. Surveying the empty room around her for the first time since she and James had gotten there, she sighed. She didn’t think she’d been here before, but she’d seen all too many rooms like this. She’d gotten to them in different ways, but once inside, everything was all the same. Well-lit, clean, with pastel walls and floral upholstery on the furniture. Picking up her heels, she noticed the strap on the right one was snapped. Damn. She pursed her lips, paused a moment, then flung it across the room.
It left a hole in the wall, and a bit of white dust settled to the floor. Plaster… a façade, just like everything else here.
She padded across the carpet to the bathroom. The cold tiles leeched the warmth from her bare feet. Checking in the mirror, she quickly touched up her makeup, then made her way back to the bedroom.
The king size bed was unmade, as they had left it. She almost opened the door, but decided against it. What was the rush? Running on automatic, she stripped the bed, and then made it again, sheet by sheet, layer by layer. When she was done, she almost laughed. Ready for whoever needs it next, I guess. I wonder why I even care.
Once she had left, she walked down the dark hallway in the direction of the party. No matter how far away she had gone – or was gone, for that matter – Sarah always knew where to go, and how to get back to the party. At least she could take pride in that much.
The cold floor was beginning to become more than an annoyance. Hearing faint voices from a down a hall that opened to her left, Sarah turned and headed in that direction. Not having gone far, she came to a door with light spilling out underneath.
She opened the door on an empty foyer. Sofas and bookcases lined the walls, and a mahogany coffee table with a half-full bottle of rum and some glasses sitting on it was in the centre of an elegant rug. A few clothes were scattered on the sofas and even the floor, and she saw at least twenty pairs of men’s and women’s shoes. From the adjoining room, the door slightly ajar, came soft human noises: giggles, breathing, moans.
Sarah rolled her eyes, went to the table, picked up the bottle, and took a drink from it. She grimaced, put it back, then bent down and started checking shoes. The noises from the other room never abated; rather, they seemed only to increase in intensity. After a minute, she had found a pair of stilettos that fit her feet. She had just finished putting them on when the door to the other room opened, and a young man walked out of there. He was naked but showed no sign of embarrassment. When she remained silent, he tilted his head at her.
“Are you coming or going?” he asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
She looked him straight in those eyes. What was it about boys like him?
“That depends. You?”
“Depends.”
She smiled, walked up to him, and put a hand on his chest. She could feel his heart rate jump up, and that sealed the matter. She ran the tips of her fingers down his torso to his waist, then withdrew them. Through it all, he didn’t even flinch; he just looked at her through half-closed eyes.
“Get dressed, then.”
Moments later, they were walking towards the dance floor, his arm around her waist. He looked at her.
“Do we have to do this dancing crap?”
She smiled coyly. “Well, you’ve got to do these things in the proper order. I won’t do anything without dancing first.”
God, listen to me. Why do I keep letting guys that I know that will be no good seduce me? Even if they don’t know I’ve let them do it, I have anyway. I can’t even say no to myself, let alone them.
“Yeah, that’s a good philosophy, I guess,” he said after a moment, and grinned.
They continued walking, as the music ahead of them got louder. He gave her ass a squeeze. She cocked an eyebrow at him, then looked ahead and smiled wryly.
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