Noise

Not sleeping with Andres was becoming as detrimental to her, as Nyla thought sleeping with him might be. Sitting next to him in the car was almost unbearable. She had just come from an unpleasant meeting concerning Graham’s—well now her—business. She had been running away from this very business for a very long time…and now it was hers. It gave her everything she had ever wanted, and now she had to maintain it.

She was used to this life, and she had the lives of others in her hands.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Andres looked at her in the car. For a fraction of a second, she could see that he had looked at her. He usually was so much more controlled when they were out. But this fraction of a second look—for him—was a loss of control. When they got out of the car, he stood a fraction of a inch closer to her than Paulo did, and she could feel all ninety-eight point seven degrees of him scald her.

When she took her clothes off moments later, she cringed at what felt like an actual burn when she was naked. She was so hot, she thought she was going to combust—wouldn’t she? Her body was so overheated, and she was still floating round with blue balls or whatever was blue about women when they did not…

She would not go to him again. Even though it had ended up being sexy as hell when she did, this time she needed him to let her know that he was going to take her—that he wanted to take her.

So she slept another restless night. When she was close to sleep, she imagined her pillow and sheets were Andres and she whispered words she was not sure she wanted to say…

They visited Graham’s grave even during a torrential rainstorm the next day—it was the least she could do. Neither Paulo, Gráinne or Andres complained. When she walked back to the car, knees dirtied by the soil from when she knelt by his grave Gráinne took her hand.

Nyla walked back to the house ahead of all of them when they arrived home. The rain poured down around her from under her umbrella so hard, she savored the dry inside of the house and stood still. Inside her head was so loud. All the noise from everything in her life surrounded her.

“Are you okay?” Gráinne took her hand again.

Nyla nodded, and the two women walked to her room where she got dressed for the house. They had left the door open, and Andres walked by. He looked in at her, as Gráinne combed her hair.

They were all so used to the roles assigned them by Graham, it made their lives so uniform and routine they did not even realize it was a good thing.

Until he was gone.

Now Nyla worked hard to keep everyone’s lives including hers tranquil. The money from the business was part of that tranquility.

When Gráinne stopped combing her hair, she patted Nyla’s back and kissed the top of her head. Andres stood there, still looking at her.

Then he walked away.

Nyla knew, she knew.

That night, she wore nothing. She did not put even a thin gauzy nightgown on. Naked as the night, she fell asleep before Andres came to her. He was just a dark shaow at first, but then the moon shone on him. He got into the bed with her fully dressed in his suit. Nyla looked into his eyes for permission, and he nodded as she climbed on top of him and took off his clothes. He had come there, but she still had to show him she wanted him. He held her as she pulled hungrily at his clothes, but still with a great deal of decorum. When he was unclothed, she straddled him and looked to see what he wanted.

“Kiss me,” he said, and she did. A long slow kiss with her mouth and the front of her body, and when the words came to her mouth that she had uttered alone the night before she bit her lip. Andres bit her lip too. Nyla’s body throbbed with rising desire when lightning flashed, and there was a scream.

Andres ran naked out of her toom, and she ran after him. It was like déjà vu, and she was terrified of what was to come…

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