Lust or Love

Alessandra started blowing kisses at everyone as she left the party venue, her hand still firmly in Eliza’s. Her driver pulled up, and the two of them got in the car. 

The car did not move, which made Eliza a little uneasy, she looked out of the window and Alessandra kissed her neck. It felt nice—she liked her neck being kissed. But that was not what she wanted from her friend.

“Alessa stop,” she said, to soften her rejection. But it did not seem to change Alessandra’s mind as she placed her hands between her legs and continued to kiss her neck.

She pushed Alessandra away.

“I said stop,” she said more firmly and a very drunk Alessandra looked at her soberly.

“You don’t mean it, what about that time with Leon?” she purred. “You let me kiss you and feel you up.”

“We were drunk and playing truth or dare that was not real. That was a game.”

Alessandra’s eyes grew dark and Eliza could not tell of she was angry or sad. Maybe a combination of both, but now she looked out of the window.

“Drive Mrs. Morton home, and then me,” she said to the driver and there was a coldness in the way that she said Mrs. Morton that was chilling.

Eliza looked at Alessandra. She was beautiful, Her freshly retouched red lips and the dress she wore accentuated all of her curves, but she was a friend and she had never thought about her or any woman like that. That was not how she was wired. She was not going to have sex to experiment, she either had it for lust or love and neither was a component this evening. She stayed quiet, not wanting to rock the boat and the false sense of calm that she felt by not saying anything.

“You are a tease,” Alessandra said quietly looking at her. “I can’t discern if you are doing it on purpose, or if you have no idea. But that is what you are.” 

Eliza shook her head, but Alessandra smiled disdainfully.

“I do not sleep with women,” she said. “I never promised you anything Alessandra. “

“That is what you tell yourself, that is what you need to believe so believe it. But don’t you believe that your husband has not slept with another man. He is not a tease like you. He is a doer. Now get out of my car.”

Eliza went up to her apartment feeling weak, but she managed to get up there. 

Rafe was asleep, with Bibi on his lap. The book they were reading was on the floor and he wore his glasses letting her know they had fallen asleep reading and waiting for her. Picking up Bibi, she put her finger on her lip so an easily roused Rafe would not wake their daughter before she took her to her bed. 

She came back and took his hand.

Kissed it.

This is what she had lusted for tonight, her happiness at home with her husband and daughter.

Regardless of what Alessandra wanted, she was happy to be home.

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