“Oh…I think she left,” she said sounding unconcerned.
“Summer wouldn’t just leave me here,” I frowned.
“She was probably bored. Maybe she found a last-minute date,” she suggested. “Don’t worry, Sonny. If you’ll give me a few minutes, I’ll have my driver take you home,” she purred.
As it turned out, Summer had abandoned me. After a wait that was more like an hour than the few minutes she promised, I accepted the ride Mel offered me instead. During the short journey, we came to an understanding regarding the arrangements for our date. Mel would have dinner at the beach house the following night. I planned to cook dinner for her as part of the agreement. I kissed the back of her hand and left her staring after me as I mounted the steps of ‘home’ a few minutes later.
The living room was empty when I let myself in with a key. I peeled off my jacket and went in search of Summer. Her bedroom door was closed. I gave it a light tap and called her name. There was no answer. I tested the door handle and found it locked.
I decided there was simply no understanding women, not even twin sisters, as I sighed deeply and wandered to my own room for the rest of the night.
*****
Summer had been strangely quiet at breakfast and chose to abandon the beach house for the night, leaving me on my own to entertain her friend and publisher. While I’d gone to great lengths to prepare an especially sumptuous dinner, I was doubtful whether I was providing Mel with thirty-thousand dollars-worth of food and entertainment.
That evening, Mel arrived precisely on time. On the other hand, I was running behind schedule. I had dinner prepared, but I hadn’t yet managed to change clothes. When the bell rang, I opened the door still wearing tight faded jeans and a sleeveless ‘T’. While I expected to find Mel in evening attire, I was never so grateful to see her wearing jeans and a woman’s tank-top.
“Well, you look…busy,” she laughed lightly.
I overcame my surprise at her appearance. “Thank God, you came casual,” I breathed my relief as I swung the door wide and invited her inside.
“I like your look, bus-boy GQ,” she winked as she indicated the kitchen hand towel slung over my shoulder.
“I’m a little behind in the kitchen,” I shrugged as I sheepishly tried to hide the towel behind my back. I quickly ran a hand through my hair as she preceded me into the living room. I watched the way the cheeks of her ass shifted in her jeans when she walked.
“Can I do anything to help?” she asked as she tossed her shoulder bag down on the couch and turned to face me.
I tried to blink away the look of guilt, but my eyes made a swift transition from her ass to her breasts; amazing breasts, spilling over the top of a skimpy black bra underneath the stretchy tank. I stood staring with both hands grasping the towel behind my back.
“Sonny? Sonny, can I help with anything?” she repeated.
“Huh? Oh…no, it’s under control,” I answered, momentarily snapping back from my trance.
“Wine. Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked as my focus returned. She nodded and seated herself on the sofa.