Stay Away from Pleasure

Chapter Seven

"We planned the day together and we're going to do girl stuff."

He shouts, "that's the most ridiculous excuse I've ever heard!" Then curses, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I know you don't like it."

Extending slowly, his arm reaches out for me, but I get off the bed and dodge it completely. "Where's the bathroom?"

He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut, "it's just through there." He points at a door and I go inside.

It irritates me when he snaps at me like that, but I know it's part of who he is. I don't mean to get him angry, I just can't tell him the truth.

What if the tables were turned?

My heart churns and I collapse at the sink in the bathroom. He told me specifically to respect his privacy and here I am snooping. In all honesty, he doesn't even need to have something to hide to tell me that. Even I wouldn't like it if someone was sticking their nose in my business and I don't really have that much to hide. It's just a matter of privacy.

Undressing, I turn on the shower then tie my hair up and get under the slick rays of heat. While I'm showering, I hear a soft knock.

"Lisette?"

Even with the shower on full blast, I still know it's him and only because of the goosebumps that I get on my skin when he says my name. Before, I hated it when he called me Lisette, but now, it's music to my ears.

"Yeah?" I call out.

"I have some clothes and things for you."

I'm glad I didn't lock the door so I don't have to walk all the way to it. There aren't any curtains but the shower seems foggy enough.

"It's open!" I call out again.

There's a small moment of silence and no sounds of movement. Maybe he left. I see the handle go down. I know he's on the other side.

"Are you... Decent?" I know he's probably swallowing and taking shallow breaths out there, which amuses me immensely.

"I'm in the shower. Just come in." I giggle.

The door opens and I can see a figure enter, but I can't make out his face. I know it's him just by the way he walks and how his body looks. If I can't see him properly, he can't see me either. He puts a bag on a stool and makes for the door without glancing my way at all. Despite his hasty dash to the door, he still manages to close it so gently and without a sound.

Getting out of the shower, I walk to the bag and see that he's bought me new underwear, clothes, sanitary items and a toothbrush. I brush my teeth before anything.

Once I've done that, I put on my new bra, which weirdly fits perfectly, and then my underwear. It's sexy, lace underwear too. Did he pick it out? He probably did. I pull out black jeans and a burgundy peplum top and put them on. Folded carefully, a black blazer squats at the bottom of the bag. It fits well and it's comfortable. I take the elastic band out and let my hair fall. He has seen my hair down, but I want to make him smile since I've already pissed him off today, so I'll leave my hair down.

Just as silently as he did a while ago, I open the door and leave the beautiful bathroom. As I shut the door behind me, I begin to miss the dim lights and the marble.

In the bedroom, Matt is in the same attire but has a black leather jacket over it and shoes on. He's on the phone and he's whispering something. He probably hasn't acknowledged that I've finished in the shower. Unintentionally... I decide to eavesdrop on the phone call.