The Informant

Chapter Twelve

Samantha and I talked for hours, like we usually did when we were with one another. Eventually, I put my sweet Julian to sleep and had some much needed wine time with Samantha. She really was my person. I always hated drinking the next day but the moments where we both are laughing so hysterically at something that probably wasn't that funny to begin with are the moments I realize just how much she means to me.

She got a call from her boyfriend and decided to take a cab to him. Sometimes I missed that feeling of absolutely freedom. Of the chance to just drop everything for someone else or even myself and not have to worry about another person, tiny little helpless person at that. I had always felt so extremely guilty when I thought of things like that because Julian was my life, my rock. The little bugger that kept me going no matter what.

The apartment grew abnormally quiet once Samantha left. Leaving me to my thoughts, and cleaning. I was still wondering about Dantè. As I washed what little dishes we dirtied from our takeout Chinese food tonight I thought about what he might be doing right now. I pondered weather or not I should just call him instead and get it over with. And if he doesn't answer my texts or calls then I know for sure his true feelings, right?

I finished up the dishes, and put all of J's toys away, and wiped down all surfaces. Stalling, that's exactly what I was doing. Trying to build up the courage to just text him already. I headed to my room down the hall, and put my hair up. I flicked the light on in tiny bathroom directly to the left of the bed. I brushed my teeth, then cleaned my face and crawling into bed.

My phone on the charger on the night stand mocked me for a good five minutes, "Fuck it." I muttered.

I tried at least a hundred things, but always ended up erasing them until my phones normal stock ringer had my heart hammering in my chest. My breathing coming out in quick pants, and my underarms starting to sweat a bit. But I answered his call anyways.

"Hey." I breathed, almost a whisper I wasn't sure he heard.

"Hey, Bellissima." His voice gravely and oh so sexy. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just climbed into bed, had a little wine with a friend. You?" I tried to play it cool not asking at all the questions that flew to the front of my brain.

"Same here. Sorry I didn't call sooner, Cara. I've been really busy." He apologized.

"Oh, no that's okay. I mean we all have lives right. No worries." I fumbled with the hem of my T-shirt, not really knowing what to say.

"Bella, what are you wearing?" He whispered.

His words nearly choked me, but I immediately squashed that embarrassing cough trying to come out of me. Almost killing myself from the lack of air. I cleared my throat, -away from the phone- and tried to answer as sensual as I could. "The same I wear every night to bed." A smile tugged my lips as I teased him.

"And what's that, Mia?" His voice grew husky.

"Panties, and an old, flimsy little T-shirt."

"Mm, that sounds nice. And what about a bra under that flimsy little tee?"

"Nope, all nude. But enough about me, what are you wearing, Dantè?" I questioned, truly curious.

He chuckled softly into the receiver, "Also the same thing I wear every night. Want to know what that is, si?"

"Yes," My words we're now coming out heavy. The huskiness to his voice sprinkling some kind of magic all over my libido.