The Girl Next Door

~43~

I join in, remembering the first time I was home alone last year and I thought she had gotten into a car crash or something. My mind always thinks the worst of situations and I was calling the police and everything. Only to find out that she was at a dinner with some coworkers and her phone was on silent the whole time.

"I get it mama. You have a good night."

"You too, baby," she says, giving me a kiss before hanging up.

I pull into my driveway and park behind Roman's car. I then get out of the car, making sure to grab my bag, then walking up the cobblestone path to my dimly lit house. Once I make it to the porch, I take my house key and unlock the front door.

As soon as I open the door, the smell of French Vanilla hits me. I step in the house and look around, not noticing anything out of place. Still, the smell is lingering in the air. I close the door and slowly head up the stairs, trying to notice anything that seems out of the ordinary. Finding none, I continue up the stairs and turn down the hallway that leads to my room.

Once I reach my door, the smell is at its strongest peak. I open one wooden door and peek into my room, gasping at the sight.

There are rose petals on my floor, making two paths. One to my bed and one to my bathroom. There are candles spread around the room, giving the room it's only lighting. Two on each of my nightstands and a couple lined along the rose petal paths. I drop my things as I slowly walk into the room.

"Ya made it?" A low, raspy voice asks.

I look up and see Robyn coming out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low around her waist and a black Nike sports bra covering her breasts. My eyes drift down her body and I can see her V-line under her toned stomach. I try to tear my eyes away but it stays on her caramel skin.

My mind is blank to say the least. Words are at the tip of my tongue but I can't get them to come out.

Damn it. Why is she making me this way?

Robyn walks toward me and grabs my left hand. I look up into her mossy eyes and see that they are dark with lust and the sight makes my stomach turn.

"Y-you're sick," I say," you're supposed to be-"

"Hush, baybeh. I took some stuff an' I'm feeling betta fa right now. Das all dat matta's." She speaks in a low, calm voice.

Waterfalls. That's all I can feel now as her accent is on full display. I feel as if I'm floating on air as she pulls me to the bathroom. The bathroom looks almost exactly like the room with the candles and petals. A nice, hot bubble bath is ran in the jacuzzi and some strawberries are on a chair beside it.

"Strip for me..." Robyn says in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

Being obedient, I quickly take off my clothes while Robyn stands in front of me. Her eyes never leave my body once I'm naked in front of her and I grow self-conscious. My heart is pounding out of my chest and I look away as she steps towards me.

Her hand goes down to my stomach and she rubs it softly. Her other hand tilts my face to where I'm looking right at her.

"Don' be shy, babybeh... I still love ya da way ya are..." she whispers.

I smile weakly at her, my body practically melting under her touch.

"Get in da tub," she says, stepping back. I listen to her and walk to the jacuzzi. Once I sink in the water, a low sigh escapes past my lips.

This feels so fucking good. Why is she being so nice to me though?

I look to my left and see her sitting in the chair with the bowl of strawberries in her hand.