Beatrice gave him an old fashioned look and indicated a door on the far right. ‘The poor child’s exhausted.” She called out as he strode over to the door purposefully, ignoring her. Just the thought of her made him go hard. The little vixen had made the break up with his newly-rejected lover an ugly one. He took a deep breath, he would make her pay.
He stopped short inside the room; Jan was lying curled up on the bed, fast asleep. Covered in a bathrobe that had ridden up her legs, her long hair spread out around her, she looked like a child. Her fist was under her cheek and he crossed to her side, watching her sleep.
Slowly, he stripped off his jacket and his shirt and stretched out beside her, taking her in his arms, inhaling the sweet, clean fragrance of her body. She moaned sleepily and then, putting her arms around him, murmured “I love you. Don’t leave me…’
He stiffened.
A sharp wave of jealousy swept over him; who had she been dreaming about? But as he lay beside her, holding her to his body, he felt a strange feeling of satisfaction, of contentment engulf him and soon, he was asleep.
***
I came awake languidly to a grey morning, a sense of being in the right place, within me. Suddenly, I realized that Gaston was lying beside me, a leg thrown possessively over my thighs, his arm across my breasts, trapping me. I tried not to breathe as I studied his still face. The harsh lines seemed smoothed away, the stubble on his face- I tentatively touched his cheek. When we were together, it had always been as though we could not have enough of each other. After he had sated himself almost savagely, he would leave, with hardly a word.