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She had her back turned, her body quickly dried and then covered by the beautiful pristine white robe that hung beside the towels. “I haven’t a clue what you just said Wes, and in all honesty I couldn’t care less. You are punishing me for my wrongdoing, and I am to do as I am told, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to the gibberish of your mind.”
She slipped past me like a queen, and I was left to want and wonder how it was so. I had hoped this time would put her in my bed, but I realized I was sadly mistaken then. I spent the night alone, after leaving her bathroom and bedroom unsure of myself for the first time in my entire life.
I spent a sleepless night in bed, tossing and turning, wanting to feel Eloise beside me, and beneath me. Somehow in a short span of time my wild fantasies and dreams had turned from Alexandra to Eloise. Although they were similar there was no mistaking who I’d envisioned when I woke the next morning after finally finding some little bit of sleep.
My body ached in more than one place and the desire I’d yet to release was building with each waking moment. I woke to find my kitchen completely revamped and organized better than I
could ever imagine. Every inch of my dining and living room was dusted and the entranceway smelled like the inside of a French perfumed palace.
I had no clue what she’d done, nor could I find her at first. Breakfast was waiting for me, eggs, bacon, sausage, waffles, and toast on the sideboard, along with the best coffee I’d ever tasted and juice to finish it off.
I was stunned, I’d never been pampered in such a way, even by the servants in my parents’
home. It wasn’t so much as serving, everything Eloise had done came with a special touch of something else that I could only imagine was care and love, which had been sorely lacking in my home growing up.
I finally found Eloise on the balcony watering the planets which were near death. Over the past two years of me living in my penthouse, many women had tried to make this their home too, by placing little trinkets here and there which I’d often forgotten to remove, including a few straggler plants that somehow never died.
“I have to say I am impressed. If I didn't know you, I’d say you worked as a maid or housekeeper. Thank you for the breakfast, I haven’t eaten like that in years at home here.”
She ignored me, said absolutely nothing which irritated me as I stood there watching her move back and forth from side to side, cleaning up, watering, and doing whatever else she had in her mind to do.
When she moved past me for the 3rd time, I could take no more and stayed her, agitated.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She eyed me critically, much like an uppity housekeeper to her wayward boss, then tugged her arm away and continued inside, once again leaving me to my own devices.
Hot on her heels out of sheer annoyance I followed her to the kitchen where she began to clean up the trays of food. “Stop!”
She turned to me and looked; no words were spoken.
“Stop this right now! I will not tolerate you acting this way to me in my own home.”
Hands on hips she smiled, as if laughing at her own private joke. “Exactly how am I acting?”
I hated to admit it, felt foolish and wanted to put her over my knee like some wayward child I didn't even have and spank her. “Stop ignoring me. I won’t tolerate it.”
She laughed then and continued with what she was doing. “You gave me strict instructions to do the things on my list. You gave it to me last night before bed, so I reviewed it and got to work. Now you want to be angry with me because I am not standing around chit chatting with you like a friend. It’s kind of wishy washy and a bit odd for a man in your position. I’m just saying. I did not agree to play friend, confidant, or anything other than maid or housekeeper and sexual partner, nothing more.”
With that she walked away as if I didn't exist, furious I found her in the bathroom bent over cleaning the toilet. “Stop.”
She stopped after a moment, looked up and smiled. “What is it now Wes? Or should I cal you sir or master while I work?” She was amused, at my expense and I wondered how I’d gotten in this position.
The way she stood, our closeness and all my pent-up sexual frustration from last night came pouring out then and I flipped her over my shoulder before she could say anything else. “I am going to put an end to this game, whatever it is you think you're doing, now.”
I walked a few paces to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me, tossed her on the bed.
“Take your clothes off now, Eloise.” I sent her a warning look and removed my own clothing.
I was not amused, I’d found an activity that she was interested in, as I caught her eyes looking at me from top to bottom again like the night before. I smiled as I slowly made my way to the bed and moved in to run my hands all over her body.
Everything was gone again, all my hatred, my anger, frustration, and annoyance with her. The only thing that mattered was giving her pleasure and finding my own with her. But she wasn’t responding to me the way I’d hoped like our previous time together at my brother’s house.
I caressed every inch of her, kissed, licked, and tasted her. I felt the wetness between her legs, saw the way her nipples got hard and the way her hips rose to meet my hand. She was putty in my hands, but when I looked into her eyes, I saw no emotion.
I didn’t like this, it was a turn off, so I stopped, leaned against the headboard, and wondered where my stash of cigarettes was at. “What in the hell is wrong with you Eloise, we had an agreement.”
She looked at me, innocent and yet wickedly knowledgeable of what she was about. “I don’t know what you're talking about. You wanted me to have sex with you whenever you want. So here I am. What am I doing wrong that you don’t like now? It seems to me you didn't think this whole thing through.”
