I decided to take a shower instead of a bath. My plan was simple, get in bed with my wine and watch some random reality show until I was out for the count. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t wait to wrap my big lips around the wine bottle.
I peeled my clothes off in the living room and headed for the warmth of the shower. I let the water cleanse me of my self-doubt.
Fuck Erik! Why the hell did I backtrack and fuck him a year ago? I wish I wouldn’t have done that. I’m so stupid. No, I’m not. He’s stupid. Fuck him!
I used the hot water to feel better. The bottle of red wine would make me soon forget the foolishness. I toweled off and put my satin bathrobe on. I went straight into the kitchen for the wine. I grabbed the chilled bottle out of the fridge, uncorked it and poured myself a full glass. I took a huge gulp before I grabbed the entire bottle. I was practically skipping to my bedroom. I entered the doorway and Jason was standing inside my bedroom with his back to me. He was on the other side of my room looking down at something.
“What the fuck, Jason? What are you doing in here?” I didn’t drop the wine but I almost jumped out of my clean and fresh smelling skin.
He slowly turned to face me. “Do you want me to tell you?”
Jason’s eyes roamed my body and then I remembered my robe was hanging wide open and I was completely naked underneath it. With a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, I couldn’t close the goddamn robe. I was exposed.
“Jason!” I scolded him with my best motherly tone. A tone he disregarded because he didn’t even look me in my eyes.
“You’re completely shaved down there.” He muttered that fact right before he licked lips. His prying eyes quickly scanned in between my legs. Then he was back to gazing into my eyes. I took note that he wasn’t smiling. Jason smiled all the time but right now his jaw was clenched.
“Kat, have another drink.”
I heard what he said but I felt like I had cement blocks on my feet. I couldn’t move even though my brain said back out of the room, fool. Instead of moving I tilted my wine glass up to my lips and drank what was left in the glass.
I wished he would stop looking at me like he’s never seen me before. It was clear he wasn’t going to do what I said. He was just going to stand over there looking super tall and in a state of nonchalance. Honestly, I didn’t know what he was going to do. He was interrupting my me-time. I didn’t like the intrusion but I didn’t have any fight left in me. The three-year-old daughter Erik had while we were still married, was like a punch in the gut from Laila Ali.
I held my empty glass in front of me and poured more wine in my glass. My hands shook but I still managed to get the wine in the glass without spilling any on the carpet. Red wine and carpet didn’t mix. I was so proud of my pouring skills I took another long swig.
“Slow down.” He stopped gawking to finally say something to me. I ignored him.
He took a single step toward me. All of a sudden my feet started working. I took two steps to the side because I was blocking the open doorway. He needed the door to exit the room and I was on board with that idea.
I was close enough to my bedside table to place the wine bottle down. I did. I had a free hand and I used it to gather my robe together. No more sneak peeks for Jason. I didn’t care if he enjoyed the view. He had crossed the line and he could enjoy looking for another job.
“Leave, please.” I sort of waved my wine glass toward the door.
Jason smirked like this entire thing was funny to him. But he started toward the door and I breathed in an inner sigh of relief. His beeline for the door didn’t take long because his legs were like stilts.
He didn’t walk out the door. He closed it and turned to face me. Innocent and unassuming was the face he was giving me. It was a ruse.
Shit! Now what? My angry Black woman should work to get him out and on his way.
“Jason! Get the fuck out!”
As if my words were in a foreign language he ignored me. Jason marched over to me. He was close but not touching me. I could throw this wine in his face but it was red wine, and there was carpet below my feet, and that was just stupid. Wine wouldn’t burn his skin. It might burn his eyes but then the carpet would still be ruined. I didn’t throw the wine. I decided to drink it instead. With one swift raise of the glass, it was all gone. I placed the glass on the table right by the almost empty wine bottle. Now I had two hands to hold my robe together in front.
“Whatever you’re trying to do— don’t try it, little boy.”
He snickered. “What am I trying to do?”
He stepped so close to me my butt went down on the bed. I was sitting instead of standing. I hated looking up at him. It made me feel small.
“Jason, no. Enough.”
“What are you saying no to? I haven’t even touched you.”
Sure all of that was true but he was looking at me like he was going to touch me. I knew I was supposed to feel some fear. I hadn’t had enough alcohol to be afraid. I wasn’t frightened. I was just confused.
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