Free Rebound by Rosemary Rey

while still talking to the
caller.
    When I finally started listening in on
the conversation, I heard Dashing say, “I’ll be there in 20.” He
hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. He turned to me and
said, “I’ve gotta go to the hospital. I have to do rounds. One of
my patients has a fever this morning and we’re concerned about
infection . . .”
    “ Oh, I’ll get dressed and
leave.” I said standing up, looking around for my dress and
shoes.
    “ No, I don’t want you to
leave.”
    “ What?”
    “ I want you to stay. I’ll
be back in a couple of hours. We can have lunch when I get back.
Make yourself at home. I have to shower, and run.” He walked into
the master bathroom just beside ‘my side’ of the room.
    What could I say to his request? No, I
can’t stay. I have a lot of things to do like: laundry; cleaning my
small little studio apartment; sleep some more because I woke up
way earlier than I ever do on my one day off in the week. I’d
intended to do absolutely nothing today. And while staying here to
get guaranteed sex is tempting, if he leaves now, my feeling of
sexual liberation will be squashed. I put on my panties, and sat on
the bed, waiting for him to exit the bathroom.
    I heard the shower turn off. A few
minutes later, he walked out dressed in crisp scrubs. His hair was
long and wet, looking so delectable. I wondered if I’d have the
courage to rip them off of him when he returns. To stay out of his
way, I remained on the bed, waiting for any further words or
instructions.
    “ Make yourself at home.
I’ll be back as soon as I’m done. The TV remote is right there. You
can have anything in the fridge.” He grabbed his wallet. “My
phone?” I reached over and handed him his phone, which he’d thrown
on the bed. I could tell he was flustered. Blue balls will do that
to a man.
    He leaned over me and gave me a strong
kiss on the lips. I didn’t get to say goodbye to his tongue. It
would’ve been too much of a distraction. “Lock the door behind me.”
He ordered. I walked behind him. I couldn’t even speak. I was still
in a daze from the events of the last twelve hours. He turned and
kissed me again. He placed his forehead on mine for a few glorious
seconds, and planted one last kiss. I closed the door and turned
the bolt lock. I turned to look at the surroundings in the
luxurious apartment. I walked to the window and peered out, looking
at the amazing view of the city on a rare sunny day.
    I sat down on the couch and quickly
got back up. I needed a shower to wash away the saturation,
sensations, and smells from the last several hours. I went back to
his bedroom and looked in his dresser drawer for something to wear
after the shower. A bath! I needed to bathe, my leg needed to stay
dry, right? In the drawer, I found another white T-shirt. Glynnis
kept his drawers pretty organized. I found a pair of shorts
too.
    The master bath was like a luxurious
hotel bathroom. It was a mix of white marble and dark wood grains.
This guy knows what he likes, or he knows how to hire someone that
knows what he should like. The towels were neatly folded underneath
the sink on the open shelving. I ran the bath and poured some body
wash to make suds. I removed my limited clothing, and eased myself
down, keeping my left shin away from the water and resting it on
the ledge of the tub. The water was nice and hot, which brought my
thoughts to him once again. I leaned back, enjoying the near hot
water on my aching muscles. As I scrubbed, I remembered all the
places he touched me, leaving his fingerprints and claiming me as
his. I cleaned my body from top to bottom.
    Before I could fall asleep in the
bath, I let the water drain. I toweled myself dry and dressed in
his clean clothes. I didn’t want to leave his home dirty and I
cleaned up after myself. Hanging the damp towel on the rack. After
hand washing my lace panties, I hung them to dry on the towel
rack.
    I found my clutch on the night table
by the