pt 2
“Go fetch him whenever you like. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll follow a woman like you, like a lovesick puppy.”
“Ah, like husband, like wife, then.”
She stood, and Linda suddenly felt very small on the silken loveseat. “You will do what I say, won’t you?”
Yes, she wanted to say, but the sacrifice of dignity was too much to bear.
“I’m not a dog.” She snapped. Sheila was undeterred.
“You could be.” It was almost like Sheila thought of it as a simple suggestion. Before the blonde knew it, the brunette’s fingers were tracing along her collarbone and up her throat. “I could do to you what I did to them.”
She couldn’t speak. It was as though the breath had left her body and it certainly had no plans of returning anytime soon. She eventually choked out a throttled “no”.
“Oh, but I see it on your face. How old are you, thirty-six?”
“You wouldn’t dare-“
“I would. I’m not going to, but I would.” Sheila said ruthlessly. “Look at you, all red…” she dragged a talon-sharp nail down the woman’s neck, caressing her gently. “Inside and out, though I’m sure you knew that. You’re into me.”
She didn’t deny it. Sheila corked an eyebrow upwards.
“I need an answer, dearest. You’re into me, aren’t you, Monroe?”
Bravery coursed through her veins. “So what if I am?”
“What would your husband think? Your sons, your friends at the boating society?”
And this time, she knew exactly what to say. “Why should they care?”
Sheila’s bedroom looked straight out of a high fantasy novel, all beams of dark wood, polished to a fine luster. A four poster bed hung with wine-red curtains was the centerpiece, plush and grand upon a knit pink rug. There were two tall, dew-frosted windows on either side of the bed, putting on a show of the backyard, with its thick green grass and layers of brambles and gorse. The whole room was lit by sconces, flickering away on the walls.
(And then it ends oopsie)
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