I take one of the fastest showers I have ever taken in my life, unwilling to linger in any areas of my body, unable to trust its reaction.
For crying out loud! What is this?
I've been to see Magic Mike three times with Laura, and experienced strippers at functions, one of whom was up far too close and personal at my hen do. I was also married to a very physically attractive man for six years and he really let all the lustful comments from reporters and fans go to his head, so I've seen all the moves, experienced all the peacocking and cocky swagger, and seen all the sex faces before, and yes, it's hot, but watching Yanni stirred something else inside of me. He woke the sleeping dragon of carnality after 4 years of hibernation and she is famished!
I huff frustratedly at my reflection in the full length mirror as I step from the cubicle thinking of ways to satisfy this hunger inside, and am compelled to take a critical look at my body.
The lack of appetite and the dancing over the past year has sculpted my abdomen nicely. I start to hum my favourite 5EX tune and place my left hand over my now tight and toned but still slightly rounded and feminine stomach, slowly trailing my fingers lightly up my body between my boobs, caressing the left side of my neck, my hips swaying in sync with the melody. Tracing my cheek with the backs of my index and middle fingers, I turn my face into my left shoulder sultrily as my fingers continue up to my forehead then back down the right side of my face, leaving a trail of electrified nerve endings in their wake...
Stop it!!
I will NOT think about him this way!
I remind myself he's mean and cold, only out to torment and punish me, making my life as much of a trial as possible. I pick up my moisturiser and vigorously rub it into my body, noticing my limbs are so well toned now they seem longer and stronger. The recent sun has laid tender kisses on my skin leaving behind a light honey glow, and due to the amount of moisturiser I'm using at the moment it looks firm, smooth and well hydrated. I also notice my hair is a shade or two lighter. I've had no kids so all my bits remain in the locations God placed them, no tiger stripes of pride visible either.
I'm pleased by what I see, my self esteem and self image having taken quite a battering since my divorce, so it's great to feel good in my skin, and to feel desired, and also desirable.
I'm doing it again..... thinking about him exploring every inch of me with those eyes that are so often sparkling with lasciviousness, allowing his long slender fingers to roam tantalisingly over my skin, and begging him to taste me with that lusciously suggestive tongue!
I throw the moisturiser into the sink and growl at my reflection, pointing sternly at her and reminding her that we don't like him, then wrap my curves in an appropriately sized towel...yes, I learned a lesson..... and open my bathroom door, coming face to face with Yanni!
He looks as shocked to be caught there as I feel at finding him. How long has he stood just the other side of that door only a few metres away from me while Im touching myself and thinking of him?!
I swallow hard and choke out a croaky and surprised greeting.....
"Ahh, oh, hi Yanni! You surprised me" I inform him unnecessarily as I squeeze past him, his frame almost filling the doorway. He clutches my hand as I attempt to pass, halting my progress, and my eyes are drawn to his.
Those eyes! My downfall!
I could spend a lifetime gazing into them. His really are the windows to his soul, his emotions and feelings laid bare for all to see, if they choose to look closely enough, which I do, telling myself it is purely for the purposes of research, getting to know him as he is quite a closed book. I'm going to need to employ all my skills and charm to get any information from this very aloof, stone hearted man. Right now those incredible eyes are blazing fire, mesmerising in their intensity, glistening pools of molten lava, but what is causing them to flame so fiercely? Anger, hate, or something else?
He licks his lips and leans almost imperceptibly closer to my face and apologises, his voice only just above a whisper. That one word causes my knees to buckle slightly and I know I have to extend the distance between us or I'm done for.
I turn to continue into the bedroom but he puts his arm out quickly and grabs the doorframe, again stopping me in my tracks.
"What do you want Yanni?" I ask, irritation clear in my voice as I barge his arm and almost fall into the bedroom. To my profound horror my fluffy towel does not accompany me, remaining attached to the door handle!
OH COME ON!!
I feel like Barbara Windsor in any one of the Carry On films!
I squeal and crouch down attempting to hide my nakedness from him and grab for the towel he is now holding above me but I'm unable to reach and he appears to be frozen in shock!
"YANNI!!" I scream rather dramatically, but it rouses him enough to hand the towel to me. Snatching it from him I extend it out in front of myself and wrap it backwards around my chest whilst glaring at him. I'm not sure it's entirely his fault I'm in this predicament but I feel far better blaming him for my huge over reaction, rather than admitting to myself that I'm scared he might be able to see the intense arousal I'm experiencing etched onto my skin. I'm also a little embarrassed. I mean, he has tremendously beautiful women throw themselves at him wherever they travel, so he's going to be used to seeing far more attractive bodies than mine, AAAANND I've showcased the goods once already since meeting him. I don't want him thinking I'm easy or making passes at him!
"Well?! What can I do for you Yanni, or do you mind if I get dressed?" I snap, clutching the towel so tightly my knuckles have gone white.
"Oh I can think of so many things you could do for me right now Sydney, between that look on your face and the fact that you've not left much to my imagination I'm definitely in the right state to make the most of your kind and generous offer, but I'll keep it PG13 just for you" he states, his voice lust filled and gravelly, continuing on with... "Please don't get dressed on my account, I'm perfectly comfortable with you dressed... well... undressed.... just as you are!" throwing me a lewd wink before bouncing across my room and launching himself dramatically onto my bed..... bloody cheek!
I growl at him and turn my back on him, selecting some casual loungewear before turning and heading toward my bed to retrieve some underwear from the drawer there. Yanni is twirling a scrap of white lace around the end of his finger with a smug grin on his face so I grab it and re-enter the bathroom to get dressed in private, returning a few minutes later to find him stretched out on my bed with his shoes off, reading through my notebook!
That's rude!
"Hey! That's private, give it back!" making a running grab at it as he pulls it out of my reach. In my effort to reacquire it I over stretch and fall onto him, my torso landing squarely onto his, my lip connecting painfully with his chin. I feel it split on impact and am immediately aware of warm fluid running down my chin, the unmistakeable metallic taste of blood on my tongue.
"Shit, that bloody hurt!" he grumbles, rubbing his chin as I pull away from him holding my mouth, my eyes watering.
He sits up and pulls my hand away from my face, his skin becoming pale and clammy as he registers the torrent of blood running rapidly down from my mouth and dripping from my chin then leaps from the bed, rushing into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a cool damp washcloth and holding it to my mouth.
"Holy shit! Ok.... another trip to the hospital for you lady" he tells me as he helps me to my feet and manhandles me towards my bedroom door and into the hallway.
"I'll drive you myself, much quicker. Go outside and wait by the white X5 while I grab the keys and tell someone where we're going."
I nod my acquiescence and head to the entrance hall, almost colliding with Noah who is just entering the house. He takes one look at my face, only just free of the remnants of my shiner, and screams Yannis name.
"What the fuck did you do Yanni? Why is she fucking bleeding? I swear, if you've caused this I'll rip your bloody arms off!" He is angry!
I try to alert him to his mistake as he strides further into the house to hunt for Yanni but speaking causes me pain and a fresh river of blood to cascade down my chin onto my clean clothes.
Raised voices carry through the cavernous entryway, echoing eerily around the double height space like disembodied ghouls. My name is used, I can pick out only odd words and most of those I can distinguish are swear words,then I realise I can now only hear one voice, less of an argument and more of a telling off or warning.
After deciding that I'm not going to be a referee for these two I head outside to the driveway and wait beside the X5. With the cloth still pressed firmly to my mouth I watch as an angry Noah heads towards me with a set of car keys in his hand, his stride determined, his face flushed and his body tense.
"Come on, get in. Let's get you fixed up again eh!?" he says disarming the lock with the remote and yanking the door open so roughly I fear it will fall off it's hinge!
Wondering where Yanni is, and why Noah is now taking me to the hospital instead I attempt to ask, but all that happens as I remove the cloth is a steady flow of blood and saliva stream down my chin, so I hurriedly replace the cloth and sit quietly, turning over in my mind what words may have been exchanged between Noah and Yanni. I'll ask one of them as soon as I can move my lips without losing precious bodily fluids!