Undeniable (Indulgence) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,1
roll of cash, and my eyes open wide. I can't tell how much it is, but unless the bills are singles, it's more than I ever expected.
She wraps her hand around mine. "It's your share of tips. It'll help you with that Uber."
"Thank you."
"No, thank you. You're a natural at this party stuff. After you graduate from university, maybe I can work for you."
My cheeks lift higher, and I tilt my head. "Or you could hire me full time?"
Cindy winks. "See you later."
As I walk toward the open door, I feel that satisfied contentment of a job well done. The party went off without a hitch. Since I spent most of my time making sure the servers were doing their jobs and the cleaners were picking up the used glasses, plates, and silverware, I didn't get a chance to truly appreciate the home.
Mr. Hamilton's home.
When I was young—okay, a child—I had a friend whose last name was Hamilton. Becky Hamilton. Though I hadn't really gotten a chance to meet this Mr. Hamilton, I know he can't be the same one as Becky’s father. Becky and I grew up in a solid everyday neighborhood with hardworking parents. They could never afford a place like this. Besides, Hamilton is a common name. Heck, it’s even the title of a Broadway musical.
Though Becky and I lost touch after I moved in with my grandparents, the thing I remember the most about Becky's family is her dad. I actually feel my heart clench at the memories. He was the dad that all the girls in the neighborhood lusted after.
Maybe we didn't lust. I mean, do eight-year-olds lust?
Just hearing the name Hamilton reminds me of how much I liked him. It isn't something a girl forgets. It is his image that comes to mind, the one from my memories, that I see in my dreams, the ones where I wake with my fingers in my folds and rubbing my clit.
I know I'll probably never see him again, and besides, he's married, or he was. But for me he'll always be the gold standard. I will probably die a virgin because no one will ever be Matt Hamilton.
Slipping out to the pool deck, I sigh, looking up at the multitude of sparkling stars.
I can't imagine living in a house like this one. It isn't that my grandparents are poor—they aren't—but this is beyond my comprehension. The pool deck extends all the way to the edge of the bay. I'm sure it has a name—all the bodies of water do—but not a name most people would know. Even this piece of the ocean is private, only accessible to the few homes that grace its shores.
I smile as the warm breeze blows the palm tree's fronds above my head. With only the faint-colored lights beneath the pool's water and what is shining through the large windows from the house, it's like the pool is a haven of peace. After the number of people who were served inside the house and out on the deck, the current solitude definitely is.
It is with this little slice of freedom that I can't resist one last look at the property.
I'm about to sink onto one of the cushioned chairs when a deep voice startles me.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
My heart rate accelerates as I turn toward the voice. In the dimness, I can't make out all of the man's features, but I can tell he's tall with broad shoulders. His hair appears dark, and as he nears, so do his eyes, although there is a flash of green. Maybe it's the reflection of the pool's lights.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm about to call for my ride," I say as I fumble for my phone in my purse.
The man steps closer, and I wonder if he could be the host. As he nears, I take in his attire. The party was formal, and he's wearing a tuxedo. The tie is now loosened, and I can't stop my grin. It's a real tie, one he had to actually tie into a bow, not the clip kind boys my age would wear to a dance.
"It's beautiful. Isn't it?" His voice fades into the sound of the soft waves on the shore as he stands with one hand in his pocket, looking out over the bay.
Following his gaze, I nod. "It is. I would never tire of this as my backyard."
His laugh rumbles, sending vibrations to my core. For only a moment I'm afraid he's making fun of me,