Saturday, October 12, 2013
A reflected beam of sunlight streams through my bedroom window. It´s hard to open my eyes and I have a splitting headache. I think I got plastered last night, and as I turn to look at the other side of the bed, I see Paula staring tenderly at me.
What the hell happened? I try to smile back at her. I try to remember, but I can´t.
She´s naked and shamelessly displays her statuesque body.
“Good morning, Detective.” She greets me with a soft caress on my cheek.
She rises from the bed and I can feel myself blushing, startled by the perfection of her feminine profile. She sways her hips as she walks in a way I have never seen anyone do it, so sensual yet natural, as if she were in her own parlor. I think she´s gone out to the kitchen.
There are two used condoms on my bedside table. I press my hands to my temples, trying to remember this first time with Paula, but it´s useless. I wish I could remember every detail of what went on last night.
I get up slipping on some underwear I find laying by the bed and stumble towards the kitchen. Paula is standing by the counter, making coffee, totally naked.
“Coffee?” she offers with an ample, charming smile.
“Yes, please.” I sit on one of the bar stools. “Paula, what happened last night?”
“You can´t remember anything?” She asks, pouting disappointedly.
“Too much whisky, I´m afraid.”
“I can remind you if you want.” She approaches me and kisses me provocatively, her full lips on mine, her tongue holding me captive, playing with me, or rather playing me, she teases me by distancing her face a fraction of an inch.
“We made love. Twice.” Her voice husky and still a bit sleepy.
“I´m sorry I can´t remember.” I bemoan humorously.
She pours some coffee and sits beside me. My God! She is so perfect, delicate and regal. I still regard her as an unapproachable goddess. Yet she is here, with me, staring sweetly into my eyes and smiling eagerly.
I can´t believe my luck at having found her.
I feel uneasy, her nakedness is overwhelming.
“Paula, please put something on, I can´t concentrate if you are...”
“Naked?”
“Yeah, that´s right.”
She laughs and goes towards the bedroom.
When she returns, she is wearing the navy-blue dress, gray jacket and flats she had on last night. A marked contrast to the femme fatale she emulates at work.
“I dreamt about Josh last night.” She appears upset.
“This whole deal is having a strong effect on you, isn´t it?
“Yes.”
“Tell me: what was there really between you two Paula?”
“I´ve told you. A couple of dates, a one night fling. That was it. He chose Charlotte and I moved on with my life.”
“And, how did that life of yours get on?”
She lowers her gaze, takes a quick sip of coffee, and when I think she is ready to tell me her story, she gives me a quick peck, smiles and heads for the door. Once there, she smiles seductively. I don´t know what to think. She totally throws me off kilter, she traps me, I´m obsessed by her.