You’ve Been Warned

Chapter 24

I TURN AROUND to see Michael gri

“Yeah, it’s like the mile-high club, only with a spin cycle.”

“Very fu

“I’m serious,” he says. He’s still in his robe, though it’s now open down the front. “I want you right here.”

That gets him the mother of all dubious looks from me. “Sure, and when Penley wanders in, I suppose you’ll be able to explain everything.”

He laughs. “This is the laundry room, Kris. It’s the last place Penley would ever wander into.”

He has a point there.

Still.

“Go and take your shower,” I say, and push him away. “Better make it a cold one, buster. Thanks for thinking of me, though.”

Instead of leaving, Michael takes me in his arms and begins to gently kiss the curve of my neck. He knows I like this a lot. Usually.

I stand there, not giving in. “What happened to your hangover?” I ask.

“All of a sudden I feel a lot better.”

I glance down. “I can tell.”

He pulls me closer, his lips moving toward mine. Michael has beautiful, sensuous lips that are nearly impossible to resist.

But I’m still not giving in. “This is about Penley setting me up with that guy, isn’t it? Thecute guy. Stephen.”

“Not at all.” He leans back, gazing into my eyes. “You’re not really going to go out with him, though, are you?”

“I knew it – you’re jealous!”

“Okay, maybe a little. She is such a bitch. Phony, condescending, sadistic.”

His hand glides down my stomach. He reaches into my pants, his fingers disappearing between my legs.

Damn. There’s nothing more sexy to me than a very confident man displaying a dash of vulnerability.

I start to give in a little. We’ve never done anything like this in the apartment. Not even the couple of times we’ve been here alone.

“Michael,” I say, returning his kisses. “The children.”

“They’re fine.”

Not if they see this.

I know this is wrong, that I should stop. This is so bad.

But it feels so good. And Penley won’t come in here.

I undo Michael’s robe all the way and stroke him with my hand. It’s as if I’ve lit a fuse. He’s very hard and very large.

Quickly, powerfully, he grabs my shoulders, spi

I reach and grip the back of the washer, the metal cold against my bare thighs. He enters me amid a swell of goose bumps, and after only a few swift thrusts I feel myself ready to explode.

“Miss Kristin, where are you?”

Sean’s little voice filters in from down the hallway. Michael and I both freeze in place.

“Did you find my Jimmy Neutron socks?” he calls out.

“Tell him you’ll be right there,” whispers Michael, slowly begi

Feeling every inch of him inside me, I can barely speak. The moment couldn’t be more dangerous.

Or more of a turn-on.

The socks are still in my hand, and I squeeze them tight as my body tenses, quivering.

“Miss Kristin?” Sean calls out again. “Are you there?”

Michael takes hold of my hips, thrusting faster and deeper, faster and deeper. My head whips back, my toes curl, and then my entire body completely lets go.

“I’m coming!”

5

Chapter 25

CONNIE SQUINTS AND MAKES a fu

“Either that or pay the electric bill,” jokes Beth.

My two best New York friends and I share a knowing laugh, keenly aware that our restaurant of choice this evening – the very dimly lit and ultrahip Bond Street – is a far cry from our usual, more modest haunts. In the heart of downtown, the place offers Japanese cuisine at its trendiest and most expensive. The sake alone goes for twenty dollars a serving. Yikes!

I raise my palms. “Speaking of paying the bill, what on earth are we doing here?”

“You said you needed a night out, Kris, so I figured we’d splurge a little,” says Co

I glance down at the menu with its skyrocket prices before looking back up at Beth, the struggling actress, and Co

We’re splurging, all right.

“So how’s the Pencil?” Beth asks.

“Thin and mean as ever,” I answer.

“Why doesn’t she like you, Kristin? I don’t get it. Who wouldn’t like you?”

“Actually, I’m not sure Penley likes anyone. After two years, though, you’d think she’d at least trust me with the kids.”

Co

We all laugh at that one.

“Seriously, if you hate this wretch of a woman so much, why do you keep working for her?” asks Beth. “This stepmom from hell.”

“The kids,” I reply. “I love them. And they really do need me.”

Never mind their father.

There have been so many times I’ve wanted to tell Beth and Co

So I keep Michael to myself. From time to time I tell the girls about having a few dates with some made-up guy. The script is always the same: he seems so promising at first and then turns out to be a loser of one kind or another. At no point do Beth and Co

Or is that true everywhere? It was definitely that way for me in Boston.

“What can I get you this evening?” asks our waiter, almost sneaking up on us. He’s dressed in black, head to toe.

The three of us order a small feast, and when it arrives everything is delicious. At least, I’m pretty sure it is. With all the drinks we’re also having, my taste buds are getting a little numb.

And I’m starting to get buzzed.

Soon there’s no recurring dream, no weird pictures in my darkroom, and no guilt over Michael and me in the laundry room this morning.

“C’mon,” says Co

We head from the restaurant over to the Luna Lounge on Ludlow Street and check out a band called Joh

Co

“Don’t look now,” says Beth with an elbow to my ribs, “but I think that guy’s checking you out.”