Sleeping With The Enemy (4 page)

‘Yessir,’ she said
with an amused smile, heading towards the bathroom.

She closed
herself inside the bathroom, and saw that there was a varied assortment of
toiletries inside the wall cabinet. She went into the shower cubicle and washed
herself with warm water. That done, she stepped out of the shower cubicle and
searched his bathroom cabinet for some deodorant. There was
Eau Pour Homme
by Armani and
Platinum Egoiste
by Chanel. She applied the Armani roll-on
onto her underarms and smiled to herself when she noticed the two cups with each
a continuing a toothbrush. One was labeled:
MINE
and the other:
YOURS.
VERY NEW
.

She took the
“very new” toothbrush and thoroughly brushed her teeth before gurgling with
some mouthwash that she found in the cabinet.

Two soft knocks
came at the door. Before she could reply the door opened slightly and his voice
asked, ‘I’ve got chicken polony and French polony. Which would you like?’

She spat into
the wash basin. ‘Which do you recommend?’

‘The French have
always had good taste in food, not clothes.’

She laughed. ‘Okay.’

‘Une autre
chose. How would you like your eggs?’

‘Um…it’s a bit
complicated.’

Excite me,’ he said
with an mused laugh.

‘I like them beaten,
but not scrambled.’

‘Comin’ up.’ He
closed the door.

She inspected
her teeth in the mirror. Fine. Then with a contemplative expression on her face
she chose
Egoiste
to spray onto her body before putting on his shirt and
stepping out of the bathroom.

‘Señorita, breakfast
is served.’

She sat down at
the counter and stared at her dish: three vienna sausages, toast bread, some
yoghurt, eggs, carrot salad, and some fruits next to a steaming cup of coffee.
Same for him.

She lifted the
cup of coffee and took a sip. She picked up her fork and tasted the eggs and
viennas. ‘Mmm. Good. Very good, Mr. Imposimato.’

‘Grazie.’

‘There’s
something I’d like to know,’ she said, stealing a glance at him.

‘Prego.’

‘Where did you
learn to sew so well?’

‘My mother –
bless her soul.’

‘She also taught
you how to cook?’

He smiled at
her. ‘My mother was a very talented woman.’

A brief moment
of silence passed.

She frowned
curiously at him. ‘What do you do?’

‘Another thing
my mother – God bless her soul – taught me: Don’t talk while you’re eating.’

‘So what’re we
supposed to do?’

He responded
with a smile. ‘We eat in silence, admire each other’s faces and fall in love.’

She smiled back and
became silent as she ate her food.

After breakfast
she changed into her own clothes. He walked her to the door when she was done.
‘Why does my deo smell so much better on you?’

She stepped
outside and turned to stare at him. ‘Maybe because I’m beautiful.’

‘Ouch.’

She laughed in amusement.
‘Bye.’

He watched her walk
away and leaned against the door. ‘Hey.’

She stopped walking
and turned back to look at him.

He smiled at
her. ‘Think of me.’

She feigned
surprise and asked, ‘Why should I?’

* *
* * *

She grabbed his
balls in her hand and stroked them. His cock firmed up and she took it in her hand
and caressed it, feeling herself begin to flood with moisture at her loins. She
climbed on top of him and held his cock like a pedestal as she gently inserted
it into her flooding warmth. She swallowed him inside her and gasped aloud as a
wave of pleasure came over her. She began to grind herself against his pelvis.

He grabbed her waist
and jammed himself hard against her. She moaned endlessly as wave after wave of
ecstasy seized her and took her to a wonderful world where only pleasure and
excitement existed. He pulled her down to him and took her breasts in his
mouth, sucking on them while his hands stroked her buttocks and pressed them
down on his cock. He slammed himself against her until she felt her body jerk
involuntarily as another wave of earth-shattering orgasm knocked the senses out
of her. He rolled her body around and climbed above her. He grabbed her legs and
folded them backwards flat against her chest as her fed his strong erection
into her…

‘Rosina!’

The bark came
from her producer, waking Rosina from her wayward daydream. She stared sheepishly
at the fool.

‘You’re on,’ he
said with an annoyed expression on his face.

Rosina forced
her mind back to the present and composed herself. She cleared her throat as
the studio went live.

‘President Obama
says…’

* *
* * *

Still unable to
get the thoughts of him out of her mind, Rosina sat at her desk inside her
office and scanned the Internet for news from around the world. Her distraction
reigning supreme, she eventually picked up the phone and called him.

* *
* * *

He was at his apartment,
sitting on a chair by the window, reading
To Kill A Mocking Bird
, when
his cellphone rang. He answered it. ‘Amazing.’

‘Huh?’

‘You did actually
think of me.’

‘Not really,’ she
countered.

‘I only started
to think of you the moment I picked up the phone.’

‘Comforting to
know.’

She laughed.
‘Listen, I was thinking maybe we can do dinner at my place this evening.’

‘I’m listening.’

‘That’s it.’

‘That’s what?’

‘Are you coming
or not?’

‘You didn’t ask,’
he teased.

‘It was implied
in my suggestion.’

‘What
suggestion?’

‘Okay,’ she said
with an exasperated sigh. ‘You are not gonna make this easy for me, are you?’

‘No, I’m
playing. It’s a great idea. What time?’

‘Seven.
Eightish?’

‘Alright.’

‘It’s number 18
at the Lombardy Heights.’

‘The high life.’

‘We try to enjoy
it while we can.’

‘Ha-ha-ha,’ he
mimicked in feigned laughter.

‘See you at
eight.’

‘Okay.’

‘Bye.’

‘Okay.’

End of call.

* *
* * *

Rosina Ameliano
lived in an opulent apartment at the Lombardy Heights on Sixth Avenue. It had
three bedrooms, a big living room and a wide terrace.

Presently she arrived
at the apartment to find some packed suitcases in the hallway. She went into
the living room and found herself face to face with a big Black man who stood tall
like a giant inside the living room, playing with a big phone in his hand.

She greeted him apprehensively.
‘Hello.’

‘Hi,’ he
bellowed in a deep booming voice.

Paulina emerged
from her room. ‘Oh, there you are, Rosie.’

Rosina frowned at
Paulina. ‘Hi.’

‘Um, this is
Darrien,’ said Paulina, referring to the big man. ‘Honey, this is my very good
sister, Rosina. She’s good at everything she does, that’s why we call her that.’

‘Pleasure to
meet you,’ he bellowed again in his astounding voice.

‘Same here,’
responded Rosina, and then she turned to face Paulina. ‘Paulina, can I have a
minute?’

Paulina blew a
kiss at Darrien before following her sister. ‘We won’t be long, baby.’

They got into Paulina’s
room and closed themselves inside.

‘Paulina, what are
you doing?’

Paulina’s face was
a picture of puzzlement. ‘What do you mean, big sis?’

‘Who’s…no…what’s
that
?’

‘My new
boyfriend. I thought I told you about him?’

‘Yes, but you
didn’t tell me he was a big monster with a huge knife scar on his cheek.’

‘He’s got a big,
really lovely cock and he fucks like a maniac. I love him.’

‘You only met
the guy two weeks go,’ Rosina said pointedly.

‘Life’s too
short,’ Paulina smiled mischievously, heading for the door. ‘Goodbye, honey.’

‘Where’re you
going?’

‘Darrien’s taking
me to Vegas for the weekend. Bye.’ She blew her sister a kiss and opened the
door.

‘Paulina, be careful,’
Rosina said in a serious voice.

‘You should wish
me to have fun—.’

‘I mean it, Paulina,’
Rosina said sternly. ‘Take care.’

‘Alright. See
you when I get back.’ She left Rosina standing there as she closed the door.

Eleven

When she opened
the door Imposimato was standing there with a bottle of Krug Grand Cuvée in his
hand. He lifted it up in his hand with a broad smile on his face. ‘People who
live in such opulent places should enjoy such marvelous champagne.’

She smiled back.
‘I’m afraid I can’t.’

‘Why not?’ he asked,
still standing outside the door.

‘Come on in.’

He obliged, and after
she closed the door she invited him to the dinner table that was already set
with dishes, lit candles and flowers that made it a wonderful sight to behold.
It thrilled him that she had gone through the trouble of trying to impress him.

‘Looks
delicious,’ he complimented. ‘Will go well with the champagne.’

‘I’m afraid I can’t
indulge in that,’ she told him, placing a napkin upon her lap.

‘Why not? This
is top grade champagne; to go with excellent food and to be enjoyed in the company
of exceptionally beautiful women.’

She smiled, and at
that moment he realized for the umpteenth time that she truly was a very
beautiful woman. ‘I do not take alcohol,’ she said.

‘Hm,’ he mused
quietly.

‘If all the
money that the world spends on liquor and cigarettes was instead put in a vault
somewhere we would have more than enough money to feed all the world’s starving
children, especially in Africa.’

‘True. I feel
guilty already.’

‘Put the bottle
on the table, and let’s enjoy dinner.’

He did as told, and
picked up a knife and a fork. ‘Alright, here goes.’

He cut a peace
of the fish. He cleared his throat elaborately and threw the piece into his
mouth. He instantly started coughing like he was choked, stood up and did an
excellent theatrical show of being unable to breathe.

Rosina was
shocked, and was rising to her feet when he suddenly stopped his act and sat back
down.

‘Woman, you want
to kill me?’

She laughed.
‘Get outta here.’

‘I’m kidding.
It’s great. Delizioso.’

A moment of
silence passed.

Rosina cleared
her throat. ‘Ferdinando.’

‘Yes?’

‘I got some
questions that I wanna ask you.’

He smiled at
her. ‘I was wondering when the interview would start.’

With an amused
smile, she let that pass. ‘What do you do?’

He did not bat an
eyelid. ‘Construction.’

‘Seriously?’

‘I like tearing
things up and building them up again. Greatest job in the world.’

‘Or you mean
ordering people around while you while away time doing nothing?’ she taunted.

‘Does it occur
to you – beautiful lady – that for any group of people to be productive there
is need for a sharp and decisive leader?’

She laughed for a
short while. ‘Family?’

‘Only child. My
beloved Papa died eight years ago, and my mother – bless her soul – followed 3
years—.’

He stopped in mid-sentence,
having looked up above her head and noticed a poster of a fiery redhead. ‘Wow!’
he exclaimed and was silent for a moment. ‘Who’s that?’

‘My younger
sister. Her name’s Paulina.’

‘I’d like to
meet her.’

‘What? Am I not
enough for you?’ she teased.

‘Jesus!’ he
exclaimed again, his eyes transfixed on the portrait, and continued as if he
hadn’t heard her. ‘Who shot that picture?’

She did a shoot
for GQ and decided that was her best shot.’

‘Are you
kidding? GQ?’ He rose to his feet in a mesmerized state and crossed over to the
picture. He stood before it and examined it reverentially. ‘What does your
sister do?’

Paulina sighed
inaudibly. ‘Of all things, she runs a wedding-dress boutique and has surprised
everyone – including me, frankly – by turning it into a brisk business.’