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her private bedroom. Her window looked out to a veritable wall of towering pine trees, and Aurelia watched with deep satisfaction as the first few rays of morning pushed soft fingers of light toward the house.
Stretching, she ran her hands up and down her bare ribs and hips. She still ached all over, a pleasant reminder that she had pushed herself into countless hours of hikes and runs over the last two days. Since Lucas was gone, the Compound was all but abandoned and she’d had little more on her mind than vigorous exercise followed by a lavish, home-cooked meal. She’d talked to her brother again, laughed at the bad puns that he’d never outgrown.
Coupled with lots of sleep and steamy baths, Aurelia’s time had flown by. If she were honest, she hadn’t even had time to miss Lucas until this very moment. While waking in her opulent bedroom, in a bed fit for a princess, was certainly an incredible and much-missed feeling… well, she was still waking alone in that big bed.
As for why she was only now starting to feel lonely despite several years on the lam, rarely if ever seeing hacker acquaintances and never seeing family or friends, Aurelia could only guess that she’d been too busy worrying about looking over her shoulder to be worried about her feelings. Loneliness went right out the window along with cable t.v., wheat grass shots, and fancy haircuts. There simply wasn’t time, or opportunity.
Aurelia shook her head at herself, turning from the window and heading over to her desk. After checking a few of her anonymous email drop boxes and several intricately-hidden bank accounts, she decided that she needed to turn the big, empty house from a sadness stimuli to a special treat.
She had a huge house to herself, and she could do anything she wanted. What she wanted most, right this second, was to bake some vanilla cupcakes and eat several while sprawled on one of the couches downstairs, catching up on Real Housewives of Atlanta. To top off her self-indulgence, she wasn’t planning on wearing pants at any point in this fantasy day.
Giggling to herself, Aurelia put on some cute white boy-short panties, pulled a long black tank top on, and threw her fiery mane up in a messy bun. Ready for action, she grabbed her new iPhone and headed downstairs.
Checking her texts to see if Lucas had been in contact, she wandered into the Compound’s kitchen. She tried not to pout when she saw that he hadn’t messaged her since the morning before; she hadn’t messaged him either, so it wasn’t like she should be expecting a response.
Putting her phone to the side, she looked around the kitchen. It was a big granite and stainless steel affair, everything custom-built. The floor plan was big and open, the room defined by big copper bar that fenced in the kitchen on two sides and provided seating for casual meals. Wireless speakers were built into the bar, and Aurelia synched her phone to the speakers and pumped up her favorite bad pop jams. Katy Perry seemed appropriate for her mood, a little naughty and a little sweet.
Having learned the ins and outs of the kitchen over the last two days, Aurelia made quick work of the cupcake process. She’d perfected her vanilla cupcake recipe years earlier during a frenzy of early-20’s-hipster-hobby baking and now the whole shebang was something she could do on complete autopilot. She hummed as she worked, her mind a big zen blank as she went. When the frosting was resting and the cupcakes were sunning themselves in the oven, she turned her thoughts to television.
Should she start with something brainless but amazing, like RuPaul’s Drag Race? Or perhaps a program with more substance, like Mad Men? She’d only seen the first season so far, but she knew that it was critically acclaimed and would be soul-satisfying. She danced while she worked and thought, rocking out to her tunes. Who didn’t love dancing in their underwear?
She dithered as she pulled the cupcakes out to
Stretching, she ran her hands up and down her bare ribs and hips. She still ached all over, a pleasant reminder that she had pushed herself into countless hours of hikes and runs over the last two days. Since Lucas was gone, the Compound was all but abandoned and she’d had little more on her mind than vigorous exercise followed by a lavish, home-cooked meal. She’d talked to her brother again, laughed at the bad puns that he’d never outgrown.
Coupled with lots of sleep and steamy baths, Aurelia’s time had flown by. If she were honest, she hadn’t even had time to miss Lucas until this very moment. While waking in her opulent bedroom, in a bed fit for a princess, was certainly an incredible and much-missed feeling… well, she was still waking alone in that big bed.
As for why she was only now starting to feel lonely despite several years on the lam, rarely if ever seeing hacker acquaintances and never seeing family or friends, Aurelia could only guess that she’d been too busy worrying about looking over her shoulder to be worried about her feelings. Loneliness went right out the window along with cable t.v., wheat grass shots, and fancy haircuts. There simply wasn’t time, or opportunity.
Aurelia shook her head at herself, turning from the window and heading over to her desk. After checking a few of her anonymous email drop boxes and several intricately-hidden bank accounts, she decided that she needed to turn the big, empty house from a sadness stimuli to a special treat.
She had a huge house to herself, and she could do anything she wanted. What she wanted most, right this second, was to bake some vanilla cupcakes and eat several while sprawled on one of the couches downstairs, catching up on Real Housewives of Atlanta. To top off her self-indulgence, she wasn’t planning on wearing pants at any point in this fantasy day.
Giggling to herself, Aurelia put on some cute white boy-short panties, pulled a long black tank top on, and threw her fiery mane up in a messy bun. Ready for action, she grabbed her new iPhone and headed downstairs.
Checking her texts to see if Lucas had been in contact, she wandered into the Compound’s kitchen. She tried not to pout when she saw that he hadn’t messaged her since the morning before; she hadn’t messaged him either, so it wasn’t like she should be expecting a response.
Putting her phone to the side, she looked around the kitchen. It was a big granite and stainless steel affair, everything custom-built. The floor plan was big and open, the room defined by big copper bar that fenced in the kitchen on two sides and provided seating for casual meals. Wireless speakers were built into the bar, and Aurelia synched her phone to the speakers and pumped up her favorite bad pop jams. Katy Perry seemed appropriate for her mood, a little naughty and a little sweet.
Having learned the ins and outs of the kitchen over the last two days, Aurelia made quick work of the cupcake process. She’d perfected her vanilla cupcake recipe years earlier during a frenzy of early-20’s-hipster-hobby baking and now the whole shebang was something she could do on complete autopilot. She hummed as she worked, her mind a big zen blank as she went. When the frosting was resting and the cupcakes were sunning themselves in the oven, she turned her thoughts to television.
Should she start with something brainless but amazing, like RuPaul’s Drag Race? Or perhaps a program with more substance, like Mad Men? She’d only seen the first season so far, but she knew that it was critically acclaimed and would be soul-satisfying. She danced while she worked and thought, rocking out to her tunes. Who didn’t love dancing in their underwear?
She dithered as she pulled the cupcakes out to
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