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Marc opening
the trunk of Marc’s car. Fuck!
I was wearing nothing but my bathrobe at this point. I closed the bedroom door
and put on a pair of panties, my beige Benetton skirt and a black tank top. As
I was pulling my tank down, my bedroom door opens. “Sorry I’m late, Marc had
the rest of the day off, so we went to the liquor store to pick up some stuff
for this Friday and we picked up a new barbeque. He’s going to help me set it
up, shouldn’t take us more than a couple of hours” he gave me a hug and kissed
me on the lips, my heart was raising and my mouth went dry again.
“Did you two have lunch?”
“No, we didn’t get to it, and I’m starving”
“I’ll make you something, how about some cold meat subs?
“That sounds great” he began “Anyway, why don’t you put your bathing suit on
and come downstairs for a swim, the pool man came by this morning and already
cleaned it”
I swallowed “I don’t own a suit, I have bikinis, remember?” And every
single one of them is skanky.
“I don’t care, wear a wrap or something.” He said shrugging.
“Alright, well let me make lunch first and then I’ll change”
He left the room, I took a deep breath and went downstairs.
As soon as I made it downstairs, Marc crossed my path. “Hey Alex” he said
giving me a quick hug.
“Hey” I said and walked toward the kitchen. Rob was there standing over the
granite counter, the exact same area Marc and I had our first encounter,
looking over the instructions. I walked passed him patting his back. “These
instructions are ridiculous” he muttered, just then Marc joins him and starts
laughing. “Yeah, this is going to take all afternoon” he said and glanced over
at me. I closed my eyes and turned the other way.
I opened the fridge and grabbed the cold meats, veggies, mayo, mustard and
ketchup and set it on the island. Grabbed the second largest knife and cut the
bread open. “What do you want on yours Marc?” I yelled out over the two of them
talking. “Lettuce, tomato, mayo, and mustard please” he replied .
“Baby yours as usual?” I asked, but Rob didn’t respond. I looked back again to
talk to Robert, and Marc was looking at me, I blinked and walked up to Rob, put
my hand on his back “Baby?” I asked
“What is it?” he asked, his voice stern “Should I make yours as usual?” I spoke
softly, he looked at me, and his eyes vacant “Yes” he finally said.
I quickly went back and made the sandwiches, as fast as I possibly could, put
them on plates, opened a bag of chips and put some on the side, set the plates
down near them and walked away. I raced upstairs put on a blue bikini I had
with Hawaiian flowers, a blue wrap around my waist, grabbed my Vogue which I’ve
been meaning to read since Saturday and my Jackie O Fendi sunglasses, went back downstairs and went outside, and sat as far away from
them as possible.
I could hear them swearing and bitching over the instructions from where I was
sitting, I went back inside to grab my iPod and when as I was going back
outside, Marc was coming in and winked at me. I just walked on. I sat back on
my recliner and turned the music all the way up.
About an hour had passed and I was nearly the end of my playlist and I was
melting from the heat as the sun had moved and was beating over me. I looked at
the boys and they only had the shell together. I was dying of heat and I needed
to get in the water or I was going to burn badly. So I stood up, took off my
wrap and jumped in the pool, I went under and stayed in there as long as I
could. I came up for air and swam towards the boys. “You know you could have
hired someone to do that for you” I remarked
“Alexandra please” replied Robert “Yeah where’s your faith on two more than
capable men?” asked Marc smiling.
“Just saying, they make those instructions difficult on purpose, just so the
buyer pays the retailer to put it together for them” I pointed out.
“Ok smart ass, if you have something
the trunk of Marc’s car. Fuck!
I was wearing nothing but my bathrobe at this point. I closed the bedroom door
and put on a pair of panties, my beige Benetton skirt and a black tank top. As
I was pulling my tank down, my bedroom door opens. “Sorry I’m late, Marc had
the rest of the day off, so we went to the liquor store to pick up some stuff
for this Friday and we picked up a new barbeque. He’s going to help me set it
up, shouldn’t take us more than a couple of hours” he gave me a hug and kissed
me on the lips, my heart was raising and my mouth went dry again.
“Did you two have lunch?”
“No, we didn’t get to it, and I’m starving”
“I’ll make you something, how about some cold meat subs?
“That sounds great” he began “Anyway, why don’t you put your bathing suit on
and come downstairs for a swim, the pool man came by this morning and already
cleaned it”
I swallowed “I don’t own a suit, I have bikinis, remember?” And every
single one of them is skanky.
“I don’t care, wear a wrap or something.” He said shrugging.
“Alright, well let me make lunch first and then I’ll change”
He left the room, I took a deep breath and went downstairs.
As soon as I made it downstairs, Marc crossed my path. “Hey Alex” he said
giving me a quick hug.
“Hey” I said and walked toward the kitchen. Rob was there standing over the
granite counter, the exact same area Marc and I had our first encounter,
looking over the instructions. I walked passed him patting his back. “These
instructions are ridiculous” he muttered, just then Marc joins him and starts
laughing. “Yeah, this is going to take all afternoon” he said and glanced over
at me. I closed my eyes and turned the other way.
I opened the fridge and grabbed the cold meats, veggies, mayo, mustard and
ketchup and set it on the island. Grabbed the second largest knife and cut the
bread open. “What do you want on yours Marc?” I yelled out over the two of them
talking. “Lettuce, tomato, mayo, and mustard please” he replied .
“Baby yours as usual?” I asked, but Rob didn’t respond. I looked back again to
talk to Robert, and Marc was looking at me, I blinked and walked up to Rob, put
my hand on his back “Baby?” I asked
“What is it?” he asked, his voice stern “Should I make yours as usual?” I spoke
softly, he looked at me, and his eyes vacant “Yes” he finally said.
I quickly went back and made the sandwiches, as fast as I possibly could, put
them on plates, opened a bag of chips and put some on the side, set the plates
down near them and walked away. I raced upstairs put on a blue bikini I had
with Hawaiian flowers, a blue wrap around my waist, grabbed my Vogue which I’ve
been meaning to read since Saturday and my Jackie O Fendi sunglasses, went back downstairs and went outside, and sat as far away from
them as possible.
I could hear them swearing and bitching over the instructions from where I was
sitting, I went back inside to grab my iPod and when as I was going back
outside, Marc was coming in and winked at me. I just walked on. I sat back on
my recliner and turned the music all the way up.
About an hour had passed and I was nearly the end of my playlist and I was
melting from the heat as the sun had moved and was beating over me. I looked at
the boys and they only had the shell together. I was dying of heat and I needed
to get in the water or I was going to burn badly. So I stood up, took off my
wrap and jumped in the pool, I went under and stayed in there as long as I
could. I came up for air and swam towards the boys. “You know you could have
hired someone to do that for you” I remarked
“Alexandra please” replied Robert “Yeah where’s your faith on two more than
capable men?” asked Marc smiling.
“Just saying, they make those instructions difficult on purpose, just so the
buyer pays the retailer to put it together for them” I pointed out.
“Ok smart ass, if you have something
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