9.
Twelve hours, better yet—half a damn day, had gone by and it still consumed her thoughts. She had a pretty good hunch that it would for quite a while too.
Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to touch her that way?
Every time they got a little closer it just made her want him more and more. He was feeding the ever-burning fire she possessed for him and it was such a dangerous flame to begin with. The more strength it obtained… the longer it lasted. It would eventually never burn out and be everlasting. Fran would then be a victim of unrequited love—something she promised herself she never would be.
"Fran, does this look okay?"
Maggie had just stepped outside the dressing room of Bloomingdale's and did a little spin in front of Fran so that she could have a full perspective of the dress she had tried on.
Fran's eyes stared straight through Maggie as various thoughts raced through her head. One of them however, she focused on at the moment. Mr. Sheffield had his hands all over her and they were up against the refrigerator in the kitchen, kissing. Last night's contact with him was replaying in her head.
"Miss Fine… oh, Miss Fine… you are the object of my desire…"
Those were the last words she ever would have expected to hear from Mr. Sheffield. Even though it was true he wasn't in the right state of mind, simply knowing that the words actually flowed from his mouth was just the most marvelous thing. Somewhere deep in his subconscious he was actually thinking that… or at least she hoped. It would be terrible to find out that he was just talking nonsense. And how would she ever forget the feel of his eager arousal so close? He had to be just as turned on as she was, perhaps even more. Hopefully, he somehow knew it was her though and wasn't just so entirely blitzed that he just sensed a female body near. But then again he did ask about Julian…
Ugh, it's all just so complicated!
Fran slightly frowned.
But what would Mr. Sheffield say about it when she got home? She hadn't seen him at all this morning before she went shopping and he would have to be confronted about it sometime or another. After all, he started the whole mess, intoxicated or not, and he couldn't just straight-out avoid the subject completely. Neither could she for that matter…
The best part though, she confirmed, was that is wasn't a dream. No matter what happened, she'd always have that glorious memory that no one could shake from her.
"Fran?!"
Maggie waved a hand in front of Fran to bring her and her dreamy face back to earth.
Fran shook her head and blinked her eyes in reaction.
Maggie smirked widely. "I know Julian's all that and a bag of chips, but if you could just give me your attention for a second!"
If only she knew… and it's not even Julian—it's her father!
"Oh, I'm so sorry Maggie, what were you saying? I wasn't here for a moment."
"Well, obviously!" remarked Maggie, somewhat annoyed. "So what do you think?"
"I'm not so sure about this one… let me see the pink one again."
And so, Maggie retreated back into the dressing room to put on the other dress.