Conrad threw Victoria on the bed more forcefully than he had intended. In her state, she laughed wildly.
"I thought we were watching a movie?"
"We're way past that." He growled. He swore he wouldn't give in, but damn if he wasn't on the fence. He grabbed one of her nightgowns from her dresser, tossing it on the bed.
Victoria bit her lower lip as she slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her swearer. She took her sweet time. Conrad watched, aware of the sweat beads forming on his forehead. She unzipped her skirt, slowly worming out of it. Conrad watched her, donned only in a red bra and panties. He knew he could never resist her, been if it were for her own well being.
She took a few meager attempts to unhook her bra before relaxing into the pillow.
"I think I need help," she whispered.
Conrad stood still. He was torn. He wanted to speak but was tongue tied. He wanted to move to her but stood frozen staring at her.
"I thought you were going to help make me comfortable?" She asked with a small laugh. As drunk as she was, she was amused by Conrad's nervousness.
Obediently, Conrad walked over to the bed. He said nothing as he helped her unhook her bra. She tossed her hair so it feel on top of her breasts. Suddenly she was aware that Conrad wasn't just nervous, he was apprehensive. After him lusting after her so many years, she thought he would have jumped at the chance. The realization made her very self conscious, something she was not used to feeling. Maybe without her fancy clothes he was able to see her true appearance. Images of Lydia and Ashley flashed through her mind. Was she too old for him? With the liquid courage, she figured there was only one was to know the truth.
"Is it me?"
Conrad was caught off guard. He wasn't sure what she was asking of him.
"Is what you?"
Victoria shook her head, struggling to fight back tears.
"What is it?" Conrad asked. As always, Victoria was always a few pages ahead of him. He knew he shouldn't keep pushing her but he desperately wanted to know what was getting her so upset.
"I know..." Victoria started, but stopped to control the cracking of her voice. "It's been a while since you and I ... I'm not as young as I used to be..."
"That's what this is about?! Thank God!" Conrad said. Before he could explain, Victoria gave him an icy stare.
"Now just wait a minute. Let me explain. I was thankful that you weren't upset over something serious. You never have to worry about your appearance. My dear, you are radiant. Beautiful. Sexy. You're what I've wanted. Always you. Not how you were twenty years ago. You."
He inched closer, ready to give into what she wanted.
"Conrad, I don't-" Victoria started, but before she could finish the sentence she was leaning over the side of the bed, throwing up uncontrollably.