Chapter 9

• When I slip out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, she stands there in the hallway, visibly mad at me but I don’t care and cheer ‘Good morning’ when she steps into the bathroom muttering a few curses under her breath. Smiling, I step back into my bedroom and get dressed for the day, blue skirt, white shirt, and an orange scarf; my uniform. Only ten minutes later I dart out of the apartment and head for work, singing along with the tape in the cassette deck, Billy Idol, at the top of my lungs. Hot in the city tonight, perhaps, but hot on the Costa Brava this afternoon; the thought crosses my mind and brings a smile to my face, and sends a jolt of longing through my body.
• The morning just doesn’t seem to come to an end; I sit and listen to people complaining about the towels, the cockroaches in their rooms, and whatnot for what appears to be hours. All I can think about is his lips on mine, and his hands exploring my body; I shift in my seat to ease the flaring lust in my loins while the tourists whine to me. Then finally noon rolls along and I hop in my car and drive to the bar I visited last night, about ten miles from here. As always the road is crowded with idiots who don’t have a clue how to drive and I curse up a storm when my watch tells me it’s almost a quarter to one. I’m still five miles away from my destination, and the way things look right now; it doesn’t look like I’ll make it in time.
• At fifteen minutes past one I park my car in front of the bar, wondering what the hell I’m doing here. What if he’s not there, various doubts run through my head because the place looks deserted. But when I walk toward the door, it swings open, and there he is, beckoning me to step inside, and when I do his hot mouth hovers over mine while his hands rove over my body and eventually linger on my breasts. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes me into the wall behind me hikes up my uniform skirt and runs his hands up my legs in the process. Kissing me passionately in the meantime, his tongue darts in and out of my mouth like a promise of what is yet to come.