Chapter 13: A Horny Husband
How wrong she was. And he’d prove it to her – soon enough.
Perhaps, if Linda hadn’t whispered those malicious thoughts into his ear, he wouldn’t have started reading so much into Anita’s behavior.
"Go home, Linda." He rose from his seat, and unfortunately, so did his shame—bulging awkwardly in his crotch.
"But Dave, it’s—"
He shot her a death glare, cutting through her like ice. "I said, go home."
There was finality in his tone, a sharpness that belied his usual casual personality; It made any protest die on her lips. Linda gathered her things with a pout and a hiss of indignation before she turned for the door, heels clicking with reluctance.
Then—slam!
The front door shook with the force of her exit, followed by the cold, mechanical chime of the password lock resetting filled the silence, sealing the house once more.
David exhaled, turned and headed up the stairs.
....
David strode into the bedroom—and froze. Anita stood completely bare, her back to him, reaching for a towel. Her body gleamed under the soft lighting, and she moved with the casual grace of someone unbothered by the man behind her.