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The Editor — Part 2
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She thought she was a wildcard when she was angry. Bowie chuckled; she was gloriously predictable in her rebellion. Sipping his coffee, Bowie stepped over to the window and waited. Even if she wanted to kill him most of the time, giving Sara an office in his home had certain perks. She would soon realize he was watching her every move. That is what she truly wanted, Bowie watching her close enough to see when she needed his control. He knew it even if she didn’t.
Sara stepped through the sliding glass door onto the back porch. She wished it was a regular door so she could slam it. There was something so viscerally satisfying about slamming doors. It was like a hard punctuation on an angry sentence. But Bowie managed to take the fun out of everything. The last time, he calmly opened the door and told her to “use her words.” She flung a lot of words at him until he got out his little notebook and started writing them down. She really hated when he did that. She was also slightly afraid of what he was writing down or why he was keeping track.
She wandered toward her oasis with its pretty blue water. Bowie’s pool was ridiculous. Who has a pool open year-round? A control freak that’s who but right now, she loved the pool more than she hated Bowie. Getting in water always seemed to help burn out her rage and clear her mind. It helped more than counting to twenty that’s for sure. Lately, she spent more time in this pool than she did writing. Lost in thought she didn’t realize she had already pulled her clothes off.
She peeked up at Bowie’s office window. What would he say if he knew she was standing down here in her bra and panties getting ready to swim instead of working on his damn edits? She wished she could see his face but was probably back at his desk, smugly drinking coffee and ruining someone else’s morning.
The noise from the sliding glass door caught her attention. Stepping into the light, Bowie took a drink of coffee and tossed a towel on the chair beside him.
“You forgot your towel.”
It was like she conjured him out of thin air. He stood in his fancy suit, looking like some disapproving principal. Then he went and opened his mouth, making her want to earn detention…
Reaching behind her back, Sara unhooked her bra. Sliding it down her arms, she tossed it toward him. Hooking her hands in the sides of her panties, she slowly lowered them to the ground. Standing as tall as her 5’3” frame would allow, Sara stretched her arms above her head. It felt positively sinful standing naked in the morning sun…daring Bowie to do something about it.
Sighing, Bowie sat his coffee cup down. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and laid it on the back of a pool chair. Stepping toward Sara, he slowly started rolling up his shirt sleeves.
“What are you doing?” Sara stepped back.
Saying nothing, Bowie continued to roll up his sleeves as he approached her, first one arm and then the other.
“I’ve brought you a gift,” he growled as he stopped in front of her.
Warily Sara took another step back, “What is it?” She was feeling much less confident about her momentary loss of rational thought and wished she hadn’t stripped naked.
“This is not a gift for an ordinary girl.” Bowie was close enough to touch her. All he had to do was reach out but he waited, she was going to have to come to him.
The fear, the anxiety, and the curiosity were killing her…wait a minute, she knew that line. Scowling and sticking her hands on her hips she took a step closer to Bowie. She probably would have been more menacing if she hadn’t been naked but sometimes things like this couldn’t be helped. “You are the most basic villain I know. You can’t even come up with your own lines. You stole that directly from the Goblin King.”
“Then I guess I need to improvise.” Bowie reached down and gripped Sara’s arms. The splash was the only thing that drowned out her reply.
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