The Protege chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 6

... She did not answer. "If I did something wrong, I'm sorry..."

I tried for several minutes and she refused to respond. To give her some space I let her know I was going to take a shower and would like to talk to her when she's ready. Unfortunately, when I finished, she was gone. With a note on the dining room table:

Dear Ms. Liebert,

I am sorry for my behavior today. I am not sure what got into me. I am happily married, and my actions are inexcusable. Please don't tell Oscar until I can try to make it right. He could never forgive me for this. I will ask for a new assignment and a replacement will be sent tomorrow. I hope this will not reflect on him. We both are thankful for all you have done for us.

Rosie

I looked all around the house even on the roof and she was gone. I got dressed quickly and looked outside the house and on the beach. She was nowhere to be seen.

I called Cynthia. "Ms. Carmichael, miss me already? I thought you would be busy for a whi...

"Rosario's gone. She ran out, got dressed and left." I said upset. "I'm worried. She looked very distraught, locked herself in the room and wouldn't talk. I gave her some space and she took off."

I read her the note and asked if she had a phone number. "Leasie Honey. Don't beat yourself up. I can tell you from what I've seen and heard from Rosario herself, it is not a happy marriage. Let me try to reach her and I'll be home asap. Go to the beach and enjoy the day. I'll find her and take care of it. ...

... See you soon."

I did my best to relax on the beach but the next few hours drug on slowly, my mind plagued by guilt. Once again, I let myself get out of control. I asked myself why I had to taunt her and drag her into this. What was wrong with me! Since my first encounter with Cynthia I can't stop looking at every woman that comes near me. I thought about poor Stacey, my best friend and how I risked our relationship to satisfy my unending lust.

Now it seems I may have cost poor Rosario a job and her marriage too, depending on how she wanted to "make it right" with Oscar. Three hours had passed since I talked to Cynthia and my stomach felt like I'd swallowed a flutter of butterflies.

I texted Cynthia.

Me: Did you find her?

Cynthia: Yes.

Me: How is she?

Cynthia: OK

I was getting frustrated and wanted some details.

Me: What's going on? Can I call you?

Cynthia: It's complicated. I'm helping her pack. We'll be there soon. Get dressed, were going out to dinner.

Me: Rosario's coming?

Cynthia: Yes.

She would not answer any more texts. I showered and put on a Salmon colored sun dress. I put my hair in a braid and put on my makeup. I had gotten a good refresher on my tan today, I thought as I put on lipstick. I finished and sent another text to Cynthia with no answer.

Two more hours passed and still nothing. My mind was reeling from images of them in a car accident, shot by an enraged husband (more likely), or making mad passionate love in a hotel ...