Who killed Dr. Livingston? He was found stabbed to death in his apartment. Traci still could not believe that her tormentor was gone. Thoughts about who could have done it flitted through her mind. as she unpacked her groceries. Raun appeared in the archway between the living room and the kitchen. His muscular body propped against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. Yum.
“Why didn’t you tell your mother the truth?”
“It’s better this way.” Traci did not want Raun to know that she had not spoken to her mother since she was twelve years old. Her mom turned her back on her when Child Protection Services was called by Lynda Jackson the School Counselor at PS 113. Raun straightened up from the wall, and walked into the kitchen. His presence was overwhelming in the small kitchen. Traci took a small step back for every forward step from Raun. He paused as he noticed her movements. Raun walked over to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair. He straddled the chair, his arms folded over the high ladder back chair. Traci walked back to the table, picked up the half gallon of almond milk before walking toward the refrigerator. She stuck her upper body into the fridge to cool down. He’s taking up too much room. I’m so… I don’t know what to do. I don’t think I can make it through another night with him in the house. What if he’s like Professor Wimple? No, he’s not anything like that cretin! How would you know, maybe he’s just bidding his time like all men? Stop it! You know Raun. Do I?
“What’s so interesting in the fridge? Come sit.”
Traci placed the milk inside and closed the refrigerator door. She walked slowly back to the table, started to gather up the plastic bags off the table, Raun reached over and touched her hands. “Leave them. Sit.” Traci looked down at his large hand on top of hers. Even his hands are beautiful, and so warm. She looked from his hands up into Raun’s searching brown eyes. Traci slowly pulled her hands away before she pulled out a chair from the table and sat facing the window. She watched as people ran around outside. It was still light and the temperature had been warm earlier in the morning, but by lunchtime the temperature had dipped some. The forecast called for snow. Snow, really? Where were the people going? They were probably stocking up on flashlights, batteries, and non-perishable items in preparation for Hurricane Sandy. I’m happy that I won’t face the storm alone, but I don’t know how I will feel spending the night with Raun. “Do you think anything is going to happen or are the meteorologists just blowing things out of proportion?”
“I love what you’ve done with your hair.”
Traci did not know how to respond. So she said nothing and continued to look outside.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
I feel like pulling you out of that chair and doing things I shouldn’t even want to do.
“It was no secret that I disliked Dr. Livingston,” Traci said. I don’t have an alibi.”
“I’m your alibi.”
“Shit, I wish I had left the first day Dr. Livingston came to work at PS 113.”
“He needed killing,” replied Raun harshly. “GG told me that he was transferred to PS 113 after allegedly sexually molesting a teenager. Later the girl recanted.”
“Really, which school? Why did the school board transfer him instead of firing him? They fired Dr. Howe for pornography and sexual misconduct.”
“Livingston’s father is on the school board.”
“No wonder I got the run around from them, and now they or his father are probably after me.” Traci got up from the table so quickly that her chair flew back and fell over. Raun stalked her across the small kitchen to the sink. They passed the stove, the fridge, and overhead cupboards before being stopped by the kitchen sink. He trapped her against the white sink, his hands on either side of her hips resting on its lip. Traci brought her hands up to his chest to push him away. He was immovable. Traci felt each breath he took as his chest expanded and brushed against her breasts. She held her breath afraid to breathe in his scent. Her nipples tightened and ached for firmer contact. Her arms ached to pull him closer and rub her body against his. This is not the time for this. When will it be the right time? Never? I wonder what he’s thinking? OMG, I just felt him tremble against me. What does that mean? Move Traci, get away from him. Talk about the weather. Mouth… open your mouth! What if I open my mouth and it tries to seek his lips?
Traci felt Raun’s big hands lightly rubbing up and down her arms. She first looked at his right hand and then his left in disbelief before she lifted her face. Traci stared into his hooded bedroom eyes, which beckoned and promised to fulfill every salacious thought that ran though her mind. She watched him moistened his lips and his head lowered. As if in a dream she felt those lips lightly touch hers; then she smelled the sweetness of his breath, as his mouth opened over her mouth. She trembled. She inhaled his scent. Heat fluttered in her belly and pooled between her legs. Her head angled to the side, as her hands came up to rest tentatively on his muscular shoulders. Lips slightly parted sipped at his lips, inhaling the minty freshness of his breath. His tongue fluttered like butterfly wings, and then she felt his tongue pushing against her teeth begging entrance. A gasped escaped and she squeezed his shoulders. His hands traveled slowly from her arms to her back, and then down to her hips. Traci hummed in pleasure at the contact of their lower body alignment.