She was in the tub, as expected. What I didn't expect was being rendered breathless. Incapable of taking action. This should have been easy. I slip in while she is relaxing in the tub. I quickly slip the cloth over her mouth and control her brief struggles. I gently push her under the water and watch for air bubbles. Pay day. Yet this... her dark hair spilling over the rolled rim of the claw foot tub. Her small, high breasts peeking through the white bubbly foam. I didn't expect that it was her.
"It's only fitting," she said.
:"I swear. I didn't realize it was you."
She smiled a sad, wise smile and I was uncertain that she believed me. I was uncertain that I believed myself. I pulled my gun out of the inside pocket of my jacket and laid it on the back of the toilet tank. Her eyes opened wide. It wasn't my usual style.
"Emergancies only," I explained.
I didn't want to ask my question. I didn't want her answer. Yet, I couldn't help it. I moved to sit on the edge of the tub, removed one glove, and reached beneath the water to trace a single fingertip down her arm. Her entire body tensed. I can't say that I blamed her. Mine did too.
"What... what did you do?"
She closed her eyes and whispered, "I slept with another man."
The pang in my chest was that it wasn't me. Not anymore. I waited, knowing that there was more. They'd both cheated. I half expected that the boss knew about she and I. Maybe he did. Maybe this job was his justice.
"His brother," she continued. "I fucked Johnny. That was the end. I've been waiting for you ever since."
My cuff dipped into the water as I traced her breast. I tugged on her nipple the way that always used to make her whimper. Her eyes closed and her breath escaped in a rush.
"You're here to kill me," she says.
My mouth opens, but the words hang on my tongue. I can"t lie to her. I never could; that was the problem.
"Get out of the tub."
"If you don't kill me, he'll kill you."
I know this deep into my bones.
"Get out of the tub. Please. Let me touch you. Let me kiss you. Please... one more time."
She does. Her small, wet body was in my arms. Her tongue slid along mine, sparring and dancing. I palmed her small breasts and took her nipples in my mouth. I did everything that she loved. And for that moment, I loved her the way I used to. I loved her until she moaned around my cock. Until she whispered my name as she came. Then I loved her again.
I collected myself, tugging my glove on, knowing I'd still smell her on my fingertips when I took it off again. I picked up my gun. She didn't flinch this time.
We walked to the hallway, where she lifted on her tiptoes and kissed me again. She saw it. I gave myself away. I single tear fell down my cheek. She wiped it away.
"I'm glad that it was you," she said.
"Me too."
I stepped back, leveled the gun, and pulled the trigger. There was no moment of shocked outrage on her face. No false hope. Only a tear to match my own.
I stepped over her body and out of their lives, tucking away my gun and locking the door behind me. I shook my head.
"Emergencies only."
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