She checked the bedroom and every other space she had checked before, but he had disappeared. Again. There was something very alluring, mysterious and dangerous about this man. She had let him into her home and he had had his way with her and then disappeared. Her anger began to boil in her, and replaced the passion she was just feeling. She grabbed the towel from her bed and marched into the bathroom, slamming the door as she went.
How stupid she had been to get caught up with this man. She stood in the shower for a considerably long time as the tears stung her eyes. When they became too much for her, she let the water wash over her, replacing them in the process. She stepped from the bath and wandered to her bedroom, eyes puffy from too many tears. She saw a single red rose lying in the center of the bed. She spun around, half expecting to see him standing behind her. He wasn’t. She took up the rose and sniffed it. It was still fresh. How had he gotten into her room? She looked over to the tree. Impossible. At least he hadn’t deserted her after all, but then again, this may have been a thank you rose. She tossed it in the trash and went to close the drapes. She would sleep tonight and hopefully she wouldn’t be haunted by thoughts of the man she had allowed to dominate her entire being; he had already taken over her mind and now she had given him her body too. And she had made it so easy. She lay looking at the ceiling until sleep beckoned. She tried to forget how he had passed through her life like a subway station, but all she kept thinking about was his tongue in tender places and his hands crawling all over her being. At least the experience was a pleasurable one, but it was one she vowed to never repeat again. She didn’t even know his name.