Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (6 page)

Their eyes slowly met, and she said, "Wow."

He nodded and simply said, "Yeah."

A week later, at around
7:00
A.M.
, after
an evening of magical sleep-depriving, late-night sex, Jillian was
wandering around the grocery store in a zombie-like fashion. As she
headed down an aisle struggling to remember what the hell she
needed from this section, Coach John appeared in front of her
pushing a cart with a few items in it.

"Jillian, how are you?"

She smiled. "I'm, uh, fine. How's everything
with you?"

"Couldn't be better."

"Hey, tell Mary, it was a pleasure getting to
know her at Brian's party."

"I will, and we all got
to
know
Brian
really, really well that night." John made a face, and they shared
a laugh. "Oh speaking of…Victoria told me she was going to tell you
the good news."

Jillian looked at him a little confused until he
added, "The pregnancy."

She gasped them smiled, "Oh, yeah sure. I,
uh…"

"Mary and I couldn't be happier. I can’t wait to
hear the pitter patter of little paws running around."

Jillian smiled, "Paws? That's so cute." She gave
him a serious look as she asked, "And Mary's okay with all
this?"

"She is overjoyed. She's always wanted another.
Mary just hopes we don't end up with some all-black ones. No one
wants to adopt those."

She looked at him a little offended, hoping
maybe she didn't hear him correctly. She shook her head in
confusion. "So now she's not keeping it?"

"We'll probably keep just one."

"She's having twins?"

"At least," John said and then he scoffed.

Jillian tried to shake the cobwebs from her mind
as she steadied herself against the cart.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm, uh…so I just can't picture Victoria taking
care of twins. I offered to babysit, but wow, I'm not sure I can
handle that. Mary is a strong woman. If my husband came home and
told me he was having another baby—especially with a woman as
attractive as Victoria… I'd kill 'em. Not to mention it's twi—" She
shut the fuck up when she saw his expression.

John's mouth flew open, and he asked,
"Victoria's pregnant?"

Jillian looked away horrified. "What's
that?"

He glanced around the aisle to be sure they were
alone and then whispered, "She's pregnant with my baby!"

"I'm sorry what were you talking about?"

"Our Golden Retriever is having puppies, and
Victoria said she would ask you two if you wanted one."

She said, "Oh we would love one or two even.
When, will, uh…"

John looked away sadly as he said, "I can't
believe she wasn’t going to tell me." He abandoned the cart as he
turned and walked away in a daze. Jillian stood there dumbfounded
and watched him go. When he turned the corner, she pulled out her
cell phone, dialed Victoria's number, and it went directly to voice
mail.

Five minutes later, John was knocking gently on
Victoria's door while hiding a bouquet of flowers in front of his
shirt. He glanced behind him to be sure none of the neighbors were
watching. After a few seconds, he knocked again and then Victoria
opened the door sleepily and glanced at him surprised.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," she said confused.

He rushed to the living room and then sat down
nervously. She sat next to him and curled up on the sofa drowsy
eyed. He handed her the flowers as he said, "These are for
you."

"Thanks."

"I, uh. I'm not sure what to say."

"John why are you here? Is everything okay with
Mary?"

"Uh, yeah. I just want to tell you that I'll be
there for you with whatever you need. I'll be as involved as you
want me to be." Victoria slowly lifted her head up off the sofa and
stared at him. "I can help out financially. Just let me know what
you want from me."

She stared at him flabbergasted as she asked,
"Have you spoken with Jillian?"

"Oh, yeah sorry. I could tell she didn't mean to
tell me. It just slipped out."

"I'll bet."

"I'm serious. I'll find a way to break it to
Mary, but I really think—"

"John…John," he looked to be in a trance.
"John?" Still nothing from him.

She slapped him across the face, and he stared
into her eyes. "John are you with me?"

"Yes, yes."

"It's not your baby."

"What?" he shook his head confused.

"It's not your baby."

"Then why'd she—"

"I told Jillian it was yours."

"But why?"

"Because I didn't want to tell her the
truth."

"Which is what?"

"That it's either her fiancé’s brother, Jim, or
Rob, her son."

"You slept with Rob?" he asked loudly.

A second later Jillian burst through the door,
and Victoria and John stared at her shocked.

Victoria covered John’s mouth with her hand; she
waited for Jillian to say something. Jillian finally said, "I'm so
sorry. I, uh…"

She stood up and pulled John to his feet while
still covering his mouth. Jillian stared at them obviously
confused. "Look I didn’t mean to—"

Victoria pointed at her. "You sit right there
and don't move. Don't say anything—don't speak. You can breathe but
nothing else."

Jillian rushed to the sofa, sat down, and curled
her lip as Victoria dragged John out the front door. Jillian
decided not to breathe since she wasn't exactly sure if Victoria
said, don't even breathe or if she could only breathe. As she
pondered that question, Victoria slammed the door.

Victoria pulled her hand from his mouth and led
him halfway down the driveway. She said, "Look, I promise you it's
not yours. We used a condom every time, plus we had sex a few weeks
before I got pregnant."

"Oh…okay."

"Look, I'm not sure why I told you back there
that I had sex with Rob because—"

"Oh, good, so you didn’t have sex with him
because Mary and I found him to be a little creepy. He's like—"

Victoria gave him a tired look. "I was drunk,
okay? I did have sex with him but only once." She took a deep
breath then continued, "I meant I shouldn't have told you because
if Jillian finds out, she's going to kill me. You cannot tell
anyone."

"Okay, no problem. Are you sure you’re going to
be okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to get back in there and
pretend like I'm so mad that she told you. I'm really going to let
her have it. Why the hell did she tell you? How did it come
up?"

John grinned as he said, "I was telling her
about the puppies, and I guess she must have thought I was talking
about your pregnancy. I mentioned you, and now that I think about
it, I guess she could have reasonably assumed that I was talking
about you."

Victoria broke into a chuckle. "I'm still going
to really give it to her. This will be fun. You go back to that hot
wife of yours."

John opened his car door as he said, "We'll be
praying that it's Jim and not…"

Victoria glared at him as she said, "Do not tell
anyone. Not even the wife."

He nodded, smiled, and then whispered, "Got it.
I'll be praying."

"Thanks," she said. She shook her head with a
grin then rushed inside.

Victoria burst through the door and glared down
at Jillian. She noticed her slightly blue face as she sat there
apparently holding her breath. Victoria asked, "What's wrong with
you?"

Jillian exhaled deeply. "I wasn't sure if you
said—"

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I, uh, I'm so sorry. I thought—"

"Just shut up." Victoria turned, bit her lip to
keep from cracking up, and then put on an angry face as she turned
back. She sat down across for Jillian on the other sofa and glared
at her while simply shaking her head. After ten seconds of that she
said, "Do you know he was thinking about going home first to tell
his wife that we slept together? Luckily he stopped here. She
doesn't even know that we dated. She thinks I'm some kind of
physical therapist. Now she might have been okay with that, but he
was also going to tell her that I was having his baby. That…she
might have had a slight problem with."

"I never meant to—"

"Why did you tell him?"

"I thought he knew. He was asking me if you
shared the good news about the pregnancy. How the fuck was I
supposed to know he was talking about his stupid dog."

"So, you think I'm a dog!"

"What, no, I, uh…"

"Look, you are lucky that I nipped this in the
bud. You could have been responsible for a divorce."

"I'm so sorry."

Victoria stood and walked over
to Jillian, "I don’t want you to mention me or my pregnancy or…in
fact, don't even mention the word
baby
to anyone…or puppy for that
matter. Actually, you are not to discuss the offspring of any
mammal with anyone."

"Okay…okay."

"Just to be clear, if someone tells you his fish
just laid like a million eggs, you don't ask what kind of fish it
is or reply in any way. Just turn and run away. Got it?"

Jillian nodded like a frightened child. "I
understand. Again, I'm so sorry."

"You haven't told Brian have you?"

"No, I swear."

"I believe you. Now, I want you to go. I need to
be alone."

"Sure, I'll…" Jillian said as she got up and
rushed to the door. She looked back. "Is there anything I can do?
Should I talk to John and apol—"

She shut up when Victoria glared at her. "If you
see John or Mary, you run away. Don't speak to them because you
obviously cannot be trusted.

"Okay."

"Tell no one."

"I won't mention it again."

Jillian walked out and closed the door. Victoria
skipped back to bed, slipped under the covers, and burst into
laugher. She felt guilty, but it was the most fun she'd had in
months. Okay, so her life was pretty boring now—mainly because she
wasn't having any sex.

The next Monday, Victoria began the fall
semester at the U. She was incredibly horny and walking on a campus
full of attractive men was not helping her situation at all.
Luckily her classes featured mostly women and had only a few not
terribly attractive guys. The workload was heavy, but she found it
pretty easy to focus with no man in her life.

Brian kept himself busy at work and also spent a
lot of time trying to come up with the perfect gift to give to
Jillian as a wedding present. His job at the bank was thoroughly
boring, and he found himself craving some form of creative outlet.
When he was younger he had excelled in art. He could draw
competently and also had some experience with watercolors. He had
never been great at drawing the human body, but all the times he
spent studying Jillian's perfect body made him long to improve. He
signed up for a night class at the community college without
telling Jillian and told her he was working late on the nights he
had class.

It was an intermediate class in drawing the
human form, and his goal was to complete a drawing of Jillian and
to give it to her on their wedding night. The class met twice a
week and on the first night the students drew a female nude with
charcoal from a large video screen of an image of a live model.

At the second class, Brian sat at his station,
along with the twelve other students, and waited. A young man in a
robe entered the room, approached the chair, slipped the robe off,
and sat on the stool completely nude. He was a shower—that was the
first thing Brian noticed. The three male students, including
Brian, sighed as the nine female students widened their eyes in
anticipation. Brian reluctantly drew the man, focusing on all the
parts except his junk until near the end of the class, when he made
a halfhearted, smaller-than-scale drawing of the man's parts.

On the third night of class, the same nude male
model sat on the same stool, but this time the video camera was on
and focused directly on his penis. The large television screen
displayed it in extreme close-up detail. It appeared to be about
two feet long. The assignment was to draw it in exquisite detail.
Brian once again sighed and had no choice but to give it his
all.

When he returned home late that night, Jillian
still didn’t suspect that anything was out of the ordinary. On
nights he was class, Brian would leave extra early and work through
lunch. That night as he attempted to fall asleep, he found it
difficult to get the image of the giant member out of his mind. He
and Jillian had just had sex and she was sleeping naked. When Brian
woke that next morning he found her resting in a beautiful pose and
stared for a few moments. Then an idea hit him, he ran outside
wearing only boxers, rushed to the car then grabbed his drawing pad
and supplies.

Back in the bedroom, he found Jillian still in
the same position laying on her side sleeping soundly with her hand
lying gently under her beautiful face with her gorgeous breasts in
a perfect position. Brian carefully slid the covers off her a
little more to expose the rounded curve of her hips then sat down
to sketch. He worked quickly and made some progress sketching her
hips, stomach and breasts, but as he started to work on her face,
Jillian began to stir.

He quickly ran out of the room with his pad and
charcoal then made his way to the bathroom to shower. Then he
headed off to work. It was a close call and he wasn't happy with
his rushed nervously prepared sketch anyway. He needed a better
plan.

Victoria attended classes that morning and took
an exam. When she returned home, she worked on a paper for a few
hours and then proceeded to do something far more important. She
searched the Internet for a plausible way to request a blood sample
from Rob and Jim. She located a nationwide firm that she could
contact to obtain the samples for her. That was the easy part. Then
she pondered her story—that was the hard part.