By Jeanette Cheezum
The mist saturated her thick eyelashes, and droplets slid off the tip of her nose. She shuddered in the cold winter night. Only one more block and John would make her warm with spirits and affection. How long had it been? Two maybe three weeks now…their jobs were interfering with their love life.
It didn’t look like there were any lights on in the house, only the flickering of candles strung throughout. She rang the bell twice. What was taking so long? Suddenly he opened the door. The aroma of pork, sweet potatoes and maybe bread filled the house.
“Come in, let’s get you out of those wet clothes,” he said.
“My car broke down three blocks away, and I left my phone at the office.”
“You’re here now,” he removed her coat and held her close. “I hope you’re getting warm; I sure am. God, I’ve missed you. Come over by the fireplace and let me slip those boots off and rub your feet.”
“Something in the kitchen smells divine.”
“It’s a surprise, and you have to wait another half hour.” He reached behind her, then handed her a pre made Vodka Collins.
“Good to be here with you,” Eve sipped her drink and began to relax. While he threw two pillows from the couch to the floor and beckoned her to make herself comfortable. He slid her hose off and placed them next to the fire, then massaged her feet until they felt warm.
“You sure do know how to treat a woman.”
He moved closer to unbutton her blouse. She allowed him to explore. His fingers traveled in light circular movements, slowly as not to miss a spot on her thirty-five year old body. By the time he’d reached her waist she was aroused. The empty glass toppled without either of them noticing. She loved this moment of temptation and the sweet seduction he offered. Everything between them had always been perfect.
She tugged at his belt and kissed him until she could hear his breathing over hers. Both bodies were in rhythm long slow strokes until they quaked in pleasure.
“Are you warm now?” He tugged at her arm, pulling her to the couch just as the timer in the kitchen dinged. “The next pleasure awaits us.” He fled to the kitchen dragging his jeans with him.
She smiled at the thought of them being together all weekend.
“Don’t hurry I’ll let you know when everything is ready.”
How did she get so lucky? If she hadn’t gone to the conference in LA that weekend she wouldn’t have met him. He followed her to San Diego a few weeks later and rented this house so they could be together. He preferred to have a special place where they could escape and feel no pressure to work at home. Just concentrate on each other were his words. Yet he hadn’t asked her to marry him.
“Okay, my precious, dinner is ready.” He stood over her watching the light from the fire highlight her hair. “Move fast before I make us late for dinner.” He laughed and held his hands out to her.
Eve threw some of his clothes on.
“I’d forgotten what a good cook you are,” she hadn’t realized how hungry she was.
The voice of Bochelli mirrored the mood of the night; romantic and beautiful.
“After we clean the kitchen, I’d like to soak in a hot tub. Do you mind?”
“Sure, I’ll find us a movie and we can flake out by the fire”
Eve had everything set up except her new bottle of shampoo. “John, where’s my shampoo?” She yelled from the hall.
“Oh, the bottle was empty and I forgot to get you another one.”
No it wasn’t, she’d set it in the cabinet the last time she was there. After soaking and drying off she couldn’t find the house coat and slippers she kept there. “John, what’s going on? I can’t find any of my things.”
“I have no idea. Didn’t you take them the last time we were here?”
“No,” she stiffened. “I don’t understand.”
Before he could answer, “Yes, John, tell us what’s going on. I’d also be interested.” A voice from the other end of the hall made them turn. A woman held something dark close to her side.
“Uh, Catherine, when did you get here?”
“Doesn’t matter, I’ve taped you for months.” She held up the tape. I’ll take alimony and child support to my liking or the video will be shown in court.” She brushed past them dangling an extra key she’d made from his.