Page 26 of Opening It Up
The third Croquembouche.
And finally Crêpes Suzette.
“Oh my god!” Makayla shrieked in my ear. “He’s set up an entire French dessert paradise for her!”
I clutched the windowsill in shock, but it was true.
There could only be oneherthis referred to, because there was only one person I’d ever seen Leopold look sweet for.
My wife.
The limousine pulled up to the building and Leopold helped my wife out of it.
And what had they been doing in that limo?I thought jealously.
I was really struggling with the images ofLeopold Beauchampwith my wife that I absolutely could not get out of my head.
What the fuck wasI need a pillow to sit onsupposed to mean?
Lily-Mae looked absolutely delighted, jumping up and down with excitement, her beautiful face lit up with pleasure and the dimples popping out in both cheeks.
Maybe she’d turn around and see me with Makayla and get jealous?
But no, she never glanced in my direction, so I was forced to sit there and watch as she sampled every single delicacy.
“I wish that was me!” Makayla moaned, pressing her entire body against the glass window.
“You look like a chimp at the zoo,” I couldn’t help saying, but she only glared at me.
“Oh, shut up. You’re just as jealous as I am.”
“I’mnotjealous,” I said, but my stomach had sunk to the level of my balls. I wanted to throw up.
“So. . . you and Leopold,” I burst out on the way home.
My wife said nothing for a moment, only licked a bit of cream off a cream puff.
Eyeing her sideways, I couldn’t help noticing how happy and peaceful she looked, and how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, with the boxes of leftovers resting on her curvy hip, and the few sexy inches of soft skin I could see as her T-shirt rode up just the tiniest bit.
“And?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I said nothing.
“You have a problem with him?”
“No, of course not, but. . .”
“But what?”
“Well, isn’t he a littleoldfor you?”
“Are you worried he won’t have enough stamina to keep up with me? You don’t need to worry about that,” she said, smiling sweetly. “He’s more than capable of satisfying me sexually.”
“I’m not worried about that!” I said hastily, feeling bile rise in my throat.
But what doessatisfy you sexuallymean? my brain screamed.
“Super sweet of him to send a bunch of extra desserts for the boys,” she added.
