Page 51 of The Wife Deception
A:
Aren't you supposed to be working?
Me:
I tried. But all I could think of was you. I should have fucked you in that big bed before I left.
A:
Too bad you didn't.
My breath caught in my throat. Ever since the nightclub incident, Aelin and I have been playing a coy game of seduction. We had not slept with each other since, but we knew the tension was there and unspoken. Until now.
Me:
I'm going to need something to get me through this meeting.
Me:
Show me what you're wearing.
She took some time to respond, and I thought I had overshot my shot, but then a few minutes later, a message popped up.
A:
I'm at a fashion show.
Me:
Go to the restroom.
She took a little longer this time. With each passing minute, my anticipation peaked. Then she sent another message. An image. I took myphone off the table and opened the image. She was in a restroom alright, and she had taken an image of herself. But it was not racy. Quite the opposite. She was standing in front of a bathroom mirror wearing a black and white jumpsuit that I immediately recognized as made by one of our top designers, and sticking her tongue out while flashing a peace sign. I almost chuckled before catching myself.
Me:
Troll
A:
What? You asked what I was wearing. I showed you.
Me:
You'll pay for that.
A:
Put up or shut up.
Was that a challenge? I became aware of my surroundings again. The presenter was still flipping through the PowerPoint and if it's the same I saw a week ago; he had ways to go before he was done. I got up, drawing attention to everyone around me. "Uh," I waved my phone. "I got an emergency. You can finish the rest without me."The redundant meeting could wait, I had better things to do.
Aelin was at her third fashion show when I saw her again. She was sitting front row between a pop star and Bianca. She was pointing to a model walking by and saying something to her new found friend when her eyes met mine. A thrill ran down my spine. She was more beautiful in real life and looked like the glamorous socialite that she was. Even though she was in her habitat, something that should be cold water on my need for her, she seemed off kilter. As though there was something about her out of place.
I stalked towards her, like a hunter to a prey and as I approached her, everyone got up and began clapping. I turned my gaze to the runway to see the designer closing the show.
Her eyes flashed when stood in front of her. "Hi," she said over the applause. Her voice sounded breathy and full of need. Good. She could pretend to be unaffected all she wanted, but she was just as addicted to me as I was to her.
I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the room. She mumbled something to Bianca, but I didn't hear it. Nothing could not pierce the veil of need I was wrapped up in. I entered the first door of the restroom I could find. The white and black marble bathroom with a couple of stalls was clean and unoccupied. I locked the main door and did what I had been fantasizing all day. I plastered against thecounter, barely taking off our clothes and fucked her senselessly.
