If you had a chance to read my first post and you liked what you read, here is a longer excerpt! If you weren’t so lucky ;), you can easily jump into this section of BECAUSE OF YOU, a story of a second chance at love between husband and wife. I encourage you to go back a few posts and learn about my inspiration for the story as well. Enjoy!
Jill showered and dressed for work. She felt troubled. Lately, she and Adam seemed to argue more often. They’d become just like her parents, who never shied away from a good fight. The thought soured her stomach. Most of the arguments centered on his erratic work schedule and her writing obligations.
Arguments concerning his job were nothing new. Her writing was. She felt angry and disappointed that Adam didn’t support her writing career as much as she’d like. It was almost as if he didn’t take it seriously. She wondered if he resented it. Perhaps he thought she was putting her career first? Was Adam still angry with her for forgetting to make dinner that one night?
She loved Adam””of course she did””and yet, they’d become like planets whose orbits crossed one another, but never collided. Perhaps she should take matters into her own hands and attempt to bring back the passion they once shared. It seemed a crying shame that the characters in her book had more sex than she did.
Jill decided to do something positive about that. She would seduce Adam and make him want what he used to hunger for. Tonight was as good a night as ever. The thought alone made her wet with desire.
***
Adam got back to his office by three o’clock. His assistant, Mary, stopped him and pointed upstairs. “He said to send you up the minute you got back.”
Again Adam’s heart lurched sideways. It wasn’t as if his potential firing hadn’t been the elephant camping out in his head the entire day, but at least he was on the outside still breathing the air of an employed man. Well, his reprieve was over. Time to face the music, he thought as he slowly headed toward the elevator.
Roy Jackson was standing at the window looking out at the city when Adam walked into his office. “You know, Adam, I never tire of looking out this window. It’s such a great view. I never thought I’d like living in Manhattan. I’m from Idaho, originally.”
“I didn’t know that.”
Jackson turned and walked back to his desk. “Sit down. We have a great deal to discuss.”
***
On her way home from work, Jill turned around on Northern Blvd. and backtracked to the entrance to Northern Parkway. She drove eastbound toward the Roosevelt Field mall. The plan of seduction was gelling in her mind and that brought a smile to her full, pouty lips.
She parked her car in the lot near Macy’s. Though the lot was packed, luckily for her someone had pulled out right in front of her as she turned into a lane. Now on a mission, she hurried into the mall, checked the directory, and headed for Victoria’s Secret. The store was busy so no one paid her any mind, exactly what she’d wanted. Shopping here wasn’t in her normal purview. She made her way to the lingerie area. Looking through stuff that made her blush, she found a sexy black teddy that would show off her ample bosom and high, firm buns””two assets Adam got off on. This teddy would drive him crazy.
Making her way out of the mall, she got back into her car and drove to an adult shop nearby. She swallowed her embarrassment by reminding herself this was for an important cause and entered. A young woman with piercings through her eyebrow, nose, and lips approached her. Her short, shaggy blonde hair had blue stripes running through it. When she asked if she could help Jill find something, Jill noticed the tattoo on her forearm that read: Love Toy.
Jill lied. “I need a gag gift for a friend’s shower.” She was certain by the expression on the other woman’s face that she didn’t believe her.
“Do you have something specific in mind?”
“Handcuffs””but not real metal ones.”
Blondie gestured with two fingers over her shoulder. “Follow me. I think I have the perfect set.”
Jill found herself standing in front of a wall that held rows and rows of packaged handcuffs that looked pretty authentic. The girl directed her attention to the last three rows on the right. There Jill saw handcuffs made of all types of material from tiger fur to plastic. The last thing in the world she wanted to happen was to have to call 911 to open a set of handcuffs because the key had gone missing. With that scenario foremost in her mind, she chose a pair of black sporty cuffs made of soft neoprene and held in place with Velcro. They had never tried bondage before, but the thought of Adam handcuffing her to the bed was definitely appealing.
When the salesgirl asked, “Anything else?” Jill swallowed hard and said, “I’d also like a vibrator.” She knew Adam used to get off on watching her pleasure herself. The other woman smiled knowingly and brought Jill back to the largest selection of vibrators Jill thought possible. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. When the salesgirl saw the expression on Jill’s face, she explained how several popular ones worked.
Fifteen minutes later, Jill thanked the girl for all her help and paid for the vibrator and handcuffs. Definitely glad her purchases were in a plain nondescript bag, Jill headed for home.
Rush-hour traffic was building, and it was taking longer than she’d expected. She wouldn’t have time to make dinner. To solve this problem, she stopped at a supermarket and bought a rotisserie chicken, some ready-made potato salad, coleslaw, and a strawberry shortcake for dessert.
By the time she got home, she was giddy with excitement just thinking about her plans for the evening. She looked at the clock on the microwave. Adam would be home in an hour or so.
She took her purchases upstairs, hiding her vibrator and handcuffs in her night stand and the teddy on the back of the bathroom door. Boy, was Adam going to be in for it tonight. She rubbed her palms together in delight.
***
When Jackson told Adam to sit down after telling him they had a great deal to discuss, Adam felt like a kid back in school sitting in front of the principal. What was the worst that could happen? Getting fired. No the worst thing was imagining his boss, Charles Aloe, doing backflips in delight.
“It didn’t take me much digging to come up with the truth,” Jackson said. “I know who was responsible for the cost overruns, who instructed production to shut down. In fact, I know the entire story, Adam.”
Here it comes. Adam felt his throat close as his stomach went into freefall. The tuna sandwich he’d eaten for lunch threatened to resurface.
“I’m sorry you weren’t here to see security escort Charles Aloe off the premises. It was quite a spectacle. The lying sack of shit actually tried to pin it on you, but we had him six ways from Sunday.”
Adam realized these were not the words he’d been expecting. It took him a moment to internalize them. “I’m glad you know it wasn’t me,” he replied, relief washing over him.
“Me, too. “Cause now you have to fly to Buffalo and smooth some very ruffled feathers at Hudson Food. Convince them everything is back on track. The corporate jet will be waiting for you at La Guardia. You’re booked into the Hyatt Regency.”
Adam nearly groaned aloud. That was the last thing he’d desired to do tonight. “Does Fried expect me?”
“Most definitely. You have a dinner date with him at 8 PM at E. B. Green’s in the hotel.”
Adam got up to leave and got as far as the door when Jackson stopped him. “And Adam”¦”
Adam turned around.
“Make the man happy.”
Adam took the agency’s car service to the airport. He always kept a packed overnight bag at his office for emergencies, so he didn’t need to go home to pack. He called Jill on the way.
“Hey, babe,” he began.
“Hopefully you’re on your way home. I have a surprise for you.”
“I do, too, but I have a feeling yours would have been better,” he replied.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m on my way to the airport”””
“Damn it, Adam. Why?”
“It’s a long story, but the short version is that my boss was canned and I have to save an account.”
“The director of client services?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you the only capable guy in that agency?”
“Right now, yeah. I’m sorry. I’d rather be home with you.”
“Yeah, sure,” Jill said not disguising her disappointment. There went their special night.
“I’m really sorry,” Adam said again, but Jill had already hung up. If she only knew the half of what I’ve gone through today, maybe she’d be less judgmental, Adam thought irritably. Then he caught himself. Well, how would she know when you won’t tell her, you coward?
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