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I actually have class in an hour, so it works
out fine. I’ll meet you back home when we’re both done.”
    Wait, what? “You’re going to class?”
    Nodding, she stepped away, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah. It’s
the last one, actually. I shouldn’t miss it. We’ll probably be back at around
the same time.”
    Eric couldn’t wrap his head around what she was saying. Would
she have gone even if I hadn’t gotten called to work? He’d thought they
were having such a perfect day together. He’d hoped she’d be waiting for him
when he got home from this stupid work bullshit. Instead she was heading off to
her mysterious “class”. Hell, she seemed relieved that she wouldn’t have to
skip it. What the fuck does that mean?
    Jessica leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. “I better
go take a quick shower and get dressed.”
    “Right.” Sure, because everyone showers before going to
exercise.
    Jessica must have sensed his thoughts because she threw him
a smile. “Someone made me kinda sticky on the washing machine.”
    Eric tried to return the smile but he doubted it worked. He
was too aggravated. “Yeah, I better put on some real clothes myself.”
    Following her up the stairs, he couldn’t shake the fact that
she still seemed to be keeping something from him. “What time do you think
you’ll be home?”
    She paused before answering, distracting him a second when
she pulled her dress off over her head. He’d never been able to concentrate on
anything when she was naked and now was no exception. “Probably four-ish. The
boys have Scouts so they don’t need to be picked up until dinnertime.”
    “I know.” That was part of why he’d picked today as their
day of decadence. Extra kid-free hours. Not that that was working out now.
    “See you later.” She gave him one last kiss, her bare
breasts grazing his arm before she turned and sauntered into the bathroom.
Watching her go, the lovely curves of her ass swaying like a metronome, he felt
torn and miserable. He wanted to join her in the shower or pull her back to the
bed. Instead he put on pants and buttoned up a shirt. As much as he didn’t want
to deal with work today, he was almost glad he had someone to yell at. He felt
like cracking skulls.
    * * * * *
    Pulling into the parking lot at work, he cursed the
supplier. How hard is it to get an order right? Two delivery guys leaned
against the back door, smoking. Glad they got to have a relaxing break while
I drove here. Assholes.
    “You Carlson?” the shorter, stockier one asked, taking
another drag on his cigarette.
    “Yeah. What’s the problem here? I spoke with Davis in your
shipping department two days ago and he assured me everything was taken care
of.”
    “Not what it says on our forms.” Skinny guy waved a piece of
paper in the air then attached it to a clipboard and handed it over.
    Eric scanned the page. “This isn’t the most current order.”
    “Sorry, dude. That’s what they gave us this morning. We just
loaded what was on the sheet.”
    “Well, I’m not signing for this. I’ll call Sam. We need to
get this straightened out today.”
    Eric strode into the building wishing he could slam the door
behind him. Running his own business was a lifelong dream but things like this,
with their perfectly bad timing, drove him nuts. Dropping the clipboard onto
his desk, he reached for the phone.
    Sam was predictably apologetic and swore he’d have the
replacement order there within an hour. Eric took a deep breath, debating what
to do while he waited, then he heard an odd noise coming from Bill’s office. A
motor of some sort. A vacuum? Hair dryer?
    As he neared Bill’s office the sound stopped. Rounding the
corner, he saw Bill wrapping up the coil of an air mattress that lay on the
floor next to his desk, fully inflated.
    “What the fuck?”
    Bill jumped. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me. Did you
talk to the geniuses outside?”
    “Yeah, Sam said he’ll take care of it today.