undoing.
Never opening my eyes, I
run my hand down my face, reaching my breasts, and begin rolling my
nipples in between my fingers and rubbing them with my palm, slowly
sliding down my side and gliding over my hips. I pause for a second
but the yearning is too strong and I need something to free this
desire I feel for him. With one discreet touch, my hand is easing its
way to my vagina and I rub back and forth, feeling the wetness
inside. In goes one finger, back and forth, my hips moving in rhythm.
My hand won't stop, my breathing is heavy and the release is coming.
I have come undone with just the thought of him touching me. I
still. I am relaxed and I know that it was a sordid thing to do
but I also know that it won't be the last time he will make me feel
that way. I haven't had my fill of Dr. Turner yet and I will have to
figure this out before I lose my mind. Is it just sex? Or is it
something more? The craving I feel for this man is more than anything
I have ever felt. I need his hands on me, his smell intoxicating my
mind and his words capturing my soul.
On the drive to work I
try to think about what to say and how to start talking to him about
what we are going to do about the situation we are in. I am repeating
the words over and over, but have yet to come to any words that
wouldn't sound like a crazy assistant wanting her boss to leave his
wife. Parking my car, I lay my head against the steering wheel and
close my eyes. A knock on the window nearly sends my heart through
the windshield. "Sierra! What are you doing? You just about gave
me a heart attack?" I snap.
"Are you okay,
Laney? You look tired," Sierra points out.
"I am fine. I just
need a long nap; my body is not use to these long days."
We walk to our offices
and I agree to go to lunch with her. I notice Chance's office door
cracked open so once I set my things on my desk, I walk over and peek
in. Chance is sitting in his chair, leaned back with his arm behind
his head as if in deep thought. His eyes reach mine and a wicked grin
crosses his face. Relaxed, he pats his leg, inviting me to come sit
on his lap. My eyes are delighted by the way he is looking into them
as I walk over and sit. Sometimes his looks feel like he is looking
at someone else, someone pretty and thin, not someone fat and ugly
like me. I lean back against his chest and snuggle his neck. His
smell is mind-altering in ways that make me forget the outside world
or anything other than him. Chance pulls back and looks in my eyes,
and for a moment, it is silent. Everything is right; we are two
people just needing comfort from someone who wants us as much as we
want them. Breaking the silence, he utters the words I have been
waiting for. "Be with me, Laney."
He continues. "I
know we have not known each other for long, but I am even more sure
about what I feel for you than any other thing in my life. The way
your eyes show every emotion you are feeling, your touch. Your
thoughts about life; they are everything I want in mine." I
stare without a word. My heart and head are all over the place and I
don't know what to do. My thoughts are for Callie and Kaleb and how
this would change their lives, or the way they see me.
"I need time,"
I finally speak back. "I have kids, so things aren't that easy
for me. I need to know that it is right. I can screw up my own life,
but I could never live with myself for screwing up theirs."
Chance wraps his arms
tighter around me and takes a deep breath. "I know it is a
difficult situation for you and I will give you all the time you need
to decide what you want to do," he explains. He proceeds to tell
me about his condo on the beach that he just purchased. Just as he is
reaching behind my butt, he slides his hand into his pocket and pulls
out a key on a heart-shaped key ring with the words Tiffany and Co.
on it, and places it in my hand. My very first piece of Tiffany
anything.
"Let's do this. Get
to know me away from here
W. Michael Gear, Kathleen O’Neal Gear