“Oh, Jeremy, would never go for that. Not that you wouldn’t be a tempting
morsel, but he wouldn’t share me with Tad.”
“Sexy idea, but Tad would be the same. I guess we just need to settle for dinner.” Vicky sighed.
“Why don’t we make it a weekend? Let’s surprise the guys and whisk them
away to San Diego. They can golf and talk business, and we can get massages
and fantasize about cabana boys,” I suggested.
“Tad has been talking about a relaxing weekend. Great suggestion.” Vicky pulled out her phone and punched buttons. “Done. Two villas booked. We can square up later. We leave tonight and don’t return until Sunday night. Maybe we
can skip the fantasizing and find cabana boys to keep us occupied.”
“You’re so bad,” I said.
“But that is why you love me.” Vicky laughed.
Caitlyn: Exciting news
Jeremy: Great. What?
Caitlyn: Tad and Vicky booked a getaway for the four of us this
weekend. Golf, Villas, and you have Tad’s ear all weekend.
I smiled as I imagined the panic on his face. He had plans with Ginger. He would be stuck with his wife for a weekend when he could have been with his
mistress. Poor Jeremy.
Caitlyn: Not good?
Jeremy: Sorry, phone rang. That’s great, babe. I can’t wait. When do we
leave?
Caitlyn: 6 - Tad’s limo will drive us. I’ll pack for you.
Jeremy: I’ll come home early. See you then, babe
“Jeremy is so excited for the vacation.” I smiled at myself in the mirror. My
smile was not from happiness or joy. It was the cold calculating smile of a predator, luring its victim into a trap. Poor Ginger. What story did Jeremy make up to let her down?
When Jeremy arrived home, he seemed flustered. I had packed our bags and
been editing for several hours. Tucking away the papers under the couch, I went
to him.
“You’re home early, love.” I kissed him. “Is everything ok?”
“This is just a bad weekend for a getaway. I had business to deal with,”
Jeremy said sharply.
“Oh, I am so sorry.” I picked up my cell phone. “I’ll cancel right now. I know work has been tremendously stressful, so I thought time with Tad would be a good thing.” I pretended to text.
“No. Wait.” He stopped me. “The other stuff can hold. You’re right. You’re
always right.”
Scooping me up into his arms, he carried me to our bedroom.
“We don’t have time for this, silly,” I said coyly.
“I always have time to make love to my beautiful wife. You know seeing you
in that dress gets me hot,” Jeremy growled. He set me down beside the bed and
unzipped my dress. As it fell to the ground, he looked me up and down. “I don’t
think there’s a more beautiful woman in the world than you.”
Not even Ginger, I thought angrily.
