She attached the photos she had sent Lizzie and checked her emails where she found Jake had sent her numerous shots from the day.
A child? Did she want children? Did she want them with Jim? Did he want more children? He only had children with number one so maybe he was happy with that. She suddenly felt very confused. She had always imagined having children one day, but at almost forty did James want to do it all again? They really didn’t know each other at all beyond sexual gratification and family members. He had also just ended this conversation, so she needed to wait and think about this huge decision because if he didn’t want more children would she, could she comply with that? She shuddered and decided she couldn’t think about it all now.
Skimming through the photos Jake had sent, Tasha decided to send one to Jim every hour or so until bed time, and then it would be time for their date when she woke.
She emailed her dates to Amanda then emailed a picture in the black underwear to Jim. An hour later she sent another photo in the blue underwear, but there was still no response. She put a frozen lasagne in the oven and looked through her phone and selected a photo in the gold outfit with the sandals he’d bought for her. She pressed send and was about to pour a glass of wine, but thinking Jim might disapprove she opted for a glass of water she spilled when she jumped at the ping of her phone as a message arrived.
She frowned and decided she could play it cool too. She ate her dinner which was bland and hard to swallow. In the space of a week Tasha had become accustomed to Sandra’s home cooking and missed it. She considered her next move and decided the bridal ones were her trump card so she would hang onto those until later. Selecting the one in the white satin set with her thumbs under the waist band, a very sultry look on her face and her hair cascading down and framing her breasts she picked up her phone and sent a text.
An immediate response.
She giggled as she sent another text.
She pressed send, first on her phone then the email and waited.
She giggled, pulled out a tub of ice cream from the freezer and turned the TV on. She text Dan and Pippa, relieved to find things at least seemed calm at home. She phoned her grandparents who asked her if she was sure about the ‘Yank’ she had told them about over Sunday lunch with Pippa and Dan. After telling them she was, her grandmother had insisted they should meet Jim when he came over. She felt certain they would like him because, well, what wasn’t to like? He was caring, kind, loved her and wanted to take care of her and her siblings. The fact he already despised her dad and what he stood for would also make him more appealing to them. The only thing they had frowned upon was his age. Her grandmother had gone so far as to suggest she was looking for a father figure. She had insisted Jim was far from that, but the more she thought about it she wondered if that is why Mr Control Freak appealed to her so much, because he was the in charge, powerful and protectiveDaddyshe’d never had. The unwelcome comparison between her father and Jim made her uncomfortable so she pushed it from her mind because she also found Mr Control Freak a serious turn on and it was all becoming a little too Electra complex.
To distract herself from needing a father figure, Tasha went into her bedroom and cleared some of the clutter in preparation for her date the following morning. She stripped the sheets off the bed and put on a clean, red sheet and red floral duvet cover with matching pillowcases. She quickly polished and swept the wooden floor then threw the rubbish out. Pulling the new black, satin robe she’d bought out of the bag she removed the labels, but what should she wear with it? Was there a standard outfit for a cybersex date? Should she ask Jim? Had he done this before? That thought alone had her questioning their whole arrangement and relationship.
It was now almost midnight, so four in the afternoon for him. Picking her phone up she wandered back into the lounge where the e-mail containing the first of the bridal shots was waiting. She composed a text.
