“Hi, Angela.” When we pulled apart from our hug, I leaned in and hugged the other woman, Samantha. “Hello, Samantha.”
“How have you been, Elise? You look fantastic, by the way,” Samantha complimented.
“Thank you. I put a lot of time and energy into working out and trying to take care of myself,” I said.
“We didn’t see you a few weeks back at the annual picnic,” Samantha added.
“I know,” I said as my hands nervously gravitated to one another. “I just, wasn’t feeling up to it. In fact,” I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before I continued. “In fact, I’m not so sure I’m up to the dinner either. I thought I was, and it all hit me when I was shown to this table.”
“Oh, honey, we know this is difficult,” Angela consoled as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.”
“We can’t imagine what this is like for you,” Samantha said quietly.
As the two women were trying to calm my nerves down and joke lightly with me, Andrew appeared and held out the glass of ginger ale with a cocktail napkin.
“Here you are, Elise. One ginger ale.”
Andrew handed me the glass with the cocktail napkin wrapped around the base. The corners of the napkin came up nearly half-way on the glass to prevent my fingertips from getting too cold. I adored this sexy barista, always thinking of me.
Andrew’s timing was perfect and helped chase my sorrow away. It was a good thing that Angela and Samantha’s husbands were back at the other table. Otherwise, they would have watched as their wives groped and fucked my plaything with their eyes.That’s right, ladies, he’s my plaything.
“Elise, aren’t you going to introduce us to your…friend here?” Samantha asked.
“Your handsome friend, that is,” Angela smiled.
Both women’s cheeks were bright red. I hooked my arm with his and let my hand rest on his forearm.
“This is Andrew. Andrew, this is Angela and Samantha. Their husbands are at the same fire station that Jacob was at,” I explained.
Andrew’s handsome smile appeared, and he nodded his head at Angela and Samantha. Out of the six other surviving spouses at my table, I was the only one who had brought someone. All of the women were pleasant, and most of them undressed Andrew with their eyes. By dessert, Andrew had the ladies at the table in stitches, laughing and enjoying themselves. I was so proud to have him here. Not only had he made my night, but that of these other women who had shared the same type of pain that I had.
“I’ll be right back, Andrew. I just need to use the restroom really quickly,” I leaned closer to Andrew and said quietly.
Andrew leaned closer, and our eyes connected in a deep gaze. God, his blue eyes just ate up my heart at times. I inhaled his fresh, clean, masculine scent as I stared deep into his eyes. I could have kissed him right then and there.
“Don’t be too long…Mistress,” he whispered and winked.
I walked to the bathroom on cloud nine. I absolutely adored my plaything. I closed and locked the stall door and pulled my phone out of my clutch. I quickly typed a text to Liz and told her that now I was so glad that I came to the dinner. As I was typing to Liz about how Andrew was captivating the attention of all the women at our table, two women burst into the bathroom laughing.
I partially paid attention as I finished my text, and then I realized that it was Samantha and Angela. I could hear purses or cosmetic bags being unzipped, and the unmistakable sound of lipsticks and compacts beings opened.
“Oh my God, what a fucking tramp she turned out to be,” Samantha said.
Who was she talking about? Was it me?
“Did you see the way she was poured into that dress?”
They’re not talking about me. My figure is fabulous. I work my ass off for my body and am damn proud of it.
“No, I was too busy looking at the man candy she brought.”
Is it me they’re talking about?
“I wonder how much he was for the evening,” Angela mused.
Andrew?
“Male escorts can be found all over Los Angeles,” Samantha said.
