21
BECCA
“Don’t overthink it, just send him a text, it’s fine,” I say to myself, hyping myself up to send my husband a message. Think of it like a business meeting to discuss some details.
With that thought in mind, I feel more confident as I put on my work mask. I type out the text.
Sam - I would like to discuss a few items regarding the conversation I overheard at your parents’ party. Do you have availability this evening at 5:15 to meet at Cook’s Park?
There, I can do this—a perfect professional meeting request email.Did I actually just do that?
Before I can think it through, Sam responds.
Sam
Of course, I will be there, always.
Great. I type up a few words, add an attachment, and send the meeting invite.Ping.
Sam
Did you just send me a meeting invite… with an agenda?
Maybe.
Yes, I want you to prepare for the topics I want to discuss. Feel free to add to it if it isn’t sufficient.
Sam
You are one incredible woman :) I’ll review the agenda items and come prepared.
I sit at the bench in the park. I chose this location strategically because:
1) I can walk here from work, saving on gas. Not that I have been purchasing it, but the environment and all, priorities.
2) The bench doesn’t force us to look at each other. I can sit here, enjoying the view of the winding, slow river and the weeping willow branches gently grazing the water’s surface.
3) If my anxiety gets the best of me, I can simply get up and walk away. Rather than get distracted by his attractive face.
Sam approaches moments later with the biggest smile on his face. I stand up, straightening a non-existent wrinkle in my business attire.
“Sam,” I say, reaching out my hand to shake his.
Am I really shaking my husband’s hand right now, the man who walked me through an orgasm a few nights ago?
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice,” I get out, forcing a calmness I don’t feel.
Sam hides a smirk as he grabs my hand. He squeezes it gently, slowly brushing his thumb up and down my skin. Isuppress the shiver I feel at his touch. I don’t pull my hand away as fast as I should.
“No problem at all, baby. I reviewed the agenda items, and I’m prepared,” Sam states, attempting to sound professional. “So, the first order of business, the house you sold?”
I stop, confused, “How did you know it sold?”
He raises an eyebrow. “The second I saw your name on the real estate sign, I saved the listing, made sure I got notification updates.”
Why does a technology setting sound so sweet?
“Uh, yes, then as you know, it’s pending. If the deal goes through as planned, the sale is 1.4 million.”
