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Too bad for him, I’m not.
* * *
“One minute, we were arguing, and the next—”
“He had you spread eagle on the marble vanity.”
Melissa is on the other line as I take a few minutes to give her an update on my life while Molly is inside on her iPad, playing Roblox with her friend.
“Melissa, it was hands down the greatest sexual experience of my life, and we didn’t even have sex.”
“Will you?” she prods, needing to know what will happen next. “Will you do the deed?”
“I don’t know. I’m open to it, but Rob got all weird on me this morning. I made him waffles.”
“You cooked?”
“Yeah. You would have thought I was professing my undying love. He’s so different from other men. He’s assertive, yet there’s this vulnerability to him. When I first met him, he had this wall up, and slowly, I’ve been chipping away at it to uncover this very sweet man behind it. He’s also frightened as shit to start something serious.”
Melissa hums, and then there’s a silence.
“What?” I ask, stone-cold and serious.
She gives a reluctant sigh. “It sounds like you’re over-fantasizing him.”
“Trust me when I say, Rob is the last person I would have chosen to have a fling with. Yes, he has this soft side to him, and the fooling around is top-notch, but I know where he and I stand.”
“Do you?”
“He doesn’t want anything serious. He’s still reeling from his failed marriage. I don’t need that kind of baggage. The man I want has to believe in love and happily ever after. Case closed.”
“If you don’t think this relationship will go anywhere, then why are you even considering going to bed with him?”
“Have you seen the way the man looks? I can’t keep my eyes off of him. All brawny and tanned skin with the muscley definition of a god. Excuse me, waitress, I’ll have some of that!”
Melissa laughs lightly. “You know, Tara, this doesn’t sound like it’s going to end well.”
“I called you so we could overanalyze my amazing experience with Rob and why he shut down over waffles. I’m supposed to pretend like I’m not going to fool around with him again, and you’re supposed to convince me it’s a good idea, so my conscience remains clear when this ends badly.”
She lets out a groan, and I can picture her swiveling in her desk chair at her office. “Fine. Go. Be naughty and wreck this man’s days. You only live once. I’m such a bad influence. You should have called Jillian.”
“I probably should have. She’s way more levelheaded than us.”
“Just be careful,” she adds.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t get my heart broken.”
“I wasn’t talking about yours.”
I laugh as we hang up, and I try to imagine a world where I could break Rob’s heart. As if.
* * *
I spend the day with Molly. The fishponds make each of us gag as we empty and clean them. The smell that pours out of the basins is nothing short of rancid.
I take the longest, hottest shower before Rob gets home. I put on light makeup and spray myself with a vanilla scent. The sundress that always has Rob staring at my thighs is a perfect outfit for dinner.
He’s not home for five minutes when I catch him gawking at the hemline, his gaze even lingering a beat at the sweetheart neckline that’s demure yet sexy as hell. It also doesn’t help that when he and I are the only two in the kitchen, I decide I need a cup that’s on a high shelf in the kitchen cabinet. The cotton of my dress glides up my legs, inching toward my satin panties. Yes, today I went sans booty shorts.
