Call me Duchess

Damn it Bloomy or Thank you Bloomy

We both scramble to clean ourselves up, Denise quickly getting off the desk and putting on her clothes, while I wipe my mouth and try to get my hair back up. "Fuck!" she whispers to me with a laugh. My heart still pounding and my body trembling. I know I've fucked up; this can't happen again. I don't look at her as I continue fixing myself up. I open up the blinds a little, but slowly. I leave the lights off and open up my laptop. "Sit!" I whisper to her. And she does as she finishes dressing. I always keep a bottle of Febreze in my office for smelly kids or whatever. I spray it a few times before opening up a power point slide show about the school curriculum and policies. I give Denise a nod before straightening out my shirt and walking over to my door. I twist the nod and the lock pops open. Bloomy stands on the other side.

"Hey sorry to interrupt your meeting, but—" I interrupt her "what is it?" she looks a bit nervous then speaks quickly "your husband is here. I emailed you to figure out how long you'd be, but I never heard back. Sorry" fuck is he doing here? "Thank you, as you can see—" I open the door letting her see inside. "I'm going over the curriculum with this one." I respond and whisper "she's one of those parents" then give bloomy a wink. She nods understanding exactly what I mean. "I'll tell him it'll be a while" she gives me an awkward wink back before going back to her desk. I shut the door slowly and place my head on the door. Denise wraps her arms around my waist.

"Are you okay?" she asks. Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel at the moment. I place my hands on top of hers and take a deep breath before removing her hands from me. She doesn't say anything. There's a brief moment of silence before I hear her grab her purse then head back over toward the door. I grab the handle, holding it so she can't leave. She places her hand on my cheek and leans in to kiss me. Her lips are so soft, and thick. I kiss her back deeply my tongue lapping at hers, and she gets to taste herself on my lips. She welcomes every advance I make with her, and I feel myself melt into her. Focus damn it! I pull her away.

"Time to go." I say plainly. She takes a moment, looking into my eyes, searching for what I'm thinking. I open the door forcing her to look away. She leaves without a word. Bloomy looks up from her computer as she hears my door open. Denise walks by then she looks at me. I give her a quick nod then she says, "he left already." I close the door without a word and return to my desk. With my stomach in knots and headache creeping upon the horizon the reality sets in. I cheated. To make matters worse I knew I'd do it again. My infatuation with this woman was beyond anything I've ever felt. I grab my phone and check my messages. Michael texted me: "hey, tried to surprise you today, Ms. Bloom mentioned you had your hands full with an uppity parent lol I look forward to meeting this one. (Wink emoji)." I close out the message and turn my phone face down. The irony is that I would usually bring someone like this home, we'd fuck and then all their problems are solved. But this one, has already had me and I her, and therefore I cannot bring her home—again. I need to get out of my head. Also, I desperately need to rectify the situation in my panties, so I head to the bathroom.

After a while I sit back at my desk, struggling to focus on my work. All I can think about is my husband. How I've betrayed his trust and what that means for our marriage agreement. In this moment I think back to the night before when he received an email from his lawyer with the subject titled "revised" what did he revise and why, could it be the agreement that he revised? Maybe he changed something and hasn't told me? Well even that is illegal in the arrangement so he couldn't have done that, right? Fuck, you're spiraling again. I take a breath and power through the remaining school day. Dreading the festivities with bloomy afterwards on top of looking Michael in the face after what I'd done. "Suck it up duchess, you know who you are." A small voice in my head whispers to me and with that I hatch a plan.