Office Affair

We need to talk!

Kayla

Kayla leaned on the window pane and closed her eyes, smiling. The coolness of the window made goosebumps on her exposed shoulder. It was rush-hour. The streets were crowded, and the cars were moving seemingly slow. People were going home to their families, and she didn't envy them at all. She wasn't going home; at least not when loyal, dear wives usually did, to make lunch for their families and to talk to their husbands about their day. She was different. She was the kind of woman who put herself and her needs first. Then a man came behind her back and started nibbling her earlobe.

"Can you stay a while longer?"

Kayla's eyes flew open, and only for a moment she thought of Dominic and his facial expression, standing in an empty apartment. Undoubtedly, he had done that too many times, and she didn't feel sorry at all. She also knew that he'd probably be angry at her in the morning, asking where she'd been, but then she realized that it didn't matter at all. Well, not to her, anyway. She smiled and turned around.

"Of course I can, dear. We have all the time we want!"

"That is so good to know. So what are we waiting for?"

He playfully dragged her to the bed.

"Tony..."

"Are you sure you don't have to call home first?" Of course, she should have called to let Dominic know that she would be late, yet again. She didn't want to, though, because that would mean that she had to make another new excuse to make it believable. She was in a business meeting. She was having dinner with a friend, or a night out. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he was taking that ok. He believed her, especially because she was always careful not to have the scent of another man when she'd come home at night, almost sneaking into their own bedroom like a thief.

"He'll be fine on his own."

"Tell me again, why are you with him anyway?"

She sighed. She detested that question, and it had been asked too many times.

"Because he's a good provider. I feel safe with him."

"But you're never home when he's around. You go out and about, you ignore his phone calls...why?"

"Just because we're not physically together, it doesn't mean that we don't love each other."

"Are you sure you love him?" She stopped focusing on his lips that were caressing her cleavage, and thought about it, but the answer was a non-answer, because she had asked herself that question for so long. Did she love him? Probably not. She was in love with him, because he was so easy to fall in love with, but.... now? She pursed her lips.

"Does it matter?"

"What?"

"Does it matter if I love him or not?"

"To whom?"

"To you."

"No, it doesn't."

"Good, then there is no need for difficult questions. We're here to enjoy ourselves, aren't we?"

"Yeah, I guess we are. Come here."

He pulled her on top of him and nibbled on her lower lip, and she started laughing. She tried to be serious but she couldn't. She felt so young and in no hurry whenever she was with him. It was like the world had split into two pieces: the world outside and the world in Anthony's apartment. And right now, as Tony managed to take off her shirt, she didn't care about the world outside. She didn't care when she will come home, or what her husband would think. Right now, Anthony was all that existed for her.