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"I am not mad about that," I lied. I did not want to admit the truth to him. Mr. Tomlinson should not know that I was 'attracted' to him.

"I just figured I should inform you. We do not want you to have false expectations, right?"

I nodded. We were both lying to ourselves and each other. He had unexpectedly kissed me in the garden. I had been worked up because he touched me.

Be careful what you wish for, they said. Mr. Tomlinson said that I had been going easy on him. Now that I was trying to resist him... I was trying, but I was not really feeling it. I wanted him in many ways, and that scared me. I did not want to admit it.

Resist him, I told myself.

***

It turned out second base had done it for Mrs. Tomlinson.

One day, when she returned from work earlier than expected, she confronted Mr. Tomlinson in his office where he was working and I was skimming through a book.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she instantly asked him as she tramped towards us.

"Took you long enough," Mr. Tomlinson muttered under his breath, so that only he and I could hear it.

"I saw the photographs, you know. I did not think much of them. Then Leroy tells me that he heard you giving your little pet an org.asm right on the ten thousand pounds couch that I bought!" she exclaimed. Oh. I was a pet to her, not an order. Had I climbed up the ladder?

Well, Mrs. Tomlinson you were wrong about the org.asm. So wrong.

"Correction, sweetheart. You chose it, and I bought it back when you were just the assistant to the secretary of Mr. James' caretaker," Mr. Tomlinson uttered.

She did not like this at all. Mrs. Tomlinson's face turned red.

"Yes, and then you married me. Did you forget?"

"Not really, you being here constantly reminds me of it," he responded.

"You are acting like you have forgotten!"

You are the one to talk, Mrs. Tomlinson, I thought to myself. She could act. If we were competing in the Oscar race, she might give me a run for my money.

"Well, you said you want a baby," Mr. Tomlinson said, shrugging.

"Not like this!"

"What? Do you prefer me ra.ping her? I am trying to reduce costs by being soft with her, or do you want to spend thousands of your hard-earned money on an insemination?" His words made me shiver, but I knew what he was doing. He was creating a story. It was all planned. Mr. Tomlinson shone on his spotlight, he took the stage and owned his lying and cheating wife.

She was speechless.

"I want you to send her back!" she demanded.

"Ashley, you must be out of your mind. Pearl has a contract. The agency will not refund the purchase price. I will not send her back, she has cost me way too much. I would rather have her stay here and fulfill her purpose," Mr. Tomlinson replied.

"What is her purpose to you? Blowing you while you sign new contracts?" Mrs. Tomlinson asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, that might be it. Blowing me all day long, actually," Mr. Tomlinson answered. I had not given him a blow.job. Just to clarify confusions.

"You make her look like a little doll with all of those clothes you bought her! Tania told me you know. I picked up a dress today and she told me that you were there over a week ago."

"She does not look like a doll just because she wears skirts, Ashley," he defended me. "In fact she looks very appealing in skirts that is why I bought her skirts. I do not want those long legs to go to waste."

Mr. Tomlinson pointed out that I was taller than Mrs. Tomlinson. Well, I was. She had to wear high-heels to reach him and me, while I was his height with normal shoes.

"Don't you love me anymore, Louis?" she asked in a very convincing melodramatic performance. "I still love you."

Mr. Tomlinson cracked. He believed her.