Hide My Love

Falling For You

A tall, lean structure enters through the door and grins widely at Bridget as they shake hands and say their hellos. I make my way back to the table, however she calls me over to her. I walk towards Bridget and lock eyes with the good looking lad. His smile widens as he comes towards to shake my hand.

    "Peter Marks, and you must be the lively Athena," he introduces.

    "Yes," I blush "Athena Wooding."

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful face."

We keep our gaze until Alex waltzes in, standing behind Bridget and I, staring down Peter.

"Peter, what a pleasant surprise seeing you again," Alex states, emotionless.

"It's truly a pleasure to be here as well," Peter replies, his eyes flicker down to mine as he grins wider.

"Okay, Mr. Grumpy, how about we let those two get to know each other while we get some alone time," she winks while placing her hand on his chest.

Alex continues to maintain eye-contact with me while holding a straight face. "Sounds wonderful."

As they make their way up the steps, Peter and I sit down in the living room. For the first several minutes, it's beyond awkward. Asking bland questions that result in cookie-cutter answers. Nevertheless, we became more creative with the questions and started discussing things you wouldn't expect out of a Posh man and a prostitute.

"There's no way Climate Change is real. No. Way." Peter exclaims, taking another sip of wine.

"Okay, explain the increase in glaciers melting and warming temperatures all around," I snap back, mirroring him as he takes his next sip.

We both gape at each other when we hear pounding and moaning up ahead. I can't help but feel a tad jealous, however, I am the other woman.

"What do you think he's doing in order to make her scream out like that," Peter chuckles as he slides next to me.

"I would say they are doing the missionary based on the rhythm." I smile back.

Peter gives me a reassuring smile and doesn't take advantage of the moment. Instead continues to keep my mind off of the annoying, uncomfortable noise coming from the master bedroom.

"What do you do for a living, ambiguous Athena?"

"I'm a secretary for Alex. And you pretty Peter?" I snort, looking up from my wine.

"I'm actually a competitor of Alex's campaign. And everything he stands for.." he responds, finishing off his glass. "Want more?"

"What do you not agree with him on?" I stand, handing him my glass as he pours it over the bar.

"How to handle the over-population crisis, and what to do to 'help' with poverty."

"Understandable," I mutter back, clinking glasses with him. "I can't believe their still at it," I blurt out.

"All Bridget talks about is how much she loves Alex, and how she would be lost without him. He must feel the same way because all of our mutual friends tell me how much he loves the sex and the woman he's been getting it from recently." He retorts while rolling his beautiful eyes.

"Yeah, he must really love her," I whisper back, taking another swig of wine.

Peter moves a lose strand of hair behind my ear and continues to ogle over at me.