His Wife

Chapter 2

Leslie Winslow now Myers. The ginger-eyed, light-skinned, pixie-cut red-haired, straight face, petite preschool assistant/ caregiver was not what I had expected.

I had watched her the night I had finished with the short yet detailed report I had given to the medium-size group of stakeholders, teachers, and parents of the Westlybrook Infant School. I could not seem to find the willpower to keep my eyes off her.

I decided to fund a continuous school aid program for the less fortunate scholars of the school. I was giving back to the school in honour of the past principal Ms Jasmine Dylon who had been there for me, my mother, and my sibling when our father had left us in turmoil to start a life with another woman in the adjoining community.

Miss Jasmine had been one of the first people who had restored my faith and believed that there were still caring and considerate people in the world. She had paved the path that caused me to develop into the man I was today.

She had taught me to strive and be responsible, also she made me cognizant of the fact that my current situation did not determine the outcome of my life. She had driven out the shame, the feelings of worthlessness and hate that was born out of my father's betrayal.

Miss Leslie Winslow had been the one who in the end had extended thanks on behalf of the school to me. with a small token in the form of a gift basket after my speech was over and I had handed the cheque over to the current principal. I had liked the smell of her, the feel of her soft hand in mine, and just having her close.

It shocked us both when I placed a kiss on her cheek after she made her presentation. I did not know what compelled me but I could not resist the overwhelming impulse.

She had bewitched me, she had drawn from me the total attention and curiosity that I had not allowed myself with anyone. My eyes found her every chance I got, my ears listened for her voice and I found myself familiarizing myself with the things she did.

I realized that she nibbled her lips in various ways, when she was observant, unsure, nervous, and in deep thought. Also when she spoke she moved her hands a lot and she tilted her head slightly whenever listening to someone speak.

I watched her nibble those soft supple lips with a natural tint of vanilla-scented lip gloss highlighting their fullness. The rush that my body tried to fight from when she met me at the chapel earlier this morning assailed me, but the sensation was greater than my will and my body started to respond.

I swore under my breath as I pulled my thoughts away from the day that led to us now being man and wife. I shifted myself in the seat as I shrugged out of my suit jacket and lay it across my lap and hoped she was not aware of the reason.

"Are you feeling better now?"

She turned to me and nodded causing the longer reddish burgundy strands of her pixie cut to fall on her forehead. I wanted to push it back in place and caress the spot where it had nestled but instead, I indicated for my driver to continue on our journey.

The thought of her being this close to me with the memories of the night I had made love to her so fresh in my mind was getting me frustrated and increasingly miserable. I wanted to be away from her and at the same time, I wanted to care, cherish, and lo---

Now hold on!.... I was not about to say, love, right?! I did not love this woman. Yes I was fascinated and attracted to her, and I very much wanted to have sex with her again but where, when, and how did love come into it?

I swore again and shifted in the seat as my member bulged further within the confines of my boxers. I stared through the window at the familiar scenery that sped by with unseeing eyes.

If I had looked instead at the slender petite frame seated beside me I would have seen the sadness that clouded her soft, sweet features.

I needed to be away from her. The feelings that were surging through me were best handled away from her. With her this close I had no clarity, I could barely hold unto my control.

I realized then and there that Leslie was already under my skin and was getting further and further into the crevices of my feelings that I wanted to keep caged and locked.

This woman was potent and she could tear down my walls and find my vulnerability.

My mind drifted to the night we made love. I came out of the auditorium to hear her speaking on her phone in hushed tones but her anger was evident from her rigid stance.

"I can't believe yuh, Ian. How am I to get home now, hmm?" she had snapped at the person on the other end of the phone. "Everyone is already leaving and yuh know I can't wait here alone until a taxi comes to pick me up!"

He had replied in a way that fueled her disappointment further and she snapped at him then ended the call.

She had turned around then and found me standing there. Her ginger eyes were a globe of surprise and her beguiling face flushed with shock.

"Mr Myers! I thought you had already left," she had gasped.

"Not yet, but am about to."

There was a bit of silence until I found myself saying to my surprise. "I could give you a lift."

"Aww...well I wouldn't want to take you out of your way," she shrugged but I had realized she was not comfortable being on the school compound alone.

"I offered Ms Winslow so it's no bother," I returned trying once again not to admire the way the mid-thigh royal blue spandex dress fitted to her soft curves or the way the black heels made her legs a shapely seducing highway that led to a junction I very much wanted to explore.

"Well I wouldn't want to be here alone after I lock up," she replied with a small smile indicating that my offer was in no way going to be refused.

"I wouldn't want that either," I returned with a smile of my own.

She looked shyly at me then asked why I haven't already left.

"I wanted to ensure that you were safely on your way as I realize you were the one locking up and everyone has already departed," I answered.

"That's very nice of you, but if Ian had shown up on time things would have played out differently."

"Not a very keen boyfriend I must say," I blurted out before I could get a hold of my words.

She had smiled and said. "Ian I'm afraid is my brother who tends to have a twenty-year-old selfish mindset despite his age."

I did not know why the knowledge that Ian was not her lover pleased me so.

"I see."

"Shall we go?"

"Sure."

The ride from the school after we had locked the gate was merely quiet until she got a call from Ian and then it remained quiet again.

"Would you like to get something to eat?" I asked trying not to be too hopeful in case her response turned out to be negative.

I wondered why I wanted to prolong what time I had with her when in all honesty I should be giving her a wide distance.

"Sure," she smiled sweetly at me.

That smile and her reply was the beginning of my undoing.

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