His Wife

Chapter 3

I felt an overwhelming urge to cry. I was always the sensible and rational one. This was something that Ian would tumble headway in but instead, it was I tumbling and tumbling.

I was not the overly emotional type but being pregnant, unsure and a budding case of hormones I was an emotional wreck.

However, clad in a champagne lace box top knee-length dress with a broad gold silk belting and gold peekaboo bow ankle strap high heels I look nothing but attractively attired.

My lightly made-up face with my customary vanilla lip gloss hid barely suppressed emotions. I was falling apart and I looked like some modern-day princess beside her aloof prince charming.

With this situation taking control of my life, in addition to the man who I was too attracted to for my own good taking me on a tailspin, I could not help but want to bawl my eyes out.

However, I just sat and listened to his sighs of frustration and bit my lip as I fought the tears that burned my eyes and scratched at my throat.

If only I had not agreed to his offer to dinner. If only I had let him drive me straight home instead of that cosy little restaurant on Cedar Grove with its romantic ambience, relaxing wine, and carefree conversation.

As that night ticked away I had found myself laughing, teasing, learning, sharing, and slowly but surely falling.

The stranger that was Julian Daniel Myers was slowly slipping away and as we bordered upon topics that shared but did not give much away. I wanted the night not to end.

I liked being in this little world that the unforeseen circumstance had placed us in. It was good to see the man that was behind the news reports and journalists' articles. He was what romance novels would describe as arrestingly attractive and captivatingly charming.

I now knew first hand the reasons for the parents' respect and adoration for kindness and support rendered. It was great to know the man himself was so serene and humble and not conceited by the fortunate circumstance that had changed his path in life.

We had kept on chatting about any and everything bordering on the safe zone, nothing too personal but stimulating and intriguing enough to ignite a need.

"I think I best take you home now," he had said as he looked down at his watch and I had tried not to feel the regret that crept up now that our time together was ending.

"I must thank you, dinner and your company were refreshing," I had told him and immediately wished I had shut up then but my tongue was in control and I added. "Maybe I could repay your kindness some other time."

Shit had I just said that? I sounded like a tramp offering herself for payment for kindness rendered.

"Let's go," he had said, taking my hand and leading me from the table. I had slipped outside too embarrassed to wait with him as he paid the cashier.

I was surprised to see that it was raining. Inside the restaurant, the sounds outside were muted, or maybe I was too caught up in Daniel to be aware of the things that were happening around me.

I was caught up in my self-derision that I had not realized he had now come to stand by me until I felt his hand upon my lower back.

"It's raining," I had said stupidly.

"I see that," he replied and I quietly revelled in the fact that he made no effort to remove his hand or step away.

"How are we going to make it to the car?" I questioned looking out at the heavy white slants of rain that pummelled all around us.

"Well we will just have to Usain Bolt it," he joked and I laughed.

"Not in these shoes I don't."

He took off his suit jacket and put it over my head and before I knew it I was scooped up in his arms and being taken the distance in an effortless sprint to the car.

I clung to him and pressed my face into the crook of his neck and giggled and gasped as the rain-drenched us mercilessly.

"This was not one of my best ideas," he said with a self-directed laugh as he unlocked the car door and automatically opened it, and placed me in the driver's seat.

I had scooted over to the passenger seat thinking he was going to follow me in but instead he had made his way to the trunk returning with a gym bag.

"There is a clean t-shirt and sweats in there with a towel, you can go around to the back seat and get out of those wet clothes," he informed me, handing me the bag.

"What about you?" I queried looking from the bag to him.

"Go," he said, indicating the back seat. "I'll be fine."

I did what he suggested making a clumsy retreat to the back seat. With a consciousness that caused me to tremble instead of the cold wet clothes, I hastily undressed trying not to think of the equally wet man sitting mere inches in front of me.

I was naked and rummaging through the bag when I saw the interior of the car flooded with light from an approaching vehicle and when I looked up dark eyes met my ginger-coloured ones in the rearview mirror.

In shock, I had just sat there my nakedness on display to the appreciative eyes that drank in the quick but fulfilling show.

As the interior became dark again I quickly pulled the t-shirt over my head and made for the sweats that I realized were way too oversized for me.

When I returned to the passenger seat I was a display of ruffled brown beauty and nude beneath a shirt that radiated a tantalizing male odour that was all Julian Daniel Myers.

"Awm...the sweats are too oversized," I said, handing him the towel I had found inside with a face rag.

"Ok," was his only reply and I found myself suddenly cold and I shivered.

"Maybe you could use them and get out of your wet clothes," I rambled on as I started to shiver some more.

"No use I would still have on the wet shirt," he responded.

I made to respond but instead, the shivers got worse. I rubbed my hands up my arms but the shivers kept coming.

"Am I the only one exces---siv---ely c--c--ooll---dd?"

With deft fingers, the heater was turned on but the cold that seeped through me seemed to intensify. I tried furiously to rub the chill away but it was no use.

"Maybe you should put on the sweats," he suggested staring at me with concern.

"I'll warm up soon," I said as I tried to smile reassuringly but it seemed all I could do was shake.

"I best get you home," he said starting the car and as we continued on I shivered my teeth now rattling.

With concerned glances, he kept frowning at me as he tried to manoeuvre the wet roads. We were about a mile or less when he pulled over the side of the road much to my confusion.

"Why hh---hhaave we--?" I started to ask but my words were drowned out in a gasp as I was pulled towards him and our lips met.

I did not hesitate to kiss him back. I could not deny myself because all night I had silently dreamed of his kisses and his touch. I knew deep down I wanted him in a way that was beyond rational and moral.

I clung to him as the heat of his body radiated through his wet clothes, seeped through the flimsy material of the t-shirt and surprisingly warmed my nakedness beneath.

The shivers evaporated and heat pooled inside me and made various parts of my body come alive. I pressed further into him indicating I need more.

I went to heaven when he did not resist or deny my need.

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