ATLANTA, Jennifer had the idea that with Taylor and Arthur out of the house, she and Phillip might have some special time together.
There was something about being in a house alone.
So much freedom.
Why not take advantage?
She saw Phillip in the living room working on something and was about to go up to him and ask if he'd like to take a break; but then she decided, why not put a little more effort into it?
She went into the master bedroom and rummaged through the drawers in her closet.
She found a red negligee. It had been forever since she’d worn it.
Would it still fit?
***
She tried it on and looked at herself in the mirror.
She wished she looked twenty years younger and was the same size as Taylor. But it wasn’t all bad.
She brushed her hair a bit and sprayed a bit of perfume on her wrist.
She walked out of the closet but then returned.
She had an idea.
She put on black high heels. Men liked that. Didn’t they?
Walking down the hall, she imagined she was younger and thinner than the mirror said.
When she got to the living room, she changed her walk to what she hoped was a sexy one.
Apparently, she wasn’t succeeding. Phillip didn’t even up at her. He stared at the floor as if in a trance.
"Hi Sweetie," she said in a breathy voice.
"Hi." He didn’t look up.
She took a step closer.
He still didn’t look up.
It was fine.
She wasn’t going to be one of those pathetic women who whine when their busy husbands didn’t drop everything at the first request for romance. He was busy. That was okay. It didn’t mean he didn’t love her. She'd just work a little harder. Sometimes it took effort.
She remembered something she saw on television. "Did you drop your pen?" She bent down with her bottom facing Phillip. She wiggled it a little bit.
She wiggled it more.
She gave up… on at least that tactic.
She stood. Then she began to dance, cobra-inspired. Kind of Indian, maybe. She danced up to Phillip. Her legs touched his legs.
He still didn’t notice her.
She knelt down, got on her knees, bent forward and grabbed his pants zipper with her teeth. She was pretty impressed with herself. She had never done this kind of thing, but despite the lack of training and practice, she was doing a pretty damn good job.
"Jennifer!" Phillip snapped. He pushed her off his pants. "Get up."
She stood up and looked at him. Okay, now she did feel rejected.
"Did you forget we have people here? We're working on something very important."
Oh no.
She felt completely pathetic. She didn't know. Or maybe she forgot. It was hard to remember you had guests when you couldn’t even see them. How many people were here? Did they see everything?
"Sorry," she said and quickly rushed back to their room. She pulled off the red negligee, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trash. She went into the bathroom naked, sat on the toilet, and burst into tears.
***
After a short period of crying, she pulled herself together and put on a respectable type of nightgown.
No. She was not going to be one of those women. She made a mistake. It wasn’t the end of the world.
She wasn’t mad at Phillip. His reaction was what one should expect from someone who was interrupted in the middle of an important meeting by an attempted blow job.
She brushed her teeth; then remembered she hadn’t had dessert yet and would like some.
She wouldn't mind a Girl Scout cookie. They had some Samosas in the freezer.
Maybe she should forget it and just go to bed.
Her phone vibrated.
She picked it up off her nightstand and saw that it was Trisha wanting to FaceTime.
Jennifer wasn’t in the mood. She'd talk to her tomorrow.
***
She tried to sleep but couldn’t.
She kept feeling the humiliation of the aborted blow job.
And she still craved the Samosas.
She headed to the kitchen. Phillip lay flat on his stomach, the same way he had the other day.
She quickly bypassed him and whoever else was with him and went into the kitchen.
She took a samosa out of the freezer and took a bite. It was too cold. She would let it defrost for a while.
There were some dishes in the sink. She'd do some washing, and by the time she was done, the cookie would be ready.
She turned on the water and squeezed some soap onto the sponge.
She began washing, and it was rather soothing. Kind of meditative.
Then she heard footsteps behind her.
She decided not to turn around. Phillip had his busy time, and now it was her busy time.. If she turned around, she might look desperate and that was a turn off.
He slapped her on the behind. Hard. She wasn't expecting that. It wasn’t something he had done before. But you know what? She liked it. Jennifer started to turn around to tell him. Thank him.
"Face the sink," he said in a stern voice. Kind of harsh. To her surprise, she liked that too.
With his leg, he roughly spread her legs apart. She was so wet. He pulled up her nightgown. "Don't turn around," he whispered. She heard him unbuckling his pants. Instinctively, she spreads her legs even farther apart. She felt him enter, and as soon as he began thrusting, she felt the beginning of the orgasm. It embarrassed her to some degree. They had just started.
"I love you," he whispered in her ears. "I want to…"
He was interrupted by the front door.
Immediately, he pulled out of her. Then he quickly pulled his pants back up. He patted her on the bottom again. "The kids are home. Oh well."
She had the urge to grab him and force him to continue but figured that wouldn't be attractive.
***
In bed that night, they had quiet, unexciting sex. But it was still nice. Jennifer appreciated it.
She felt loved, and she felt lucky to be in bed with the man she loved with all her heart.
Now he was sitting up reading something on his laptop. She thought about getting her own laptop, but it was in the office, and she didn’t feel like getting it.
Her phone was on her nightstand. She'd look at that instead.
There was a text from Trisha: There were more of those foul-smelling EB's today.
Trisha could be a pest sometimes. Jennifer had already told her not-living friend that it was all fine.
Still. She thought of mentioning it to Phillip but then changed her mind. It would annoy him.
She clicked on her email.
Phillip reached under the covers and stroked her thigh.
She smiled at him.
He smiled back. Then he went back to his reading, and she returned to her emails.
There was one from Loretta.
G'Day Sis!
I hope you and Phillip are doing well. I heard from Brenda that Arthur's in town.
(How in the hell did Brenda know that!)
I imagine you and Phillip are very happy. He has some kind of audition? I'm not sure if I understood Brenda correctly. I wish him luck; though I don't think he needs it. He has so much talent. It's only time before we see him accepting one of those Oscar statues.
On to other things. I have big news! We're coming to visit! Well, just Mia and I. Or Mia and me. Why is it that bad grammar sounds better than correct grammar?
Anyway, Yes, we're coming to visit. William still has to work, so he's going to stay behind. We're actually going to stop in San Francisco first; then we'll come to Atlanta. We have friends (actually from Hawaii), but they'll be visiting family in SF. So we thought we'd meet there. We bought tickets for August 1-20. We'll be in Atlanta on the 11th. I hope you guys will be in town! I can't wait to see you! It's been so long! How are you doing? How's Phillip? Is he still working on that huge project? How's Zoe and Taylor? Well, I'll talk to you soon, and I'll actually SEE you soon!!!
Love, Loretta
Jennifer thought her sister's email was annoying. Something about it seemed...maybe fake? Still, she loved her sister and was actually excited that she was coming to visit.
"Phillip?"
"Uh huh."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Of course." He turned to her. "What's wrong?"
"Oh. Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that Loretta's coming to visit. In August."
"Great," he said. "That's good. It's about time they did. I really don't understand people who flee the country."
"Yeah," she said. It did bother her that Arthur moved all the way to London; though maybe not as much as it bothered Phillip.
"I guess it's better than dating a dead person," Phillip said. "I still can't believe it."
"It probably won't last," Jennifer said, trying to make him feel better.
"I'm guessing your sister's going to need help with the plane tickets."
"No," Jennifer said, surprised that he assumed this. "You know their restaurant's doing really well."
He scoffed. "We'll see how long that lasts."
"Yeah," she said.
"I'm willing to help if they need help."
"You're very generous," Jennifer said.
He smiled at her. "Let's get to sleep."
He closed his laptop, got out of bed, and put it on his dresser.
She watched him as he walked back to the bed. He was very handsome.
She was so lucky.
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