Out of the Box
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“Yes.” Harriett responded. “He came to my place a few times. The best time was in the bedroom when he—he—he....”
“He made love to you?”
“Yes, made love to me.” Harriett sighed.
It was a new week and her vacation was over. Although she had tried very hard to forget about John the first two days of the week, it always proved difficult to. She had spent half of the morning considering that she should call him and tell him it wasn’t just about the vacation sex. She had felt happy with him – happy enough, she had dumped Jamie. She had no idea if he felt anything for her, but she was curious. She wanted to know if it had not been about the sex for him too.
“You should call him if you miss him so much.”
Harriett glanced at her friend. Sometimes, she considered that Amy could read people’s minds. “I can’t call him.” she hissed.
“Why not?” Amy frowned.
“I told him I wanted to be his whore, and him, mine.”
“And?” Amy was still frowning.
“For just two weeks. I told him we could both be each other’s whores for two weeks.”
“Oh.” Amy whispered. She sipped quietly from her coffee cup and then shook her head as if she had had a rethink. “You said that then. It doesn’t mean you can’t say something else now. It is obvious you were happy with whatever you did with him. Heck, I had always thought you would never leave Jamie but you did. It took John for that to happen.”
Harriett sighed. John was married. She had told Amy this before but it seemed her friend wasn’t considering any of this. She was about to bring it up when someone knocked on the door behind them.
“It is the company’s public cafe. You don’t have to knock.” Amy groaned, turning towards the door with Harriett, but both of them froze as the man that stepped through it wasn’t one of the company employees they had expected.
“John?” Harriett whispered.
Amy stared at her and then back at him. “That’s him? Heck, you didn’t say he was this handsome!” she muttered under her breath.
Harriett rolled her eyes at her at the same time that John stepped towards them. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and had his usual smug smile on his face. It reminded her of the man she had bumped into the first day of her swimming training.
“I don’t want this to stop, Harriett.” he said without a care in the world that she wasn’t alone.
She immediately felt colours flushing to her cheeks. Amy didn’t move. She obvious wanted to witness whatever it was John had in mind to say, or do.
“I don’t want it to stop.” John repeated again. “Us – we have something, Harriett and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Of course, un—until we are tired of it all.”
“I doubt we can ever tire of it.” Harriett whispered.
“Yes, we won’t.” he sighed. “But then, it doesn’t mean it should end.”
Harriett stared into his eyes. He had gotten so close; there was only an inch or two inches between them. The sharp smell of his cologne hit her and she had to fight the inkling to drag him close and kiss him.
“What now?” she asked him. “You are going to leave your wife and be with me?”
He shook his head. “You don’t want that. I don’t want that either.”
He was right. She didn’t even know if she loved him enough to be with him. All she wanted was his body – everything he could offer to make her happy whenever she needed him.
“So, what now?” she asked him.
He gave her the bouquet and then held her hand. “I will be your whore, and you mine.” he said. “It isn’t just about the sex. It isn’t – you have to believe me.”
She nodded. She knew it wasn’t. He wouldn’t have done everything to find where she worked and come with flowers if it was. He wanted her to himself, and she wanted him the same way too.
“I will be your whore, and you, mine.” she responded, smiling at him.
His eyes widened with pleasure and he dragged her close, smiling lovingly at her.
Amy took the lust glaring in their eyes as her cue to leave. She slowly slipped out of the cafe, locking the door behind her as they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.
They might be in there for a while.