Returning home, Kate discovered that she had the entire house to herself for a change. She went into their bedroom and unpacked the rest of her clothes. She thought about her strategy from this point on.
Should she hide herself away in wide clothes and keep her distance to Scott, hoping the distance would be enough to shield her heart from getting hurt? She already loved him. How much more damage could he cause her? It would hurt like hell having to leave him at the end of the year. If she wanted to avoid any hurt, she shouldn't have married him in the first place.
So what other option did she have? Maybe she should do the exact opposite? Dressing herself up and tempting him at every corner, trying to make him wild with lust for her. Could that possibly end with him loving her? She couldn't force him to love her no matter what she did, but maybe, if he saw other men feeling attracted to her, could he feel any jealousy for a wife he didn't care about?
It was a dangerous road, and an option that could very easily land her in a worse position, making him lose all respect for her and thinking her a trollop. But, if he did respond to her she would at least know whether he could develop any deeper feelings for her.
Still, what could she do about the conditions she had come up with so hastily? Should she just throw them overboard and let him believe that she never stood by her decisions? Or would he rather think that she was adapting to the situation and being flexible?
Did it really matter what he thought about her? It was her opinion than mattered the most, and right now she wasn't happy with the situation. She felt like she had lost all control over her own destiny and had put her entire life on hold for a year, awaiting his decisions.
Maybe she should just take advantage of the situation and do exactly what she wanted? She laughed as she thought about what she really wanted right now. That was the easiest part. She wanted him, in her bed, inside of her and beside her all day long. If only she could live in the moment and just enjoy him while he was hers and not worry about what came later.
Of course she could, she realised suddenly. It was that easy. She just needed to focus on here and now, and do whatever she felt like doing. She didn't have to tell Scott about her decision. Instead, she would let him continue doing his utmost to persuade her to lower her defences, and in the meantime she would do her best to make his life hell. Better his than hers.
She giggled as she imagined his shock when he realised what was going on. Feeling relieved to have finally made a decision, Kate cleaned out the content of her wardrobe and replaced them with the new clothes she had recently stored away in boxes.
All the new underwear was filling her section of the drawer and she had no qualms as she put a few of her items into Scott's drawer as well. She had done some serious shopping lately and she welcomed the opportunity to have a lot to choose from. She stripped down and put on some blue coloured lacy panties. As she tried to locate the bra, she heard the front door open and Scott whistling a familiar tune.
"Kate? Where are you?"
"Up here," she shouted, as she finally located the bra and slowly started to put it on.
There was no rush, she decided. She heard him run up the stairs and enter the room as she fastened the bra on her back. Scott stopped dead in his tracks and she slowly turned around, trying to make her expression as neutral as possible. He was staring at her, his mouth agape in astonishment.
"What are you doing?" he finally managed to croak.
"Trying some of my new purchases. Do you like it?" she asked as she twirled around in front of him. His mouth opened even more and she took immense pleasure as he gawked at her. "It even has crotchless panties," she explained, as she lifted her right foot and placed it on the nearby chair, letting him see for himself. She roamed her fingers slowly over the opening and touched herself. "Pretty aren't they?"
He just mumbled something incoherently as she gave him a wide grin.
"I knew you would like them," she exclaimed happily, before she went over to the wardrobe and bent over to locate a pair of stockings.
She found the garter and put it on, before sitting down on the bed to put on the matching stockings. Scott was still standing in the doorway and gawking at her as he followed every move that she made. Kate felt slightly uncomfortable by the scrutiny, but shrugged it away with a smile.
"What would you like to have for dinner?" she asked as she went over to the closet and pulled on a short skirt and a revealing top.
Her effort to start a conversation didn't give any quick results and she bent over to grab a pair of high heeled shoes before strapping them on. Fully dressed, she walked over to Scott and rose onto her toes to give him a small kiss on the mouth. That seemed to wake him up as he groaned before reaching for her. Immediately, she stepped back and grabbed his arm and dragged him along with her.
"Come here, darling. I'm cooking some dinner and you must help me."
"With what?" he said teasingly. "Lifting up your skirt as you stir the pan?"
"Only in your dreams. You'll be my kitchen maid, so come along," she said when he tried to back off.
Finally, he accepted his destiny and followed her into the kitchen.
"Watch where you're going," she smiled as she caught him staring at her legs and the gather that was visible underneath her skirt.
"What's with the outfit?"
"I just felt like using some of my new stuff."
"It's nice. I like it."
"I'm glad. Now, can you cook?"
"Of course, but I normally settle for some take away on my way home."
She made a grimace. "Then you're up for a surprise. I'm making pizza."
"Pizza? Homemade pizza?" He had a dreamy expression.
She nodded.
"That's my favourite. How did you know?"
"A little bird whispered it to me at the wedding."
"Carl, I suppose."
"The very same."
She poured some flour onto the table, and grabbed the nearest container. The dough she had prepared an hour ago was now ready.
"Can you get me the baking plates over there?"
Scott did as she asked and watched as she prepared the dough.
"You've done this before."
"Countless times. I love to cook," she informed him, as she rolled out the dough into two round pizzas and placed them on the baking plates. "Now you can prepare yours and I'll do mine."
She showed him the ingredients he could choose from and soon they were both occupied with pouring on tomato sauce, ham and any other ingredient that they enjoyed. They bantered playfully as each fought over which ingredient to add first.
"That was mine," Scott complained as Kate snatched the bowl of onions right in front of him.
"You can have the garlic instead," she offered.
"No way. I've no intention of smelling so bad tomorrow that you won't be able to come near me."
