Having a mistress, or a "side-chick," or whatever the trendy term is, can be scandalous. At least, that's the way it is in movies, books, and TV. But in my case, nothing could be further from the truth.
For me, it was all about the connection. Amelia wanted to spend time with me. She wanted to be near me. That was more than I could say for the woman I married 10 years earlier. That woman just wasn't interested anymore, despite how many times I tried. It was a losing battle, and I fought it for a long time. No matter what I did, or how many times I wanted her, she just didn't care. Then I met Amelia.
Amelia was a coworker, and at first, it was purely innocent. She was young and beautiful, with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that lit up the room. She was also shorter than me, which I always teased her about. Her body was a little thick, which I loved, and her large breasts were usually the feature that grabbed your attention. But her appearance wasn't what attracted me the most.
Amelia had a zest for life, and her laugh was infectious. She always had something positive to say, and could brighten my day despite how dark it was. But I didn't have any romantic feelings toward her in the beginning. As I said, she was a coworker. Plus, I was married. I just wasn't a scandalous kind of guy.
But all that changed when I accidentally bumped into her in the office. She was walking down the hall to the supply room, and I was coming her way. We both had our heads down on our phones, and had no idea what was about to happen.
When we collided, it was nothing short of a full body hug. She staggered backward, and I managed to grab her, and the wall, keeping us from both going down. I steadied us, and she gave us both the once-over.
"Holy shit," she exclaimed, "I'm sorry! I didn't break you did I? You don't look broken!"
"No," I laughed, "I'm okay. There's a joke here about how we're too much into our tech as a society, but I won't make it."
She returned my laugh. "Yeah, well, I think you just did." She looked up at me and gave a quick curtesy. She spoke with a dramatic southern drawl. "I do declare, I appreciate your chivalry, kind sir. What a gentleman."
I removed an invisible hat, and bowed my head to her. "Was my pleasure, Miss Amelia," I said in my own southern accent.
She presented her right hand, and I took it, giving her knuckles a quick kiss. "Jesus," she chuckled, "you're a nerd."
While that sounds like a classic meet-cute, the truth is, it wasn't. We'd been working together for a couple of months, and had never really flirted before. We had some inside jokes, as plenty of coworkers do, and we had fun, but that was the extent of it. Plus, I just didn't think of her in that way. I had no indication she thought of me in that way, either.
So, nothing came of our hallway collision. At least not immediately. We went back to work, business as usual. But in the days and weeks that followed, I found myself thinking of her more and more. I chalked it up to being horny, as I was always horny, due to never having sex. But I didn't believe it was anything else.
Fast forward two months, and I've got my arms around her in a parking lot. Our first kiss happened that night. Our next first happened a week later.
I reserved a hotel room just off the interstate, far enough from the city to avoid any uncomfortable moments. I'd texted the info to her, and asked her to meet me around seven that Friday night. She was on time, and announced her arrival with a knock at the door.
"Housekeeping," she said.
I played along. "Did you bring towels?"
"Yes, but I expect a tip."
I opened the door, and frowned at her. "A tip? Do you mean to tell me you're not paid enough for your work? In a fine establishment such as this?"
