Marriage with Tara was a sexless, silent routine of ignoring each other, with no real communication or shared life. She'd broken my heart once before, that first split years back, and though we'd got back together, the stitches never held. Work was my lifeline, running a tight team with a grip I'd honed over years--authority came natural, a mix of strictness and respect that got results. I'd always had a way with the women there, not chasing, just being me--confident, fair, guiding fresh-out-of-college kids like a shepherd with a herd. Some were sharp, some needed prodding, but projects launched on time, success piled up, and the looks followed--girls drawn to the dominance, the control. Kendra slipped into that world quiet as a shadow, returning to work in customer support after a few years' break following her marriage, her local language knack making her a gem. Sweet, honest, hardworking--she was different, and I felt it the moment I saw her.
She was elegance distilled--sexy and beautiful in a way that didn't shout, just glowed. Dark hair framing a face that made me pause and take notice, drawing my eyes to her, a body that moved with elegance I couldn't shake. Her husband was a dick, though--rude, possessive, treating her like a thing he owned, not the beautiful creature she was. I'd catch her in the hallway, phone pressed to her ear, arguing in her native tongue, frustration tightening her perfect features. We barely spoke the same language--my grasp of hers was rough, just enough to stumble through--but it didn't matter. When you fall for someone that hard, words bend to the feeling. She'd hit me with this wide, radiant smile every time I passed, bright enough to cut through the office drone, and it'd land like a punch, stirring butterflies I hadn't felt since Tara ripped me open the first time.