Not even a week after her divorce from Jake was final, dozens of beautiful red roses began arriving at Heather's office.
At first no note was attached to the arrangements, and Heather harbored a secret hope that perhaps Jake had changed his mind and was trying to tell her he wanted to start over, to give her another chance. Remembering the videotape he had sent her showing him make love to another woman, Heather wasn't certain how she felt about that idea anymore. Yes, she still loved Jake. But they had now both been unfaithful. Two wrongs didn't make a right, and now she was just as hurt and angry as Jake was. She didn't know if she could stand living with him again, constantly wondering in the back of her mind if he were seeing another woman. Then again, she supposed that had been the whole point of that tape. He had wanted her to understand what it had felt like when he had discovered her affair. He had even said he doubted she would want to speak to him again, because that was exactly how he'd reacted to her infidelity.
Even so, yes, Heather wanted the chance to try and work things out with Jake. But those hopes were crushed when another dozen roses arrived with a note that bore a short, sweet endearment and Ty's name, not Jake's. She considered sending the arrangements over to her sister's - Cassie had an almost obsessive love for anything floral - but she couldn't bring herself to do it. That same afternoon, the staff secretary buzzed Heather to tell her Ty was there for an eleven o'clock appointment. Steeling herself for the meeting she knew was inevitable, Heather took a deep breath and forced herself to go greet him in the lobby.
When he followed her into her private office, Ty glanced around and said, "Didn't you get my flowers?"
Sending him a cool, professional glance, she nodded curtly. "I did. Thank you."
"You already had them sent home? That was fast," he said with a puzzled, although arrogant smile.
"No, I had them sent over to the hospital with instructions for them to be given to patients without family." She crossed her arms and perched herself on the edge of her desk in front of him. "I really wish you hadn't sent them here. It was completely inappropriate given that my divorce was only final last week. I can't even begin to imagine what my co-workers are thinking."
Ty had had to restrain himself to wait that long. He'd made it his business to find out when Heather would be a free woman, but he had also hoped she would be the one to come to him seeking comfort. It had taken her long enough, but yesterday, he'd finally gotten an email from her, saying she'd thought about things and would like to see where their relationship could lead now that Jake was out of her life. She'd said she missed feeling his cock sliding inside her juicy cunt and couldn't wait until they could be together again. She had also said she thought she was expecting his baby and fully expected him to help her "take care of it." He assumed she meant an abortion. That was fine by him. Someday he wouldn't mind having a kid, but not now, not unless he could bring the kid up in a stable home. Right now, Ty couldn't offer that, so he wasn't opposed to an abortion if Heather wasn't. It wouldn't be the first he'd paid for, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
The first thing he'd done this morning was call to schedule an appointment with Heather's secretary at work, trying to be a little more gentlemanly this time around. He'd figured he could take her to lunch at his place, only eating wasn't on his agenda. And he knew from past experience that beautiful women loved receiving beautiful flowers. He'd paid a small fortune but figured it would be a small price to pay in exchange for Heather's white legs wrapped around his waist again.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "I didn't mean to be insensitive. How are you holding up? Quite frankly you look wonderful, better than I expected."
Heather let out a soft, chafing laugh. It was funny, wasn't it? Even though she felt like shit, she still got up in the mornings, made herself up for work and managed to force food down her throat every now and then. She had once imagined that if Jake ever left her, she'd waste away to nothing, have no desire to live at all. Instead, it was as if she were a robot, continuing with her day-to-day life with no emotion, only the tiny hope that someday she and Jake would find their way back to one another. Yes, she was surviving, but she wasn't living. Rubbing a weary hand over tired eyes, Heather asked Ty, "What are you doing here, Ty? I'm not your accountant anymore."
"You're still my friend," he countered, then added. "You're also something more. I was hoping I could do things right this time, maybe take you out to lunch. What do you think?"
"I think you've got a lot of nerve even coming near me after what you did," she told him, cold anger in her voice. "You ruined my life and now you just expect me to keep on with you as if nothing happened? You're a bastard, Ty. Quite frankly, I hope I never see you again."
"I seem to remember a few times when you liked it that I was such a bastard," he shot back suggestively, moving forward to crowd her against the desk. What was her deal? he wondered. Yesterday she'd sent him that teasing email, and now she was acting like he had the plague. She immediately straightened and pushed him away.
"What's going on here?" he demanded. "Yesterday you sent me that message, getting me all hot and bothered, and now this?"
"I never sent you a message," she denied. "What are you talking about, what message?"
"The email saying you wanted some more of this," he said, crudely massaging his crotch.
"You're crazy," she accused. Heather wondered whether he was lieing, or if someone else had sent him a message pretending to be her. But who would have done such a thing? And why?
Ty was almost as confused as Heather until he realized she was only playing hard to get again - obviously she liked that game. OK. He would play along; he would play the big bad black dude sniffing for some innocent white pussy.
"All right, if that's how you want to play it. Maybe you don't realize it, but I have each of our encounters on tape. I'm sure you'd hate it if a copy got mailed to your co-workers and family. But as long as you're nice to me, you won't have a thing to worry about."
The shocked, horrified expression on Heather's face told him all he needed to know. Smiling in triumph, he reached down to unbuckle his belt, planning to teach her a lesson for thinking she could pretend to ignore what was between them. Heather heard his zipper lowering and looked down in time to see his hand slide inside and begin massaging his large black cock, preparing it for her. Instead of feeling any ounce of desire whatsoever, she felt...sick.
"You're disgusting," she told him, quickly moving away. "As far as those tapes are concerned, I could care less who you send them too. Jake already has seen them, and he's the only person I would care about. My family....Cassie already knows what happened...what I did. I told her myself. Go ahead and send them to my co-workers. My job isn't irreplaceable. Jake is the only thing in my life that is irreplaceable. Besides, I'm willing to take responsibility for my actions. Are you?"
Damn, he thought.
"What about the baby?"
