Leila looked at herself in her bathroom mirror and tousled her long curls with her manicured fingers. She looked good. Finally, she was going to meet Tom. In the beginning, when they'd first started chatting she'd checked out his Facebook and obviously gone through all his pictures and old statuses.
She could see through all the facade of 'happily married man' type statuses and tagged at anniversary meal restaurants and family day outs... All clearly for outside appearances. No way would he message her the way he did if all that bullshit was legit.
He was a good looking man, just her type although perhaps her therapist would tell her this infatuation with Tom were major daddy issues. She didn't care that he was in his late forties, he was distinguished and still had a LOT going for him. She could tell what he'd looked like when he was younger and by his slight arrogance that he was at some point a bit of a lethario. That should probably put her off but to be honest she. knew this was only ever going to be some fun. This sort of fling always has a sell by date. It would fizzle out, just like all the other times she'd played with fire. It never lasted. So she was going to just enjoy herself. She was cool with that, wasn't she?
She wasn't stupid. Men like Tom didn't leave their families to be with women like her. So she wasn't going to let herself fall for him. It HAD to be just about the sex.
She had enjoyed all the build up between them, the late night skyping and sexual banter these past few months. It was weird he grew up in Inglewood, her home town. She couldn't remember him but then again she would only have been young. So she had asked her mum about him and her mum had raised her heavily pencilled eyebrows;
"They were a stunning couple. Tom and Sam I think her name was. I remember the wedding. Me and your dad saw the procession, it went straight through the high street. She was a beautiful bride, absolute head jerker she was in her hay day. You'd have liked him Lay, just your type. Dark brooding Irish man he was. Very good looking." Her mum winked at her and lit up a Marlboro light and then carried on basting the turkey.
She knew her mum was curious but she didn't probe. She never did. If only her mum knew she was having an affair with him...she couldn't tell her. Her mum didn't like stuff like that as her own dad had fucked off with her mums best mate when she was a teen. Leila put the wife and daughter to the back of her mind and carried on being completely pulled under his spell. It was hard not to because of his constant barrage of attention and gifts.
Leila was a party girl. She was wild at heart and very free spirited. She could never seem to hold a man down, she knew she was very good looking but men seemed to just use her for sex and over time she had sort of come to accept it and embraced it. In time she had lost faith in men ever loving her and had just become a raging nympomaniac although her brother would argue she was actually a total slut..
Tom treated her differently though, probably because he didn't really know her or what her reputation was like, he spoke to her like she was the most amazing woman he'd ever met. He was a proper man, unlike she'd ever come across. Deep deep down she hoped that once he'd had her he would fall in love properly with her. Those were dangerous thoughts. She also knew deep down that he was probably going to break her heart but she was in too deep now.
