Linda sat at her desk, the pile of orders from the show. She was almost through verifying the delivery of every one. She never liked finding out there was a missing shipment or other screw-ups from the customers. She thought about last weekend and how Bill had to act the host as she and Cal spent the night together as if they were boyfriend/girlfriend. He wasn't angry, wasn't acting hurt after they'd gotten back home, and was surprisingly tender. But then during the week, he became more distant, explaining his mind was on complex projects at work. She never mentioned Cal, tried her best not to even think about him. Last night Bill suggested dinner at Chez Teresa's and she immediately agreed. She sensed he had something he wanted to talk about.
Then this morning he'd gotten up early, showered, and left before she'd awakened. She hoped that perhaps he needed to get to work early, or her actions had been preying on his mind and he just needed to get away. She couldn't blame him. She reluctantly picked up the phone seeing who it was, sighing in frustration as she'd managed to avoid the man all week long.
"Bryan, what do you need?... I am, yes. I can't, no. Bryan, I am having dinner with Bill tonight. Seriously? You're an ass. No, no don't do that, I'll call him." She slammed down the phone. Dinner with Bryan? That sounds unappetizing, she thought.
It was hard telling Bill dinner was off and felt like crying, but she managed to push aside the feeling in the pit of her stomach and get through all the paperwork. These were days she hated anyway preferring to be out on calls, but it was necessary.
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After finishing up his day, Cal decided to head over to Nuxaware as Linda had been on his mind all week. It was Eric that forced him out of his office telling him to go and see the girl. "Get her out of your system. We've had no women up to the penthouse in weeks and you need to get your head straight," he'd urged. Then he'd laughed, "Ok, I get it. We never did a rerun before we fucked Linda and I don't blame you since she is so enthusiastic. I sometimes replay fucking her when...you know when," his friend had sighed.
He'd wanted to call her so many times in the last week as she was all he could think of. But, she'd been firm, ordering him to let her be as she was in love with her fiancé. It wasn't like him to break up relationships, perhaps test them, exploit flaws in them, but never stealing away another man's woman. He always thought of married women as a crime against nature. Why were they off the market when they loved how he pleasured them always careful to let them know he was after their pussies, not their hearts? Until Linda, that was always mutually worked out. They'd wanted nothing more than his cock and he was content with their various orifices. He groaned remembering how he'd cuddled with Linda last weekend and suggested they stay in bed all day just holding each other. Had he become one of those guys? Ok, maybe cuddling always works to break down resistance, to get them to open their legs, he'd never cuddled after fucking.
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Linda replayed the call she'd made to Bill. He sounded disappointed, a lot more disappointed than he'd sounded before. She put her hands over her face and quietly sobbed. She was ruining a great thing with her husband, the best man she knew, well perhaps not the best in bed, but in all other aspects. She wanted to go back and undo all the stupid decisions she'd made. They were wrong and caused Bill pain. She knew it did. She could hear him mentally shrug off the disappointment as she said bye and hung up.
She wiped her eyes and looked at the back of her office door. If there were doubts about the purpose of her being there, the dress Bryan ordered her to wear blew them away. She sighed and walked over to it and lifted the hanger off the hook. 'Shit!' The red dress couldn't weigh anything and if she'd closed her eyes she'd have thought all she was holding was the hanger. She turned it around and realized she couldn't wear a bra even if he hadn't ordered her not to. "Here you go. This is all you'll be wearing tonight. This and these shoes," he'd ordered.
Shiny red 5-inch heels...fuck-me shoes. She'd never worn anything that high before and she'd look nothing more than a high-priced escort in the flimsy red dress and spiky heels. She closed the blinds and stripped naked. She looked in the mirror knowing she would be seen by someone else sometime this evening. 'When did I become a whore?' she thought.
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Aurora peeked in the office, "Bill, you should get ready to leave. Your dinner reservations with your wife are at 7," she stopped when her boss groaned and slapped himself. "What" I'm sorry, is everything alright? Did I...?" she asked tentatively. He'd been quiet all day and she hoped it had nothing to do with her work. He was on a fairly secretive call earlier. She'd hoped it wasn't with a divorce attorney. She like Linda. Come to think of it, he'd been on a few calls with the door closed. He never closed his office door. 'Shit!' she thought.
"Close the door. I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. No. Of course not! No. You are the best thing going on in my life right now," he pointed to a chair, "I just forgot to cancel the reservation. Linda called and said her co-worker Bryan wants her help closing a sale, and I...."
Aurora looked at the man and nodded, "It might not be what you think. Perhaps it's her knowledge and expertise...."
Bill snorted and told his EA about Reno and what happened. "I should go over there and, what? Punch the man out?"
"That will work. You'll be in jail where you'll have a lot more opportunities to work things out with your wife. Great plan," she sighed. "Look, I'll take care of canceling the reservation. Why don't you go home and see what happens? She may be there purely as a technical resource," the redhead stood up, "Try to think of something else."
Bill stood up and went around the desk, "This is inappropriate, but," he hugged the girl who hugged him back, stroking his shoulders. He sighed and looked at the girl, "Do you have plans? It's a really nice restaurant and I was in the mood for their chateaubriand. It melts in your mouth. Chez Teresa's. My favorite spot in town."
"Wait, she is turning down a date with you and chateaubriand? She definitely needs to get her priorities straight. I'd love to, but we're going dutch, I insist."
"Then sorry. I either pay or you'll have to try out that frozen meal you were telling me about, your call," he grinned.
Aurora laughed, "I get to spend the evening at home with my cats or with a hot guy dining in style on his dime. These are those tough decisions they pay suits like you to make every day." She kissed the man on the cheek, "I need to rush home and change, this," she looked down at her business casual, "will not fit in. I'll meet you there at 7."
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