Megan stepped from the shower and reached for a towel. Catching her reflection in the foggy mirror she congratulated herself for keeping in shape.
Not that it was doing her much good since she was alone at home for the fourth weekend in a row. Apparently hanging out with his hunting buddies was more interesting to Kevin than time with his wife. Megan felt a little neglected. Too many weekends spent wrapped around a romance novel when she'd rather be wrapped around something real.
The doorbell rang as Megan finished drying. Wrapping her robe around herself she went to answer the door. Who could it be? All of Kevin's friends were either with him or knew he was gone, and her friends wouldn't drop by unannounced. Must be a damn solicitor. With irritation building over having her morning interrupted by an unwanted salesman, Megan cinched her robe tightly and opened the door. Two salesmen stood lazily on the doorstep. It took Megan a few seconds to shift gears and realize these fellows weren't salesmen after all. Salesmen don't often wear camouflage outfits and blaze-orange vests.
Megan's face went from irritated to surprised, with a touch of worry with the thought that maybe these fellows were here to spread bad news about a hunting accident.
"Boy, if I had a wife who looked like you I don't think I'd be off hunting" exclaimed the shorter of the two, a wide smile spreading across his face. His smile melted away any fears that this was bad news knocking at the door.
"Please excuse Brett's manner" said the second, putting his hand to his forehead and shaking his head with mock dismay. "He's a bit lacking in the social graces. I'm Adam. Mr. Manners here is Brett. We're friends of your husband." Adam pushed a lean and muscular hand forward for a handshake. Megan was a bit surprised at the gentleness in his grip. Not the typical meat-crusher grab she had expected.
Despite many tales of past hunting conquests, as long Megan had known Kevin he always came home empty-handed. She suspected that deer hunting had more to do with a bunch of guys sitting around drinking beer and telling tall tales than it had with hunting. Though Brett and Adam's names were familiar from the stories of old, Megan had never met either of them. Nor most of Kevin's hunting crowd for that matter.
And she was sure she would have remembered these two if she had. Both strikingly handsome in their own ways: Brett had a rugged outdoorsy look, with slightly long dark hair and brown eyes. He had a short deer-camp beard. Most guys would simply look like they needed a shave, but on Brett it was flattering.
Adam was blonde, with short-styled hair and a fresh shave. Megan blinked twice taking in his movie-star good looks. Adam riveting blue eyes captured Megan's gaze and he continued, "We had to come into town and ... this might sound a bit odd ... Kevin asked us to get you while we were here."
"What do you mean 'Get me'?" asked Megan.
"Bring you back to camp."
"Why?"
Adam looked a bit embarrassed. Brett chimed in with an answer, "He got himself a 12-point buck and he wants you to see it before Curt cuts it up for meat."
Megan started to reply, then stopped. Instead she invited the men in to continue their conversation. As the men took seats in the living room, Megan went to the kitchen to fetch coffee. A whirlwind of thoughts crossed her mind. It was bad enough to be deserted on weekends, but she had even less interest in camping, and the thought of ooh-ing and ah-ing over a dead carcass didn't ring her bell either. And who the hell did he think he was sending his buddies to 'get' her like one of his belongings?
Intermingled with these thoughts was a running debate in her mind. Which of the two men was the best looking? She wavered between Brett's swashbuckling smile and Adam's riveting eyes. Damn. They are both hot! I can't decide!
Megan returned to the living room with fresh coffee and a few pastries, then sat down across from the men.
After the thank-you's and your-welcomes Megan asked, "So you're supposed to bring me back to camp?" noting the sharpness in her own voice.
"Yes" muttered both men.
"Um, and he figured you could help Curt package up the meat" said Brett. They could tell she wasn't happy.
"He was rather insistent" added Adam, avoiding her eyes.
Megan was upset. And angry. Just who did Kevin think he was sending his cronies -- albeit good looking cronies -- to 'get' her like she was a fishing rod or bird dog. She wasn't his toy to be left behind then summoned as he saw fit. The more Megan thought about it the angrier she became. The dutiful little wife with nothing better to do than to wait patiently at home until such time as she can meet his needs.
Adam and Brett both saw the flush rising in her face. And they saw something else.
Despite obviously trying to avoid eye contact, Megan noticed that the two men kept making quick darting glances towards her, then just as quickly, looking away.
It wasn't hard to figure out what was catching their attention. In her distraction her robe had opened slightly, revealing more cleavage than decorum allows.
Later, looking back on this moment Megan was never sure quite what made her do what she did next. Maybe it was an attempt at grabbing back some control of her own life, of her self. Maybe it was to get back just a little bit at Kevin. Or maybe it was the meeting of a basic need that had been denied. It wasn't anything earth-shattering, but it wasn't at all in character.
While the men's eyes continued their odd dance, Megan leaned forward to get a pastry from the coffee table, intentionally letting the front of her robe drop open even further. How much she revealed, she wasn't quite sure. What she was sure of was that the dancing eyes had stopped and were fixated on her as she sat back and took a bite from her pastry. She liked how it made her feel to have two men... No. Two good looking men, look at her like that.
Almost without realizing what she was doing she took a bite from her pastry in way what would best be described as sensually. "What am I doing?", she thought to herself as she looked at the men and smiled.
"So you guys are supposed to get me?", she said with a tone quite different than before. "Then take me back to camp?".
