"Hmm, looks like we may be seeing a bit more of each other, hon," Paige said, still looking down at her laptop.
Pete glanced over from the television, turning down the volume of the college football game he'd been watching. The Fighting Irish didn't seem to have much fight in them today anyhow.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I just got an email from your office manager. They have a case they are working on and asked me to consult. Something about a divorce case, not sure exactly what expertise they're looking for from me," she mused, typing away on her laptop.
Pete frowned, feeling a twinge of anxiety.
"Why would they need you to consult on a divorce case? I think I know that case. I don't see how you could possibly be of any help," he said, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.
"Not sure, but I guess you're firm is defending the husband who's wife is suing him," she replied, still typing away. "Not a lot of detail so far."
Pete watched her continue to type, apparently not planning on asking him how he felt about it. Truth be told, he didn't want her anywhere near his office, didn't want other guys from the firm hitting on her, including her ex-boyfriend Darren. Or even Pete's boss, David Carson who was a partner at the firm and seemed to have taken a liking to Pete's beautiful wife at a recent work function.
Paige and Pete had been married for just a little over 4 months. She was 27 while he was 42, a significant age difference but one that Paige claimed she didn't care about at all. Said she felt a special connection to him that she hadn't had with other men, though Pete wasn't clear what that was.
That said, he had felt a growing anxiety and feelings of jealousy since their marriage, not only from her flirting with other men but some of the things she often talked about with Pete. She did very little to hide her flirting, often seeming to taunt her husband with it. Not necessarily in a malicious way, but often as if just to get a reaction out of her husband.
"I guess they want me there tomorrow morning at 9am," she said, looking up. "Can I get a drive with you? I'll chip in for gas," she laughed, closing her laptop.
"Yea, sure," Pete answered, still feeling a bit uneasy about the situation.
Paige had received her Master's Degree not long ago and was a registered Sexologist, apparently a branch of science that studies human behavior with respect to sexuality, sexual interests, and some other things that Pete actually wasn't even clear on. Prior to meeting Paige, he'd never even heard of a Sexologist.
His law firm had hired her for a case several months ago and during that time, she'd actually dated one of Pete's coworkers, Darren. After their breakup, she and Pete had gotten together and married after a very brief courtship. It was a whirlwind romance, but Pete had been head over heels for Paige from the start.
And now it looked like they'd decided to retain her services once again, which had Pete feeling more than a little nervous. He didn't say anything more about it though, tried his best to put on a "I'm happy for you face", but went to bed that night feeling very unsettled. It was the worst night of sleep he'd had in weeks.
The next morning, they drove to work together, making small talk along the way as Pete tried to hide his uneasiness. Paige was dressed in a tight-fitting pencil skirt and a blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. She knew she looked good, and as they took the elevator and walked the hallways to the main cluster of offices, she clearly reveled in the attention she received from the men she passed along the way. Pete gritted his teeth as he watched his co-workers stealing glances at his wife.
"Hi, I'm here to see David," Paige announced to the receptionist. "Oh, sorry. I mean Mr. Carson," she said with a warm smile.
Pete felt his stomach clench hearing her refer to his boss by his first name, and he saw the surprise on the receptionists face at Paige's apparent familiarity with their boss. A few seconds later, Pete saw David Carson appear from his office door.
The middle-aged man had a warm smile on his face as he walked over to greet Paige. David was broad-shouldered and well-built, his graying hair only adding to his distinguished appearance. Pete couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over him as he watched the two of them greet one another.
"Paige, it's so good to see you again," David said, pulling her in close and hugging
her tightly. Pete's fists clenched at his sides, his stomach twisting in knots as he watched her large breasts squeezed between them.
"You too, David," Paige said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as they separated. "You look as dashing as I remember."
David smiled down at her, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of her body.
"There now, you've gained some bonus points from me already," he laughed, touching her arm. "Well, let's get started, shall we?"
Pete watched them walk into David's office, his wife turning and giving him a wink just before closing the door behind them. Pete stood there awkwardly, glancing nervously at the receptionist, who quickly lowered her head as if trying to lessen Pete's embarrassment after being ignored by their boss.
Pete quickly composed himself and shuffled down the hallway toward his own office.
"So how was your first day," Pete asked his wife as she came through their front door.
He'd left work just before 6 pm but Paige had messaged him to say she was quite busy and would just take an Uber home when she finished. It was now just after 8:30 pm. Pete had made dinner and eventually ate without her, giving up on even trying to keep it warm for her.
"It was good," she responded, kicking off her heels with a sigh as she sat down on the couch next to him. "A lot to do in a short amount of time. Looks like I will only be there for a week, maybe two at most."
He frowned, still feeling a bit wounded from the way she'd left him stranded that morning.
"You look exhausted," Pete said, concern creasing his brow. "You should have just let me pick you up. Or at least called and told me you were going to be so late."
"Sorry sweetie, time just got away from me," she said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm here now. And I missed you." she finished, giving him a loving smile.
Pete couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for his earlier irritation as he looked into her warm blue eyes. She's been excited about her first day, so whining at being ignored by her as she met with her new boss was selfish on Pete's part. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, feeling her soft curves press against him.
"I missed you too," he murmured into her hair, inhaling her familiar scent. "I just worry about you being out so late by yourself."
"I'm a big girl, Pete," she said, pulling away from him with a playful smile. "And besides, I wasn't alone. David was there late as well. He actually gave me a drive home."
Paige didn't make eye contact with him, focusing instead on taking her earrings off but Pete thought he saw a gleam in her eye. He didn't like the sound of her staying at the office late with his boss, who Pete had rarely seen stay at the office past 6pm, and certainly not getting a drive home from him.
"I see," he said, trying to sound casual.
"Ughh, my feet are killing me," she sighed, swinging her legs onto the couch and resting her feet on Pete's lap. "Will you rub them for me, baby?" Paige purred as she leaned back against the arm of the couch, closing her eyes.
"Yea, sure."
Pete reached for one of her feet and began to gently knead it with his thumbs, moving in slow circular motions. He was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure from his young wife.
"That feels nice, Pete," she murmured, her eyes still closed.
