She slid the card key into the door and slowly opened it. Following his instructions, she left the lights off and put her coat and purse in the closet. She glanced around the room. He wasn't there yet. She walked to the window and stared down at all the cars coming in for a night of gambling.
"I didn't think you were coming?"
Sara jumped at the sound of his deep voice behind her. She didn't turn but caught his reflection in the window.
"I didn't have a choice, did I?"
"We all have choices." He said, moving away from the bathroom and switching on a lamp by the bed, casting the room with dim light.
Sara looked down at her hand in the window. The moonlight flashed on her wedding ring. Love and Fidelity. She turned to face him. Her arms wrapped around her waist as if she was trying to warm herself.
"No one made you do it Sara. Remember that." He said stepping closer to her. He stopped two feet away and watched her.
She tried to hold his gaze but couldn't. Her eyes dropped to the floor.
"So what do you want?"
"You know what I want."
Sara looked up at him. She hoped to God all the hatred she felt for him showed in her eyes. She had never thought him capable of blackmail. But then again, she never thought of herself as a thief either.
He chuckled as he stepped closer. He was inches from her now. Looking down at her. She was a very attractive woman. Her brown hair had a bit of a curl and hung just past her shoulders. Her green eyes, pert nose and full lips captivated him. He had wanted her from the moment they were introduced. There was something about her that called to him.
Sara had to tilt her head to look at him. She hated how vulnerable that made her feel.
"I hate you Peter." She hissed softly.
"Hate me all you want Sara. I prefer it." He lifted his hand and ran his fingers lightly over her smooth cheek.
Sara pulled her face away and took a step back. Peter reached out his hand and grabbed her by the back of the neck, bringing her body flush against his.
"I have wanted you from the moment I saw you. So cool. So sophisticated. But I saw through your charade."
"What are you talking about?"
"You want me. You want me to fuck that up tight pussy of yours. You want to suck my eight inch cock and swallow all my cum, don't you baby."
"You're crazy." She said, trying to pull away.
"Crazy?" He let her go and she moved several feet away from him.
"Maybe I am crazy. And yet, here I am, with you, at my mercy." He said, his lips turning into a sneer.
They stared at each other in silence. Sara couldn't believe she had ever thought him a gentleman. When he had first started working with her husband, he had been so polite and so nice. He was so handsome, with his slightly salt and pepper hair and hazel eyes. He had ready smile and a great sense of humor. He and Martin had become good friends. She couldn't even count how many times he had been to their house for dinner. She thought she knew him.
"Peter, please, think about Martin."
"Martin? Did you think about him when you stole the money?"
Sara lowered her head in shame.
"I didn't think so. Tell me Sara, why did you do it? Why did you need that money? I know Martin, he would give you anything you want."
"It's none of your business Peter."
She could feel Peter watching her. Her reasons for doing what she did were many and private. Contrary to what Peter thought, Martin would never have given her the money.
"Are you going to tell him?" She asked, meeting his gaze.
"That depends. What will happen if he finds out?"
"Divorce."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes."
