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Story: The Last Mrs. Parrish
“Ooh, come back to bed,” she cooed.
He ran his hand down the front of her body. “Nothing I’d like more, but remember? I have a ten o’clock with Harding and Harding.”
“Oh, that’s right. Sorry I kept you up so late.”
“Don’t ever apologize for that.” He rose, dropped the towel, and began dressing. Amber snuggled against the pillow and admired the toned and muscular body that she now knew so intimately. He finished dressing as she slowly got out of bed. “I’m off,” he said as he pulled her naked body to him. “Give me a kiss and hustle. We need to prepare for that meeting.”
Amber hurriedly poured a glass of juice and then got into the shower. She chose the red Oscar de la Renta suit Jackson had bought for her last week and was out the door close to eight. She made it to the office by eight forty-five and strolled into Jackson’s office. She knew he was watching her as she strutted in the fitted jacket and short skirt that hugged her bottom.
At twelve o’clock, the meeting in Jackson’s office was still going on when Amber looked up to see Daphne approaching her desk. She looked like she had gained more weight and was not her usual, impeccable self. Her lipstick was mussed, her blouse so tight that the buttons were straining. Amber noticed, too, that she wore no jewelry other than her ring.
Amber rose from her desk. “Daphne, what a surprise. Is everything all right?” What wasshedoing here?
“Yes, everything’s fine. I was in town and just wondered if Jackson might be available for lunch.”
“Was he expecting you?”
“Well, no. I just took a chance. I tried calling you to get his schedule, but they said you weren’t in yet. Is he here?”
Amber stood up straighter. “He’s in a meeting with a group of investors. I’m not sure when they’ll be finished.”
Daphne looked disappointed. “Oh. Did the meeting just start?”
Amber shuffled some papers on her desk. “I don’t know. I had car trouble this morning, so I missed my train. That’s why I was late.” She stared at Daphne.
“Well, maybe I’ll wait a little bit. Do you mind if I sit in here with you? I won’t bother you if you have work to do.”
“Of course not. Please have a seat.”
“By the way, that’s a beautiful suit you’re wearing.”
“Thank you. I got it at a consignment shop here in the city. Amazing what you can find for cheap.” She wanted to add,and guess whose red bra and panties I’m wearing.
Daphne sat, and Amber went back to the pile of work on her desk while fielding phone calls.
“You’ve really taken to this job, haven’t you? Jackson says he wouldn’t know what to do without you. I knew you’d be perfect for him.”
Amber bristled. She was sick and tired of Daphne patronizing her. She was so out of tune with her own husband’s needs and desires it was laughable.
Just then, the door to Jackson’s office opened and the four-member Harding and Harding team stood there shaking hands and saying their good-byes. Amber could tell from the look on Jackson’s face that the meeting had gone well. She was glad. This would mean a financial leap into a whole new stratosphere. Jackson, now standing alone, looked surprised to see Daphne.
“Hi, darling,” she said, rising from her chair and embracing him.
“Daphne, how nice. What are you doing in New York?”
“Can we go into your office?” she asked in a sweet voice.
Jackson followed her in and closed the door behind them. After twenty minutes, Amber was fuming. What could possibly be going on in there? Suddenly, Jackson was at the door and said, “Amber, can you come in and bring my schedule with you? I seem to have erased it somehow.”
Daphne looked up as Amber entered. “You see, Amber? What on earth would he do without you? Jackson’s just been telling me what an innovator you are.”
“How’s my afternoon looking, Amber? My wife wants to take me to lunch.”
Amber pulled up the calendar on her iPhone. “It looks like you have a lunch appointment at twelve forty-five with Margot Samuelson from Atkins Insurance.” He didn’t, but Amber wasn’t about to let Jackson and Daphne have a meal together. She turned to Daphne. “I’m so sorry you came in for nothing.”
Daphne got up from her seat. “Don’t worry. I had to come in for a foundation meeting this morning. It’s no problem.” She walked behind the desk and gave Jackson a kiss. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be home for dinner.”
He ran his hand down the front of her body. “Nothing I’d like more, but remember? I have a ten o’clock with Harding and Harding.”
“Oh, that’s right. Sorry I kept you up so late.”
“Don’t ever apologize for that.” He rose, dropped the towel, and began dressing. Amber snuggled against the pillow and admired the toned and muscular body that she now knew so intimately. He finished dressing as she slowly got out of bed. “I’m off,” he said as he pulled her naked body to him. “Give me a kiss and hustle. We need to prepare for that meeting.”
Amber hurriedly poured a glass of juice and then got into the shower. She chose the red Oscar de la Renta suit Jackson had bought for her last week and was out the door close to eight. She made it to the office by eight forty-five and strolled into Jackson’s office. She knew he was watching her as she strutted in the fitted jacket and short skirt that hugged her bottom.
At twelve o’clock, the meeting in Jackson’s office was still going on when Amber looked up to see Daphne approaching her desk. She looked like she had gained more weight and was not her usual, impeccable self. Her lipstick was mussed, her blouse so tight that the buttons were straining. Amber noticed, too, that she wore no jewelry other than her ring.
Amber rose from her desk. “Daphne, what a surprise. Is everything all right?” What wasshedoing here?
“Yes, everything’s fine. I was in town and just wondered if Jackson might be available for lunch.”
“Was he expecting you?”
“Well, no. I just took a chance. I tried calling you to get his schedule, but they said you weren’t in yet. Is he here?”
Amber stood up straighter. “He’s in a meeting with a group of investors. I’m not sure when they’ll be finished.”
Daphne looked disappointed. “Oh. Did the meeting just start?”
Amber shuffled some papers on her desk. “I don’t know. I had car trouble this morning, so I missed my train. That’s why I was late.” She stared at Daphne.
“Well, maybe I’ll wait a little bit. Do you mind if I sit in here with you? I won’t bother you if you have work to do.”
“Of course not. Please have a seat.”
“By the way, that’s a beautiful suit you’re wearing.”
“Thank you. I got it at a consignment shop here in the city. Amazing what you can find for cheap.” She wanted to add,and guess whose red bra and panties I’m wearing.
Daphne sat, and Amber went back to the pile of work on her desk while fielding phone calls.
“You’ve really taken to this job, haven’t you? Jackson says he wouldn’t know what to do without you. I knew you’d be perfect for him.”
Amber bristled. She was sick and tired of Daphne patronizing her. She was so out of tune with her own husband’s needs and desires it was laughable.
Just then, the door to Jackson’s office opened and the four-member Harding and Harding team stood there shaking hands and saying their good-byes. Amber could tell from the look on Jackson’s face that the meeting had gone well. She was glad. This would mean a financial leap into a whole new stratosphere. Jackson, now standing alone, looked surprised to see Daphne.
“Hi, darling,” she said, rising from her chair and embracing him.
“Daphne, how nice. What are you doing in New York?”
“Can we go into your office?” she asked in a sweet voice.
Jackson followed her in and closed the door behind them. After twenty minutes, Amber was fuming. What could possibly be going on in there? Suddenly, Jackson was at the door and said, “Amber, can you come in and bring my schedule with you? I seem to have erased it somehow.”
Daphne looked up as Amber entered. “You see, Amber? What on earth would he do without you? Jackson’s just been telling me what an innovator you are.”
“How’s my afternoon looking, Amber? My wife wants to take me to lunch.”
Amber pulled up the calendar on her iPhone. “It looks like you have a lunch appointment at twelve forty-five with Margot Samuelson from Atkins Insurance.” He didn’t, but Amber wasn’t about to let Jackson and Daphne have a meal together. She turned to Daphne. “I’m so sorry you came in for nothing.”
Daphne got up from her seat. “Don’t worry. I had to come in for a foundation meeting this morning. It’s no problem.” She walked behind the desk and gave Jackson a kiss. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be home for dinner.”
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