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Do I tell my mother that I met her on a random hookup website, we had sex, and then just kind of kept doing it? That seems like the wrong thing to say to one’s mother. “We hooked up once.”
She looks at me with a cocked eyebrow, and I can hear her voice ringing in my head:“Don’t lie to your mother.”
“We met on a dating site a few weeks ago and hooked up a few times with no strings attached. Just a few flings. I happened to walk into her office, without knowing she was there. And now we’re here. Happy?”
She chuckles and pats my arm. “That explains why you haven’t taken your eyes off her. Don’t be afraid of your feelings, Alex.”
“I don’t have feelings for her, Mother.”
She pats my arm again, then wanders off to play a board game with Sadie at one of the tables.
I stand there for a moment pondering what I just said. I don’t think I have feelings for her. Do I? I know I didn’t really mean to kiss her on Wednesday, but it felt right. It’s felt right every time I’ve kissed her. But we agreed—nothing serious.
The party continues for quite a while longer than any of us were really expecting until the first few children start to yawn. Their parents start rounding them up to take them home and thank us for the wonderful party. There are many hugs and goodbyes and thank-yous to be had.
My mother, Claire, and a few waiters help pack all of the leftovers and presents into my car. I pick up Sadie and carry her. A few seconds off the ground and she is asleep on my shoulder, completely tuckered out after her big day.
The last of us head outside. I buckle Sadie into her car seat, careful not to wake her. Mother gets into the car and waits patiently. I thank Claire with a sturdy handshake and can’t help but open my mouth.
“Thank you so much for everything tonight. Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?”
She agrees, and I kick myself internally. I didn’t think I was going to invite her—not that I don’t want her to come home with me. But I will need to talk to her. Maybe talking with her will get everything straightened out.
12
Claire
When we arrive at Alex’s place, his mom helps us get everything inside. She helps get Sadie ready for bed and kisses her good night before kissing Alex on the cheek and thanking me again for the party. She takes her leave and tells Alex she’ll be back in a few days to take Sadie to the zoo. She’s a sweet woman.
I help Alex get a partially asleep Sadie upstairs and into bed. She gives me a very tired hug and whispers to me that she had a really fun night and that this was the best party ever. Just hearing her little voice tell me that almost brings tears to my eyes. It’s one thing for a hoity-toity executive to say it, it’s another for a five-year-old to do it.
Alex kisses her forehead, and she instantly falls asleep again. He offers me some wine when we head back downstairs, and we sit down on the couch to open the bottle.
Our conversation starts out a little more serious than before. I start to wonder if he is just trying to view this as a business transaction. After the first glass, things start getting a little more friendly. We share stories about work and some of the games and pranks we’ve played in our office buildings when we weren’t supposed to.
I tell him about the time one of my coworkers got really drunk at a Christmas party and found her way to the copy room. She lifted her shirt and pressed her humongous bosom right onto the glass and had hundreds of copies of her pressed nipples printed out. Then she took them all and headed to the top of the building and threw them all off the roof. They went fluttering down the street, carried away by the wind. It wasn’t until a few days later that a potential client brought one of the copies in that she even knew what had happened.
We share a good laugh about the fiasco, and he shares a story of his. He tells me that he and his buddy Phil were really into sports in college. So, when they first started in an office setting they would play games with one another. One such game they played he described as a game of hockey played with balled up papers and yard sticks. They would write notes or dirty jokes on the papers, crumple them up, then use the yard sticks to hit them as far as possible. They worked on opposite ends of the floor, so the goal was to get the note to the other side of the floor. They got in trouble more than once for this game.
A few more stories later and we both take notice that the coffee table has three empty bottles sitting on it along with our half-empty wineglasses. I didn’t even realized we had drank so much. He clearly didn’t notice either.
We sit for a moment, contemplating exactly how drunk we both are. Then we throw caution to the wind. I kick off my shoes and slide closer to him on the couch. He wraps a strong arm around my shoulders and holds me close. I lean my head down on his chest, and we sit there for a few moments just enjoying the closeness.
I think we’re both trying to figure things out with our feelings, but I don’t think either of us are in a place to really consider things.
He shifts, and I lift my head in his direction. Then he places a gentle palm on my cheek and brings me into a loving, passionate kiss. There’s a spark between us, and I place my hand over his. My cheeks are hot, and I don’t want him to stop.
We kiss again, then again with more tongue. I throw my arms around his neck and press my breasts against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist. Our lips are glued together, and our tongues dance the mambo between our teeth.
I notice his breathing becoming faster. I want him. I lean into him, forcing him against the back of the couch so that I can whip my leg over his lap to straddle him. We continue to kiss, and he places his hands firmly on my ass. He digs his fingers into my skin, and all I want is for him to pull me closer.
He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath. “Bedroom?” he asks.
I nod and jump up off his lap. He gets up and grasps my hand. We head upstairs to his bedroom with much haste. Once there he presses me up against the bedroom door, closing it shut in the process. He kisses me again with more power than I thought he had.
My legs become jelly underneath me. He wraps his thick arms around me and hugs me tight. Then he grabs the zipper on my dress and unzips it with a quickness I’ve only seen in movies. I let the dress fall to the floor and start to unbutton his shirt.
He pulls away from me, grabs either side of his shirt, and rips it open, causing almost all of the buttons to go flying across the room. For a moment I freeze with my mouth open and my eyes wide. It seems to happen in slow motion, and I swear I can see exactly where each button falls. I watch the fabric reveal his marvelous chest and then those firm, glorious, toned abs.