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a tall woman with a shoulder-length bob of brunette hair.
She was dressed in a red cocktail dress, bosom almost bursting free of it and
long legs stretching out for what seemed like forever. She wore large
sunglasses, which she was holding perched on her head so she could get a better
view of the man by my side.
“Katherine,” Alex replied, surprise and discomfort evident
in his face.
“I didn’t know you were planning a trip to Europe,” she
stated in her refined, but very nasal, accent. I thought a detected a little
Bronx that no amount of polish could obliterate.
“Business,” Alex shrugged,
“Yes,” she smiled, her serpentine eyes moving swiftly to me,
“I can see that.”
“Umm, Melissa, this is Katherine,” Alex murmured, gesturing
between the two of us. “Katherine, this is Melissa.”
“Hi,” I greeted, awkwardly.
“Hmm,” she nodded in amusement.
“Is Fin with you?” Alex asked.
Finally, he’d given me the context I had needed. However,
the realization of who this woman was did not come with any pleasant emotion.
His ex-wife, the woman who had given him a son. Before, she’d been faceless,
nameless; a shadow. Now, she was flesh and bone, and very attractive flesh and
bone at that. The thought that he’d made love to her caused a stab of jealousy
to sear at the pit of my stomach.
“I’m sorry, Alex is so rude,” Katherine sighed, still facing
me and ignoring his question. “I’m sure you have no idea who I am. I’m Mrs.
Race, his wife.”
“Ex-wife,” I responded, unable to prevent the venom with
which I spat the words.
Her ruby red lips opened in a predatory smile. She glanced
between Alex and me before settling on him. “Is that what you told her?”
Laughing, she slipped the glasses from her head and placed them back on her
nose. “Oh, no, no, honey,” she insisted. “Alex and I are still very much
married.”
Snapping my face to Alex, I found him staring pensively at
the surface of the table. Saying nothing, I begged him to set her straight; to
tell me that she was lying. However, he remained silent and, as the seconds
ticked by, it became clear that she hadn’t lied.
“Well,” she joyfully sighed. “I’ll leave you two to your
meal.” Her heels clipping on cobbled stones, she strode down the street.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, the reality beginning to seep in.
“Oh, God,” I repeated a little louder. “You lied to me,” I hissed.
“No, I didn’t,” he said, turning to face me with pleading
eyes. “I didn’t lie to you.”
“Are you still married to her?” I demanded.
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Inhaling
deeply, he tried once more. “Yes,” he replied, his eyes unblinking.
“Technically,” he stressed, “we are still married. But it is over, Mel.”
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, pushing my chair out
with a loud scrape and jumping to my feet. “I trusted you,” I ranted. “I’ve
given more of myself to you than anybody else, and, the whole time, you’ve been married .” The feeling of betrayal was like a hot poker stuffed right
through my heart. I had opened up to him, allowed him to see sides of me no
other man had ever seen. I’d felt secure enough with him to let go and, for the
first time, express myself sexually. But it hadn’t been the wonderful,
emotional, almost spiritual experience I’d imagined it to be. It had been
nothing more than a dirty work affair.
“Where are you going?” he asked, snatching hold of my wrist.
“Melissa, you have to listen to me.”
“No,” I replied, pulling my hand angrily free from him while
tears I refused to let him see pricked the back of my eyes. “I don’t want to
listen. I can’t be near you right now.” I bolted from the table, walking
quickly to the end of the street and back toward the hotel.
All the way, I sensed Alex following me and knew that he
wasn’t going to accept my refusal to talk. Inevitably, he would catch up with
me in the room.
She was dressed in a red cocktail dress, bosom almost bursting free of it and
long legs stretching out for what seemed like forever. She wore large
sunglasses, which she was holding perched on her head so she could get a better
view of the man by my side.
“Katherine,” Alex replied, surprise and discomfort evident
in his face.
“I didn’t know you were planning a trip to Europe,” she
stated in her refined, but very nasal, accent. I thought a detected a little
Bronx that no amount of polish could obliterate.
“Business,” Alex shrugged,
“Yes,” she smiled, her serpentine eyes moving swiftly to me,
“I can see that.”
“Umm, Melissa, this is Katherine,” Alex murmured, gesturing
between the two of us. “Katherine, this is Melissa.”
“Hi,” I greeted, awkwardly.
“Hmm,” she nodded in amusement.
“Is Fin with you?” Alex asked.
Finally, he’d given me the context I had needed. However,
the realization of who this woman was did not come with any pleasant emotion.
His ex-wife, the woman who had given him a son. Before, she’d been faceless,
nameless; a shadow. Now, she was flesh and bone, and very attractive flesh and
bone at that. The thought that he’d made love to her caused a stab of jealousy
to sear at the pit of my stomach.
“I’m sorry, Alex is so rude,” Katherine sighed, still facing
me and ignoring his question. “I’m sure you have no idea who I am. I’m Mrs.
Race, his wife.”
“Ex-wife,” I responded, unable to prevent the venom with
which I spat the words.
Her ruby red lips opened in a predatory smile. She glanced
between Alex and me before settling on him. “Is that what you told her?”
Laughing, she slipped the glasses from her head and placed them back on her
nose. “Oh, no, no, honey,” she insisted. “Alex and I are still very much
married.”
Snapping my face to Alex, I found him staring pensively at
the surface of the table. Saying nothing, I begged him to set her straight; to
tell me that she was lying. However, he remained silent and, as the seconds
ticked by, it became clear that she hadn’t lied.
“Well,” she joyfully sighed. “I’ll leave you two to your
meal.” Her heels clipping on cobbled stones, she strode down the street.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, the reality beginning to seep in.
“Oh, God,” I repeated a little louder. “You lied to me,” I hissed.
“No, I didn’t,” he said, turning to face me with pleading
eyes. “I didn’t lie to you.”
“Are you still married to her?” I demanded.
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Inhaling
deeply, he tried once more. “Yes,” he replied, his eyes unblinking.
“Technically,” he stressed, “we are still married. But it is over, Mel.”
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, pushing my chair out
with a loud scrape and jumping to my feet. “I trusted you,” I ranted. “I’ve
given more of myself to you than anybody else, and, the whole time, you’ve been married .” The feeling of betrayal was like a hot poker stuffed right
through my heart. I had opened up to him, allowed him to see sides of me no
other man had ever seen. I’d felt secure enough with him to let go and, for the
first time, express myself sexually. But it hadn’t been the wonderful,
emotional, almost spiritual experience I’d imagined it to be. It had been
nothing more than a dirty work affair.
“Where are you going?” he asked, snatching hold of my wrist.
“Melissa, you have to listen to me.”
“No,” I replied, pulling my hand angrily free from him while
tears I refused to let him see pricked the back of my eyes. “I don’t want to
listen. I can’t be near you right now.” I bolted from the table, walking
quickly to the end of the street and back toward the hotel.
All the way, I sensed Alex following me and knew that he
wasn’t going to accept my refusal to talk. Inevitably, he would catch up with
me in the room.
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