office on a Sunday evening at 11pm. Matt was here all hours of the
day and night, every day of the week. He was a workaholic. He prided himself on
his success and it had not come quickly or easily. It was true he had been born
with some advantages; his parents were still happily married after 50 years,
they had been financially secure because of his father’s work ethic and a knack
for selling insurance, and he had received an excellent education at a private
Catholic school and then at Duke University.
But Matt had worked three jobs after college and scrimped
and saved to get the down payment together for his first real estate investment
and he continued to do so until his hard work started paying off. That first
brownstone had sold 5 years later and he had almost doubled his investment. Now
here he was 18 years later purchasing sky scrapers in Chicago and Buenos Aires
and on every other continent.
He opened the large door to his office and left the room
dark. He sat behind his desk and swung to look out over the city. It was an
amazing sight at night. He should bring Janie up here. Janie! And Matt
was back to the problem at hand. He had resolved to show her a good time while
she was here in New York, and he would have a good time in return. But that was
all different now. He hadn’t known she was a widow.
Rubbing his forehead again he wondered why that bothered
him. Would he feel the same if she was divorced? Matt shook his head, not being
able to answer that question. He moved on to the next revelation; that of her
sons. Matt openly acknowledged his two ex-wives on the plane but Janie had not
even hinted of having kids. Are all women really just the same deep down? No, that wasn’t fair. He had been the one pursuing her. She didn’t have to tell
him anything. She owed him no explanations.
Well it didn’t matter now. He didn’t think there was any
point in seeing her again. He was still attracted to her; to her eyes, her
hair, her smile, and the way she chewed on her cheek. And he definitely wanted her
physically. He couldn’t think of anyone he would rather have sex with, but she
was off limits now. It was all he could do to leave her hotel room this evening
without ripping off her dress and giving her a night she would remember. But he
had left her alone, well, except for that kiss which he had to take. He needed
to taste her. It took more will power than he knew he had to walk out and leave
her standing there with that look of disappointment on her face. But he just
couldn’t sleep with her, not now! It would be violating her emotionally, and
that is something he just wouldn’t do.
6.
Monday came and went without a word from Matt. Janie kept
herself busy all day at the Museum of Modern Art. She wandered through the
galleries, in awe of what she saw. It was unbelievable to her that all of this
amazing art was housed under one roof, right at her fingertips. She tried to
keep her mind off Matt but it was difficult.
Sunday night had been spent tossing and turning, trying to
come to some kind of understanding as to what had happened, both at the
fundraiser after his business call, and back in her room when she was putty in
his hands and he had just left. No matter how long she dwelt on it, an answer hadn’t
revealed itself.
Janie stopped at a little deli on the way back to the hotel
and sat at the table by the window and watched the hustle and bustle all around
her as she fiddled with her pastrami on rye. She usually had a healthy appetite,
but she didn’t have any desire to eat. The sandwich seemed tasteless and she
found herself just playing with the food on her plate. After quite some time,
she gave up on dinner and headed back to the hotel.
*****
Tuesday was bleak. She awoke to grey clouds and rain. The
weather seemed to match her mood. After her shower and consuming several cups
of coffee, there still had been no contact from Matt. Janie knew that it must
be her; she must have done something, said
day and night, every day of the week. He was a workaholic. He prided himself on
his success and it had not come quickly or easily. It was true he had been born
with some advantages; his parents were still happily married after 50 years,
they had been financially secure because of his father’s work ethic and a knack
for selling insurance, and he had received an excellent education at a private
Catholic school and then at Duke University.
But Matt had worked three jobs after college and scrimped
and saved to get the down payment together for his first real estate investment
and he continued to do so until his hard work started paying off. That first
brownstone had sold 5 years later and he had almost doubled his investment. Now
here he was 18 years later purchasing sky scrapers in Chicago and Buenos Aires
and on every other continent.
He opened the large door to his office and left the room
dark. He sat behind his desk and swung to look out over the city. It was an
amazing sight at night. He should bring Janie up here. Janie! And Matt
was back to the problem at hand. He had resolved to show her a good time while
she was here in New York, and he would have a good time in return. But that was
all different now. He hadn’t known she was a widow.
Rubbing his forehead again he wondered why that bothered
him. Would he feel the same if she was divorced? Matt shook his head, not being
able to answer that question. He moved on to the next revelation; that of her
sons. Matt openly acknowledged his two ex-wives on the plane but Janie had not
even hinted of having kids. Are all women really just the same deep down? No, that wasn’t fair. He had been the one pursuing her. She didn’t have to tell
him anything. She owed him no explanations.
Well it didn’t matter now. He didn’t think there was any
point in seeing her again. He was still attracted to her; to her eyes, her
hair, her smile, and the way she chewed on her cheek. And he definitely wanted her
physically. He couldn’t think of anyone he would rather have sex with, but she
was off limits now. It was all he could do to leave her hotel room this evening
without ripping off her dress and giving her a night she would remember. But he
had left her alone, well, except for that kiss which he had to take. He needed
to taste her. It took more will power than he knew he had to walk out and leave
her standing there with that look of disappointment on her face. But he just
couldn’t sleep with her, not now! It would be violating her emotionally, and
that is something he just wouldn’t do.
6.
Monday came and went without a word from Matt. Janie kept
herself busy all day at the Museum of Modern Art. She wandered through the
galleries, in awe of what she saw. It was unbelievable to her that all of this
amazing art was housed under one roof, right at her fingertips. She tried to
keep her mind off Matt but it was difficult.
Sunday night had been spent tossing and turning, trying to
come to some kind of understanding as to what had happened, both at the
fundraiser after his business call, and back in her room when she was putty in
his hands and he had just left. No matter how long she dwelt on it, an answer hadn’t
revealed itself.
Janie stopped at a little deli on the way back to the hotel
and sat at the table by the window and watched the hustle and bustle all around
her as she fiddled with her pastrami on rye. She usually had a healthy appetite,
but she didn’t have any desire to eat. The sandwich seemed tasteless and she
found herself just playing with the food on her plate. After quite some time,
she gave up on dinner and headed back to the hotel.
*****
Tuesday was bleak. She awoke to grey clouds and rain. The
weather seemed to match her mood. After her shower and consuming several cups
of coffee, there still had been no contact from Matt. Janie knew that it must
be her; she must have done something, said
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