was upset. He wasn’t. He was way beyond upset, moving into hysterical.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we have to. Don’t worry.”
She shuffled back to the bedroom to shower and dress. He wanted a scotch in the worst way, but it was ten o’clock in the freaking morning. He settled for another cup of coffee. That would calm his nerves, right? That’s all he needed. A frantic boyfriend threatening to go to the police.
“Benny?”
He turned around. The belt on Melody’s robe fell loose to her sides. She slipped it off her shoulders, and it crumpled to the floor, leaving her beautiful body as Nature had intended. She gazed at him like an appreciative puppy. “Anything I can do for you? You know.”
“Hard to believe,” he said, “but I’m not in the mood.”
* * * * *
E ileen Cooper had busted her ass to insinuate herself into the local clubs and other society organizations of the Hamptons. Some of the hoity-toity ladies shunned her in the beginning, causing her to wonder if they knew her past profession. How could they? She was class personified, and she was married to a wealthy ex-hedge fund manager.
Today’s schedule included lunch with the women of the garden club, a board meeting at the hospital, and a drop in to the school auditorium to check the decorations for the charity fundraiser. Then she’d go to the club for a game or two of tennis. So much to do.
Benny hadn’t called, which was unusual. Whenever he stayed in town, he always touched base in the morning to let her know when he’d be home. She wondered which of the girls he feasted on for dessert the night before. Angie’s small cup size meant an immediate elimination, although Eileen heard rumors she possessed other more exotic talents. But Benny liked jugs, and the bigger the better. Cindi, the newest one, might have caught his attention. Tessa still had a lot to learn, although Benny prided himself on his tutoring. Marsha never worked on Friday. A Jew whore who held the Sabbath. Who’d figure that? It could have been any one of half a dozen girls, all bereft of sense when it came to men, especially Benny. But Eileen put her money on Melody, with her ample chest and tight ass. Yup, Melody for sure. Still, Melody was no competition. She couldn’t compare with Eileen’s rack. Not on her best day.
In a rare moment of insecurity, Eileen stood naked in front of the mirror and studied her breasts. Hmm, still good muscle tone for their size . It wouldn’t be long before gravity took hold and she’d droop like an old bag lady. Triple Ds didn’t stay perky forever. She could get a lift, but that went against Benny’s sensibilities. All natural, no preservatives, like goddamn Ben and Jerry’s. When things really start to slide, Benny might think about turning her in for a new ice cream cone.
But thinking is all he’d do. They were bound by business and secrets, and he knew it. She liked her life too much to lose any part of it, and she’d do whatever it took to make sure that didn’t happen.
She could deal with his need for variety; that was part of their marriage agreement. The important thing was that he came home to her. In bed, she could compete with any woman. After all, she taught the young ones everything they knew. She’d tricked long enough to know what men liked, and she didn’t share everything. Some things she kept for Benny alone.
She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them. Keeping her eyes on the mirror, she turned one way, then another. Hmm, flat stomach, no cellulite on her thighs, ass still where it was twenty years ago. Face unlined, neck smooth. The way he exercised it, Benny’s dick would give out long before her triple Ds hit the floor.
Enough self-adulation. She chose a Versace suit out of the walk-in closet and dressed, still wondering why she hadn’t heard from her husband. It wasn’t like him not to check in. What if something happened to him? She’d have heard by now, wouldn’t she? She
“We’ll cross that bridge when we have to. Don’t worry.”
She shuffled back to the bedroom to shower and dress. He wanted a scotch in the worst way, but it was ten o’clock in the freaking morning. He settled for another cup of coffee. That would calm his nerves, right? That’s all he needed. A frantic boyfriend threatening to go to the police.
“Benny?”
He turned around. The belt on Melody’s robe fell loose to her sides. She slipped it off her shoulders, and it crumpled to the floor, leaving her beautiful body as Nature had intended. She gazed at him like an appreciative puppy. “Anything I can do for you? You know.”
“Hard to believe,” he said, “but I’m not in the mood.”
* * * * *
E ileen Cooper had busted her ass to insinuate herself into the local clubs and other society organizations of the Hamptons. Some of the hoity-toity ladies shunned her in the beginning, causing her to wonder if they knew her past profession. How could they? She was class personified, and she was married to a wealthy ex-hedge fund manager.
Today’s schedule included lunch with the women of the garden club, a board meeting at the hospital, and a drop in to the school auditorium to check the decorations for the charity fundraiser. Then she’d go to the club for a game or two of tennis. So much to do.
Benny hadn’t called, which was unusual. Whenever he stayed in town, he always touched base in the morning to let her know when he’d be home. She wondered which of the girls he feasted on for dessert the night before. Angie’s small cup size meant an immediate elimination, although Eileen heard rumors she possessed other more exotic talents. But Benny liked jugs, and the bigger the better. Cindi, the newest one, might have caught his attention. Tessa still had a lot to learn, although Benny prided himself on his tutoring. Marsha never worked on Friday. A Jew whore who held the Sabbath. Who’d figure that? It could have been any one of half a dozen girls, all bereft of sense when it came to men, especially Benny. But Eileen put her money on Melody, with her ample chest and tight ass. Yup, Melody for sure. Still, Melody was no competition. She couldn’t compare with Eileen’s rack. Not on her best day.
In a rare moment of insecurity, Eileen stood naked in front of the mirror and studied her breasts. Hmm, still good muscle tone for their size . It wouldn’t be long before gravity took hold and she’d droop like an old bag lady. Triple Ds didn’t stay perky forever. She could get a lift, but that went against Benny’s sensibilities. All natural, no preservatives, like goddamn Ben and Jerry’s. When things really start to slide, Benny might think about turning her in for a new ice cream cone.
But thinking is all he’d do. They were bound by business and secrets, and he knew it. She liked her life too much to lose any part of it, and she’d do whatever it took to make sure that didn’t happen.
She could deal with his need for variety; that was part of their marriage agreement. The important thing was that he came home to her. In bed, she could compete with any woman. After all, she taught the young ones everything they knew. She’d tricked long enough to know what men liked, and she didn’t share everything. Some things she kept for Benny alone.
She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them. Keeping her eyes on the mirror, she turned one way, then another. Hmm, flat stomach, no cellulite on her thighs, ass still where it was twenty years ago. Face unlined, neck smooth. The way he exercised it, Benny’s dick would give out long before her triple Ds hit the floor.
Enough self-adulation. She chose a Versace suit out of the walk-in closet and dressed, still wondering why she hadn’t heard from her husband. It wasn’t like him not to check in. What if something happened to him? She’d have heard by now, wouldn’t she? She
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