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them, with my head buried in my own world.
Not today.
“Hi, LaShondra! How are you?”
Stelson’s administrative assistant, Helen, asked.
“I’m great. You?”
“Great.”
Sometimes, I felt like I
talked to Helen more than Stelson. We fell into an easy hug. Her shampoo had to
be straight up Prell. Old school all the way, with her polyester flower-print
dress. I’m not trying to be funny, but she was precisely the kind of drama-free,
wholesome, great-aunt-lookin’ secretary I wanted around my sexy husband.
She flounced down in her
chair again. “Stelson didn’t tell me you were coming by today.”
“Oh, he didn’t know. I won’t
be long. Just wanted to chat with him for a second. Is he available?”
“I believe so.” She pressed
the red conference button on the phone. “Stelson, your wife is here to see
you.”
Seconds later, Stelson rushed
out of his office. “Is everything okay?”
I scrunched my face. “Yes.
Everything’s fine.”
His shoulders fell an inch.
“Okay. Come on in.”
“I’m going to lunch,” Helen
told him. “Take care, LaShondra.”
“You, too.”
She grabbed her fanny pack
and left.
Stelson led me into his
office. The green trees and clear sky peeking through the vertical blinds gave
me an appreciation for God’s handiwork. If only I’d had this landscape to gaze
upon every now and then, my job would have been easier to bear.
The spacious room housed his
desk, a full couch, a conference table for eight, and a wall full of plaques
and certificates attesting to the company’s excellence.
Stelson shut the door behind
us. “What’s up?”
I twirled to face him. “I did
it.”
“Did what?”
“Took a leave of absence.”
The residue of anxiety
drained from his countenance, replaced by a full grin as the corners of his eyes
softened and lifted. He snatched me into an embrace and kissed my forehead. My
cheeks. Finally, my lips. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t bring myself to
tell him about the Zoe incident. Frankly, I was too embarrassed. I wished I
hadn’t told Jerry, either.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
He tilted my chin up with an
index finger, kissing me more deeply than before. A surge of fire ran from my
head to my feet and back up again. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d
kissed. Really kissed.
“I’ve got a present for you.”
His warm breath swept my nose.
“A present? How’d you know I was
going to quit my job today?”
He walked to the office door
and pressed a gold button to lock it. “I didn’t. I just knew that whenever,
wherever my prayer was answered, I’d have a special thank you ready.”
I squinted. “A thank-you
gift?”
He twisted the plastic rod that
closed the blinds. “Yep.”
I whispered, “Stelson, what
are you doing?” though I already knew the answer. Somewhere in the hustle and
bustle of becoming a new mom, I’d forgotten how marvelously spontaneous my
husband could be.
“I’m preparing to give you a big thank you.” He loosened his tie. Threw it on his laptop.
My eyes popped open wide,
looking around the office. “ Here ?”
“Yep. Wouldn’t be the first
time. Remember?” Stelson said as he started on my neck.
“But we haven’t done it here
in a very long time,” I croaked.
“Unfortunately.”
I dropped my purse. Hopped up
and wrapped my thighs around his waist as he lifted me. I could only hope that
the conference table would hold as sturdy as it had before I’d gained twenty
pounds carrying two kids.
He set me on the surface,
teased my lips with his tongue as we both scrambled to remove only the
necessary clothing.
He stopped. Put a finger on
my mouth. “No screaming.”
I giggled. “Same goes for
you.”
Chapter 8
Benefit #1: mo’ sex. Benefit
#2: better sex. Benefit #3: #1 and #2. We hadn’t quite figured out
exactly how we were going to reorganize the family budget, but intimate time
with Stelson definitely added to the bottom line that first week I was home
from
Not today.
“Hi, LaShondra! How are you?”
Stelson’s administrative assistant, Helen, asked.
“I’m great. You?”
“Great.”
Sometimes, I felt like I
talked to Helen more than Stelson. We fell into an easy hug. Her shampoo had to
be straight up Prell. Old school all the way, with her polyester flower-print
dress. I’m not trying to be funny, but she was precisely the kind of drama-free,
wholesome, great-aunt-lookin’ secretary I wanted around my sexy husband.
She flounced down in her
chair again. “Stelson didn’t tell me you were coming by today.”
“Oh, he didn’t know. I won’t
be long. Just wanted to chat with him for a second. Is he available?”
“I believe so.” She pressed
the red conference button on the phone. “Stelson, your wife is here to see
you.”
Seconds later, Stelson rushed
out of his office. “Is everything okay?”
I scrunched my face. “Yes.
Everything’s fine.”
His shoulders fell an inch.
“Okay. Come on in.”
“I’m going to lunch,” Helen
told him. “Take care, LaShondra.”
“You, too.”
She grabbed her fanny pack
and left.
Stelson led me into his
office. The green trees and clear sky peeking through the vertical blinds gave
me an appreciation for God’s handiwork. If only I’d had this landscape to gaze
upon every now and then, my job would have been easier to bear.
The spacious room housed his
desk, a full couch, a conference table for eight, and a wall full of plaques
and certificates attesting to the company’s excellence.
Stelson shut the door behind
us. “What’s up?”
I twirled to face him. “I did
it.”
“Did what?”
“Took a leave of absence.”
The residue of anxiety
drained from his countenance, replaced by a full grin as the corners of his eyes
softened and lifted. He snatched me into an embrace and kissed my forehead. My
cheeks. Finally, my lips. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t bring myself to
tell him about the Zoe incident. Frankly, I was too embarrassed. I wished I
hadn’t told Jerry, either.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
He tilted my chin up with an
index finger, kissing me more deeply than before. A surge of fire ran from my
head to my feet and back up again. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d
kissed. Really kissed.
“I’ve got a present for you.”
His warm breath swept my nose.
“A present? How’d you know I was
going to quit my job today?”
He walked to the office door
and pressed a gold button to lock it. “I didn’t. I just knew that whenever,
wherever my prayer was answered, I’d have a special thank you ready.”
I squinted. “A thank-you
gift?”
He twisted the plastic rod that
closed the blinds. “Yep.”
I whispered, “Stelson, what
are you doing?” though I already knew the answer. Somewhere in the hustle and
bustle of becoming a new mom, I’d forgotten how marvelously spontaneous my
husband could be.
“I’m preparing to give you a big thank you.” He loosened his tie. Threw it on his laptop.
My eyes popped open wide,
looking around the office. “ Here ?”
“Yep. Wouldn’t be the first
time. Remember?” Stelson said as he started on my neck.
“But we haven’t done it here
in a very long time,” I croaked.
“Unfortunately.”
I dropped my purse. Hopped up
and wrapped my thighs around his waist as he lifted me. I could only hope that
the conference table would hold as sturdy as it had before I’d gained twenty
pounds carrying two kids.
He set me on the surface,
teased my lips with his tongue as we both scrambled to remove only the
necessary clothing.
He stopped. Put a finger on
my mouth. “No screaming.”
I giggled. “Same goes for
you.”
Chapter 8
Benefit #1: mo’ sex. Benefit
#2: better sex. Benefit #3: #1 and #2. We hadn’t quite figured out
exactly how we were going to reorganize the family budget, but intimate time
with Stelson definitely added to the bottom line that first week I was home
from
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