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at the screen. It was an unknown local number. She wondered who it could be.
“Hello?”
“Ariel?”
“Yes, this is Ariel. Who’s this?”
“It’s Jake.”
“Jake?”
“Yes, you remember me don’t you?” Jake said, laughing a little.
“Of course.” Ariel felt awkward. She didn’t know what to say. She’d had a one night stand with Jake. He was a married man. She knew how those things were. She hadn’t been expecting to hear from him again.
“I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“You’re kidding.”
“For real,” Jake said.
“I thought when men had one night stands their prime objective was to get the hell away from the girl as fast as possible.”
“Not with you,” Jake said. “I honestly can’t get you out of my mind, Ariel.”
Despite everything, the guilt she felt at having slept with Zola’s husband, the weirdness she felt at knowing that Zola and Jake were into swinging, she couldn’t help allowing a small smile to spread across her face. Jake liked her. He might not be Prince Charming, he was a lying cheat just like Gabe had been, but he was sexy, he was rich, he knew what he wanted, and it appeared he wanted her . Ariel had always had a weakness for bad boys and Jake fit that bill perfectly.
“Well,” she said, coyly, “it’s nice to hear your voice too, Jake.”
X
“Z OLA,” JAKE CALLED FROM HIS OFFICE.
Zola was downstairs watching television. As soon as she heard Jake’s voice her heart started pounding a little harder in her chest. It made her feel sick that her own husband scared her. She was ashamed at how obedient she was to him, how much of a pushover she’d allowed herself to become, but the truth was she just didn’t have the strength to stand up to him, not yet at least.
“Yes, honey,” she called up the stairs.
She was already on her feet, making her way toward the kitchen so that she could obey whatever request he had waiting for her. She figured he wanted her to grab him a beer or something.
“Come upstairs?” he called.
She went up to him. He was on his computer, as always, chatting to guys on his forum. When she got to the office he stood up and started adjusting the webcam that sat on top of his monitor.
“Stand over there, will you,” he said, pointing to the area by the window.
She went and stood there, always obedient, never questioning him, never standing up for herself.
Jake turned on his desk lamp and pointed it at her. She put her hand to her forehead to shade her eyes.
“That’s bright,” she said.
Jake ignored her. He typed some more on his computer and examined the picture the camera was getting.
“Move a little to the left,” he said.
Zola took a step to her left.
“The other way,” Jake said impatiently.
She took two steps to her right.
“Okay,” he said. “Better.”
She looked at the camera. She had no idea what Jake was doing, what he was recording, who was seeing the picture that was being picked up.
“Wave,” Jake said.
In more ordinary circumstances, Zola would have felt silly standing there, waving at the camera. But she knew too much about Jake and his forum to feel silly about this. She knew this was deadly serious. Some guy, some internet friend of Jake’s, would be on the other end, looking at the picture of her, and deciding whether or not he wanted to fuck her. If she messed this up, Jake would be furious. This was his passion, this was what was important to him. If he knew that the other men on his forum were all lusting after his wife he would feel happy and confident and satisfied. If she did anything to upset the viewers, Jake would take it as a personal insult.
“Take off your shirt,” Jake said.
He didn’t make eye contact with her. He was looking at the computer screen, making sure the picture was perfect. His voice was steely and hard and unemotional. There was something wrong with him. What kind of man treated his own wife like this? He wasn’t upset, or high, or drunk. He was
“Hello?”
“Ariel?”
“Yes, this is Ariel. Who’s this?”
“It’s Jake.”
“Jake?”
“Yes, you remember me don’t you?” Jake said, laughing a little.
“Of course.” Ariel felt awkward. She didn’t know what to say. She’d had a one night stand with Jake. He was a married man. She knew how those things were. She hadn’t been expecting to hear from him again.
“I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“You’re kidding.”
“For real,” Jake said.
“I thought when men had one night stands their prime objective was to get the hell away from the girl as fast as possible.”
“Not with you,” Jake said. “I honestly can’t get you out of my mind, Ariel.”
Despite everything, the guilt she felt at having slept with Zola’s husband, the weirdness she felt at knowing that Zola and Jake were into swinging, she couldn’t help allowing a small smile to spread across her face. Jake liked her. He might not be Prince Charming, he was a lying cheat just like Gabe had been, but he was sexy, he was rich, he knew what he wanted, and it appeared he wanted her . Ariel had always had a weakness for bad boys and Jake fit that bill perfectly.
“Well,” she said, coyly, “it’s nice to hear your voice too, Jake.”
X
“Z OLA,” JAKE CALLED FROM HIS OFFICE.
Zola was downstairs watching television. As soon as she heard Jake’s voice her heart started pounding a little harder in her chest. It made her feel sick that her own husband scared her. She was ashamed at how obedient she was to him, how much of a pushover she’d allowed herself to become, but the truth was she just didn’t have the strength to stand up to him, not yet at least.
“Yes, honey,” she called up the stairs.
She was already on her feet, making her way toward the kitchen so that she could obey whatever request he had waiting for her. She figured he wanted her to grab him a beer or something.
“Come upstairs?” he called.
She went up to him. He was on his computer, as always, chatting to guys on his forum. When she got to the office he stood up and started adjusting the webcam that sat on top of his monitor.
“Stand over there, will you,” he said, pointing to the area by the window.
She went and stood there, always obedient, never questioning him, never standing up for herself.
Jake turned on his desk lamp and pointed it at her. She put her hand to her forehead to shade her eyes.
“That’s bright,” she said.
Jake ignored her. He typed some more on his computer and examined the picture the camera was getting.
“Move a little to the left,” he said.
Zola took a step to her left.
“The other way,” Jake said impatiently.
She took two steps to her right.
“Okay,” he said. “Better.”
She looked at the camera. She had no idea what Jake was doing, what he was recording, who was seeing the picture that was being picked up.
“Wave,” Jake said.
In more ordinary circumstances, Zola would have felt silly standing there, waving at the camera. But she knew too much about Jake and his forum to feel silly about this. She knew this was deadly serious. Some guy, some internet friend of Jake’s, would be on the other end, looking at the picture of her, and deciding whether or not he wanted to fuck her. If she messed this up, Jake would be furious. This was his passion, this was what was important to him. If he knew that the other men on his forum were all lusting after his wife he would feel happy and confident and satisfied. If she did anything to upset the viewers, Jake would take it as a personal insult.
“Take off your shirt,” Jake said.
He didn’t make eye contact with her. He was looking at the computer screen, making sure the picture was perfect. His voice was steely and hard and unemotional. There was something wrong with him. What kind of man treated his own wife like this? He wasn’t upset, or high, or drunk. He was
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