Page 3 of Good Intentions, Vol. 1

Something that resembles disappointment crosses her face, or was it just my wishful thinking?

“Sure, I’ll see you in the morning then,” she says just as our driver stops in front of our apartment.

I expect her to get out of the car quickly, but she surprises the fuck out of me when she leans across the seat and pecks me on my lips. Her hand comes to my chest and slowly she drags it down all the way to my belt. “Have a good night, Nick,” she whispers.

I stare at her not saying a word.

What the fuck is she up to?

She used to do this all the time; in fact, it was her signature move to let me know she was ready for me to fuck her. She knew damn well, one stroke at my belly and my cock stood at the attention. Now, all I feel is dread seeping out from my pores. She wants something and thinks she can use sex to get it. It would work if she didn’t cut me out completely. In our fucked-up relationship I would fall to my knees a year ago and gave her whatever she wanted. Now, all I can think is her hair is the wrong color, her smell is biting my nostrils and her breath is not the sweet nectar that after one touch of it on my neck this morning every cell in my body demanded more!

“Night,” I say lightly, not giving her any reaction.

I don’t trust her. If I gave in, if I went to the apartment and gave her what she’s asking for, what would she demand when the sun comes up? So, I just sit here, watching. I don’t want to get my hopes up, I’m not sure I’ll be able to live through another disappointment coming from her. As she exits the car, she gives me one final wink. Maybe she had too much to drink? But I didn’t see her drink, she had one flute of champagne in her hand all night, just sipping it slowly. Giving the impression she had numerous ones throughout the evening, but in all reality, keeping her instincts sharp. She gathered information and held it close. And when she thought the time was right, she used it as a weapon. In the early stages of our relationship, she helped me a few times, making my company thrive thanks to her social knowledge. Hell, I was half-way to offering her a partnership in my company before she clarified her intentions to me. Besides, she would never allow herself to lose control because alcohol made her horny as hell and there were no guarantees she wouldn’t end up in some stage of nakedness. I have a few fond memories of us drinking together and what it led to. Damnit, what the hell is going on?

“Let’s go to the office,” I say to the driver as he sits back behind the wheel.

Sighing, I look at the world going by out of my window, but I don’t see it. I think about my life, and what has my marriage come to. About what the hell am I gonna do with my wife, and then my mind shifts, running from the questions I can’t and won’t answer. And all I can see are big blue eyes staring back at me and her words from earlier that day playing in my mind.

If you need anything, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask, Sir.