Chapter One

 

Abby explains it again and continues to take in her confused expression which she knows all to well. Scarlett can be nothing other than herself in front of Abby. There is no pretense, the love she has for her is too great. She can’t help but be honest. Abby’s suggestion is out of character with the way she has been behaving lately, hence Scarlett’s baffled expression.

“Don’t you like the idea? Peter wants to talk about it when he gets back.”

“I do, but do you, Abby? I thought you were more comfortable staying at home?”

“I think it will be good for me.”

“You’re right, it will.”

“I want us to go. So, what do you think?”

“It sounds good.” Scarlett more than liked it, she loved it. But, after the last trip out together and with Abby’s vague explanation for her odd behavior she was still waiting for her to talk it over. She had considered they may not venture out ever again. Abby was still mulling over her own experience and refused to talk about it until she had settled it in her own mind.

Now she was speaking about the party. The only one she had been to with Abby, and as an unexpected guest, was at the annual Christmas works get together at her home. On that occasion, she had been formally introduced to Abby’s husband, Peter. Since that night, she’d had sex with Abby and her husband every day and many times a day. It felt like she was on top of her game, winning an Olympic gold medal in sex.

“You told me the date wasn’t set, but the invitations were sent out last year.”

“I know, they only confirmed the date this morning, it’s only a few days from now. We agreed we wouldn’t go when the invite first arrived, but that would have been the last time they asked us. There is such a long waiting list for the party, and if you don’t attend, you’re taken off the list after the second invite. Then you turned up, and well, Peter rang this morning and told me I needed to talk to you about getting my head straight. To tell you the truth, if you are coming, then I can’t wait.”

Scarlett had been to the party before, and at some point, she needed to tell them. Until then she would have to work on Abby. Peter was right, she had to get her head straight. She was like a broken traffic signal flashing between stop and go. Peter had refused to speak with Scarlett alone on the issue and insisted that Abby be there when they were talking about her.

Scarlett’s day job involved analyzing the executives of Abby’s father’s company. She provided this type of service for her couple too and helped them through any problems they were having. The relationship was built on trust and her couple gave way to the natural resistance people put up when someone in the family offers such advice. Abby was almost entirely dependent upon Scarlett for tough decisions, but Peter was a different story altogether. He always worked problems into the conversation and let her suggest solutions, and most of the time would use her recommendations. The reward from Peter was giving her a treat that she lived for.

“As Pete is away until tomorrow, I would like to take you to that restaurant where they have private booths and only serve champagne and finger food.”

“I like that place, but it’s an hours’ drive to get there.”

“Well then, we should get ready straight away. I have ordered a car to pick us up at 7.30 pm. Come, we can shower together to save time.”

“Great idea, but I don’t think we’ll be any quicker.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise. I don’t want to turn into bedroom Abby just before we go out.”

“Okay, let’s get going,” she replies checking her watch - another gift from Abby and one of many - a platinum Lady-Datejust Rolex. Abby told her it had a subtle look about it so she could wear it every day without people making any comments. Abby didn’t do subtle, and when Scarlett found out the price, she knew it was anything but subtle.

As they got to the top of the stairs, Scarlett asks a fatal question, “What are you going to wear tonight?” Abby stops dead in her tracks. Damn it she thinks.

Abby breezes into her closet and sweeps her hand along the lengthy rail of clothes, “We need more time.”

“We all want more time, it’s one of the conundrums of life. Please, let me pick something for you to wear. I’m looking forward to having a romantic meal with you.”

“Okay, I would like that,” she breathes a sigh of relief. Once she has Abby out of the house, she will change into the freakishly confident women the outside world knew. In her workplace, Abby had the respect of her colleagues, including her boss who had to beg her to take the position. The way Abby worked it she had all the men around bending to her will, no one wanted to take her on. Loved or despised, she was feared for the power moves she used to outmaneuver anyone, well in advance of any of her competition. No one dared cross her. The fact that her father was a self-made billionaire did not matter.

During the two months of their intense relationship, Abby had laid her soul bare to Scarlett and given her full control. She was completely submissive to her will. It was an unreserved and unconditional love affair which the pair shared on equal terms. Scarlett would kill to protect this woman. If only she would open up this evening and talk about the difficulties of being herself away from the house, it was a complete changeover from the Abby she first met. She wanted them both to be happy.

She chooses a dress which Abby loves wearing and picks the underwear she wants to see her in later.

“Thank you, baby, I am so lucky to have you.”

“I only want the best for us, Abby, you know that.”

“I’d like you to wear the green dress tonight.”

“Wow, it’s an expensive dress to be sitting down to eat in. I thought that maybe we would….”

“I don’t care, Scarlett, you are worth it, please, just for me.”

“Okay, I’ll wear it if you promise to not spend so much money on me from now on. I’m not used to having someone spending their money on me like you do.”

“Okay, I promise I’ll stop until next week at least.”

“Abby, no…”

“But I’ve already bought your birthday present.”

Scarlett sighs, as Abby stands in front of her naked, with her hands on her hips.

“Now you listen to me, Scarlett. My father told me last week that you have saved him a fortune from avoiding crucial errors in his business. When I asked him exactly how much, he said it was more than twenty million dollars, in the last 12 months alone. Twenty million Scarlett! He also said there are other areas of the business too, one’s he can’t put a price on where you’ve helped. So, when I buy you an expensive watch and a new Mercedes for your birthday…oh, shit….”

“A what? Abby, that’s….”

“Fuck, me and my big mouth, Peter’s going to be pissed. Anyway, that’s the end of it.”

Scarlett stands there stunned for a moment, then moves to the bathroom to finish undressing from her work suit, the two of them stand there facing each other naked. She knows she must take control otherwise the evening out would disappear in an instant if Abby gets her hands on her.

“Get in the shower now.” Abby smiles at her, knowing she has got away with it.

Scarlett knows that smile all too well. Her heart beats fast, and her breathing is labored. She has never been treated this well by someone before, it feels good she must admit.

Leaving Abby alone in the shower for a few minutes, she prepares their clothes in the adjoining dressing room. At least it will help them get out of the front door in time for the driver. Hopefully, he was their regular guy. Scarlett has an understanding with Steve, she knows his secrets and feels safe in his car. If she and Abby get a little carried away in the back seat on the ride home, she has nothing to worry about with him driving.

She moves to the wet room joining Abby, she spins her around so she can wash her back, then slaps her butt, pushing her out of the shower, “Get ready, the car will be here soon.”

“But Scarlett….”

“No, but, if we mess this evening up, I will tie you up to the bedpost and make you watch me read my book all night.”

Abby drops her eyes and disappears to get ready.