Alex
I WALKED INTO THE HOUSE and placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. I’m taking Chloe’s suggestion and playing hooky from the store tomorrow. I stocked up on all of Moses’ favorite foods. I spent the afternoon at the spa. I got a facial, salt scrub, mani and pedi. I cancelled the massage, because the only thing I need to get rid of the tension in my body, is a few hours with my husband.
My plan is quite simple. After my quiet time and workout in the morning, I’ll get all dolled up and be sitting in bed with the sheet barely covering me. Then, when he opens his eyes, in the sexiest voice I can muster, I’ll say, “Good morning, Baby.” If things go as planned, it will be a very good morning…afternoon and possibly evening, too.
I opened the refrigerator and started putting up the groceries. I closed the door and standing in front of me was my husband. The six foot plus of dark hot chocolate I pledged to love no matter what. Only thing is he forgot to tell me that when he’s writing, we both become celibate.
This is the first time I’d seen him at night. It’s also the first time I’d seen him and it wasn’t a Sunday.
I backed up and found myself pinned between Moses and the white marble counter. I stood still and looked at his eyes, hoping for a sign. He stepped closer and I swallowed hard.
Suddenly, he walked away. What the crap was that about? A few minutes later, he returned.
“Get your jacket and bag.”
The first words I’d heard from him since Sunday. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He walked away again and suddenly the house was dark except for the kitchen. He returned and repeated his order. “I said, get your stuff.”
My stuff or my bag? Was I being put out? “Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Excuse me?” I’m not going anywhere. This is my house and I’m not leaving.
“Get your stuff, or do I need to get it?” He started walking towards me.
Grams didn’t tell me he also gets a little crazy when he writes. I looked at my watch, seven thirty. It was ten thirty in New York…too late to call her. The closer he got, the more I felt inclined to see where this was going. I looked him up and down. I had a lot of pent up energy, and felt I could take him down with one punch. But then I remembered, he was taller, bigger, and probably had more pent up energy than I had.
I walked around the counter, picked up my bag and jacket and went out to the garage. I saw the door to the Aston was open and I got inside. I locked my seat belt on, clutched my bag and said a silent prayer.
In a matter of minutes we were on the 405 freeway headed south at a record-breaking speed. About an hour later we exited the freeway, drove down a dark deserted road, and turned left. A few minutes later another left, and then a right. We pulled into the driveway of a strange little house. He got out and walked over to help me out of the car. Nothing looked familiar.
“Where are we?”
No reply. He closed the car door, turned and started walking towards the front door of the house. I evaluated my surroundings. If I went inside, at least I could get his keys and leave him here.
I followed him inside and was instantly mesmerized by the view, and the moonlight bouncing off the ocean. I looked around and Moses was talking to a strange man in a dark suit. I stepped a little closer so I could hear their conversation.
“Sir, everything you requested is here.”
“Thank you.” Moses handed him what I presumed was a large tip. Oh great, he’s going to dump me here and hired this man to take care of me. I can’t even call for help, because I don’t know where I am.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” The gentleman asked.
“No, thank you.”
“Good night, Miss.” I turned and gave a slight smile. The assassin is always polite before he kills his mark.
The strange man left and closed the door. Now I was confused. I turned around and saw Moses headed down the hall. I waited a few minutes and followed him. I stopped at the first open door and looked inside. Lying on the beautiful bed, fully dressed, and asleep, was my husband. I stood in the doorway smiling. I walked over, took his shoes off, pulled the throw over him, and kissed him on the temple.
I looked around the room and spotted a bag with my name on it. I looked inside and pulled out the card, “Happy Date Night.” He remembered. I felt like an idiot.
I opened the bag and found a little something from my favorite lingerie store, The Pink Duchess, and a bottle of Chanel parfum and body creme. I took a shower, covered myself in the Chanel goodies and climbed into bed next to him.