Chapter Thirteen
Having to Earn It
Alex had just put a casserole in the oven when Kimberly came in the front door, returning from work. He rushed to meet her. The sight of her, dressed in a peach sweater and a calf-length white skirt, her white heels on over white nylons, caused Alex’s knees to buckle. He fell at her feet and bent forward to kiss them before he realized Kimberly was carrying something that she was intent on keeping hidden. Her arms were folded over it; and, when Alex peeked up, she turned and squealed and told him no. “Stay,” she said and ducked into the bedroom.
Alex couldn’t guess what his mistress was up to. When she returned, leaning in the hallway doorframe, smiling teasingly, Alex was still on his knees. He rose up. “May I see what you brought?”
She moved sideway
