“Diana’s law office,” I answered him.
“That fancy, huh?” he wondered.
“She said she was getting an award, and as her friend I need to make a good impression.”
Michael nodded. “Have a good time,” he said lightly. “I suppose you’ll be late?”
“I suppose so,” I agreed. And that was it, not even the slightest indication that my attire had turned him on or that he had any interest beyond his offhand remarks.
As I walked out the door, the reality of my marriage stung, while the reality of my night suddenly loomed in front of me like a beckoning vision. To my despair and my satisfaction, I had yet another motivation for being hired that night for s*x: it was time to feel desired again, to bring on the allure and the s****l heat. It was time to feel like a woman. It was time for s*x.
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