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Kate

There are other scenarios here.

That’s what I think about as I sit on the corner of the bed.

The special bed.Special.Made from some bullshit material that doessomethingtosomethingthat promises you a better night’s sleep. The carpeting under my feet. Chosen, paid for, installed. The paint on the walls. Someone paid to do it.

Why couldn’t we have done it ourselves?

Think about it.

Chad and I getting into junky clothes and putting down cheap plastic tarps, vowing not to get paint on the floor. Working together to paint. Complaining about the edges. Messing up. Yellingfuck. I take a paintbrush and flick paint at him. He charges at me, grabs me and rips my clothes off, then fucks me on the floor while the paint dries.

Is that really so much to ask?

Why not skip this stupid trip? Does it really matter? Going to some convention to sit behind a table and talk to other peoplein the field. To mingle and network. For what? What good will it do? Let’s say, for example, somethingbigdoes happen and Chad is offered some insane job in Seattle. Then what? Do we just pack up and move? Is that what I am…? I just move around, following the money. Following my fiancé?

Chad could skip this trip and we could spend two nights in bed.

Nope.

And I guess I get it. You have to work. You have to provide. You have to survive. You have to plan.

So then I should go with him.

I can be his personalfuck doll. I’ll just wait in his hotel room all day. I’ll be naked the entire time. In bed. Or sitting in a chair. Whatever he wants from me.

I’ll send him naughty pictures all day too. Pictures of my breasts. Pictures of my pussy. I’ll fuck myself with objects and tease him. Drive him crazy so that when he finally comes back to the room…I’ll be waiting on my knees for him, ready to suck his cock dry.

The bathroom door opens and Chad comes out with his little leather toiletry bag.

“Last thing and I’m packed,” he says with a smile.

“What is this for again?” I ask.

He laughs. “Work stuff, Kate. That’s all you need to know. This all goes to plan and I’ll spoil us with that vacation. Hey, you’ll be fine on your own, right? Not the first time I’ve had a business trip.”

I nod.

“Your car is fine,” Chad says. “If something were to happen, then just rent something. Oh well, we’ll deal with the credit card charges later in life.” He zips up his suitcase. “Nice of the guy there not to charge me. I wanted to pay. I offered to buy lunch ora six pack of beer or something. Didn’t argue it too much though. Have to admit, he was one scary dude.”

“Scary?”

I feel my panties getting wet.

My fiancé is talking about the man I’m secretly fucking.

And it’s turning me on.

“Yeah,” Chad says. “Not to judge anyone, but holy hell. This guy was big and mean looking. Dangerous looking. I appreciate him helping but I don’t know if I’ll go back there again. Way too intimidating.”

I’m gritting my teeth. My toes are curled tight inside my socks.

My clit throbs, begging for attention.

I take a deep breath.

“Hey, you have nothing to worry about,” Chad says to me. “But I do have to leave. Want to get to the airport really early. I’m meeting up with Scott. We have to look at some quarterly analysis stuff. Boring stuff. Right?”