Obsession. Kayla Perrin
answer.”
Andrew’s hands stilled and he looked at me as if he wasn’t sure he heard me correctly. “You called last night?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“What time?”
“Late,” I answered. “But either you were sleeping, or you were out on the town partying.”
I was joking, but the quizzical look he gave me told me he didn’t think I was. “I guess I was extra tired. It’s been crazy at work with that convention going on. I ended up going in yesterday, since you weren’t here. You should see insurance adjusters throw them back at the bar. And I thought they were dull.”
I slipped my hand between our bodies. His cock was no longer hard. “Hey, big boy. What’s the matter?” I pouted. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Of course I am.” Was I imagining it, or did he sound a tad defensive?
“Then why is it taking you so long to get me naked?” With my legs straddling him, I sat up and pulled my blouse over my head. I made quick work of unfastening my bra. “Touchme, baby. Taste my nipples. I want to you to fuck me so hard, you blow out my back.”
“Sophie,” Andrew said, his tone disapproving.
“Sorry, baby,” I said. Andrew didn’t like it when I cursed. “I just missed you, and you’re playing really hard to get right now.”
Andrew regarded me warily.
“Baby, please don’t tell me you’re too tired for this.” I began stroking him again. “I can do all the work. I just need you to be hard.”
“What exactly happened on your trip?” he asked.
“Meaning?”
“I don’t know. You seem unusually horny.”
Now I sat up and looked at Andrew with a perplexed expression. “Meaning there’s some crazy reason why I want to make love to my husband?”
Andrew’s shoulders moved in a slight shrug.
What was going on? “Do you think I did something wrong while I was away?”
“I didn’t say that.”
He couldn’t have sounded less convincing. He’d never been the jealous or possessive type, and I’d never given him a reason not to trust me. So I had no clue what was really going on here.
“To set the record straight,” I began slowly, sliding off his body, “I didn’t do a single thing you’d be mad at me for. Yeah, I had a lot to drink, stayed up late, and danced like I haven’t since I was in college, but every guy who talked to me knew that I was married.”
Andrew gave no indication that he’d heard me. Instead, he got off the bed and walked out of the room, leaving me confused. Did he not believe me, or was he simply itching for a fight? If that was the case, why was he mad? Because I’d gone away with Marnie? He hadn’t expressed any opposition to me going on the five-day trip.
I didn’t follow him. If he wanted a fight, I wasn’t going to give it to him. I put my shirt back on, knowing that for some crazy reason, I wasn’t getting any sex tonight.
The bedroom door now open, Peaches trotted into the room, determined to get some affection from me. She jumped up onto my lap. I began to massage her neck, taking some comfort from the fact that my pet would always be happy to see me.
A few minutes later, Andrew returned to the bedroom door. He stood there, resting his body against the door frame and looking conflicted.
“Are you mad at me because I went on this trip with Marnie?” I asked, getting to the point.
Andrew drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Something happened,” he said simply.
So work was bothering him. It wouldn’t be the first time that the stress from work continued to bother him when he got home. I was disappointed that his seeing me hadn’t pushed any work issues from his mind, but it was a relief to know that he didn’t believe I’d done anything to hurt him.
“Is it something serious?”
He nodded.
I don’t know why, but I got the sense that this something wasn’t a run-of-the-mill work issue. Maybe Andrew had messed something up at the hotel in a big way and head office was pissed with him. Or perhaps he was involved in a conflict with someone on his staff. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
He stared into my eyes, then looked away, his face filled with angst.
“Andrew.” Just how bad was this? “You know I’ll support you no matter what.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
I frowned at him. Peaches rolled onto her back, giving me access to her stomach while she luxuriated in the attention I was giving her. “Why would you say that? Haven’t I always been there for you?”
When Andrew didn’t answer, achill crept down my spine, leaving a feeling of dread in its wake. It wasn’t like Andrew to not get right to the point. My God, something really awful must have happened.
My heart began to beat fast, several devastating scenarios jumping into my head. Had something happened to his parents? Had he gotten some awful news about his health from his doctor while I’d been away? Had he hit a child while driving?
Andrew sighed heavily. He was taking his time, gearing up to tell me the awful news, but I didn’t think my heart could take it.
“Please, Andrew. Just tell me!”
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yes, I know that,” I replied somewhat anxiously. “But I want to know what happened.”
He couldn’t look at me, making my fear worse. My eyes misted. Obviously, what had happened had been serious enough that Andrew hadn’t wanted to disturb me while I was on my trip.
I croaked, “Someone died?”
“No.”
“No?” A relieved giggle escaped my throat. “Thank God, Andrew.” I paused. Took a deep breath. “But something serious did happen, didn’t it?” Maybe he had gotten some awful news from his doctor.
“I…”
I waited. Listened. “What, baby?”
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
Those weren’t the words I’d expected to hear, and they caught me off guard, like biting into an apple and finding it’s filled with mold.
I gave him an odd look. “I don’t understand.”
“I…I did something. Something I’m not proud of.”
This had to be work related, some major screwup that had the head honchos breathing down his neck. God, maybe he’d been fired! Andrew was a manager at the Pelican Hotel and Resort in Kissimmee, close to Disney World, and the job had its share of stress. The people at Head Office didn’t always agree with how Andrew and his team ran things at the hotel.
But surely whatever he’d done wasn’t bad enough to get him fired.
“Jesus, this is so…” Andrew didn’t finish his statement.
“So what?” I prompted.
“I had an affair,” he blurted, so quickly that I was certain I hadn’t heard him correctly. After all, the cat’s loud purring could have made me mishear.
“What did you say?” I asked for confirmation, expecting him to say something else. Confirm for me that I’d misheard.
He looked at me now. “I had an