The Open Affair . Patsy Ponce
Thane left quite early, around the same time.
Lindsay had never been to his house, yet wasn’t too surprised after seeing the luxury within because Kenzie had talked about it on several occasions. Trying not to question why Kenzie knew so much, Lindsay realized her coworker had been exceedingly accurate when describing Thane’s furniture as well as his ragdoll cat. The fireplace and arched hallways stretched exquisitely, and she gaped over some of the better pieces of artwork.
After Thane poured them both a glass of wine, he handed Lindsay a long-stem glass. “The last time I drank around you, I got in trouble.” She immediately placed her glass on an end-table near her.
After a moment of silence, her head rested against the couch as she stared at the ceiling. Thane did the same, but when they both turned to look at each other, their heads moved surprisingly close. She could see again into those deep, brown eyes and didn’t want to leave.
“These emotions won’t go away, but this whole thing feels wrong.” She exhaled, so sad. “Thane, I’ve fallen for you.”
“I’ve fallen for you, too. That’s why I need to tell you that I can’t work with you anymore at Boehme. I respect you and your relationship with Logan. It’s too hard seeing you every day, always wanting more and knowing I can’t have you. I’ve accepted another job, making a lot more money and working from home. It will be really good for me.”
“But...how can I run the company without you. You know things are so bad. They won’t let me hire anyone else. There’s already too much work. I’ve heard another company in town is just waiting for us to go under so they can take over. Kenzie and I can’t do all this alone. And Boehme’s corporate team is coming out for that vendor party soon. You were helping us plan it.” Although the site wasn’t making a vast amount of revenue, it had the lowest overhead costs. Realizing this, the corporate office had decided to give the employees and local vendors a party after conducting an audit to see how so few employees could accomplish so much.
“I’m sorry,” Thane said, “but I just can’t anymore. You’ll have to figure it out.”
Suddenly, Lindsay thought about truly losing Thane: No longer seeing him walk into the office. Not getting to joke with him or watch him act annoyed. Not getting to see him at all.
And as she looked back into his eyes, she thought of everything she did and didn’t know about him. She knew what his lips felt like pressed longingly against hers, but there was so much more. He put his head in his hands, and she didn't mean to, but her eyes began wandering as she thought about him fully. There was so much she could do to make him feel better….
She remembered then that she’d worn a matching red bra and underwear set. The lace sections showed off her creamy white skin and brought out her eyes in a way that she loved.
Lindsay glanced around the room, fantasizing about how she could drive this man crazy if she wanted to and get both of their minds off work, dying relationships, and all the sad things that had taken root in their lives.
It would be incredibly fun to slowly strip in front of Thane, watching his eyes as she untucked her button-up shirt and slid off her pants so her cloth top dangled, barely covering her lace underwear. Of course, she’d put her high heels back on. What fun would it be without heels?
Then, she’d scandalously unbutton her shirt, until her bra peeked out. And Lindsay would finally show him everything...her breasts, her flat stomach, her tiny red underwear.
If she did take her shirt off, the bra would be next, but she’d only give him a glimpse of her breasts before sauntering over to his kitchen table and leaning across it, ass up...back arched.
She’d make sure he watched as she stretched, then seductively licked her first and middle fingers.
“I want you,” she’d whisper so quietly he’d wonder if he heard her right.
Back still arched, she’d separate her legs and place her hand between them before outlining the edge of her underwear, starting near her ass crack and descending forward. She’d desperately want to pull her panties aside, so she could share with him, all of her forbidden parts, but it wasn’t time yet. And like a game of cat and mouse, she hoped he’d finally fall into her carefully laid trap where she’d drive him so crazy with desire, he couldn’t think of anything else except forcing himself between her legs.
Soon he’d be next to her. She’d guide his hand, having him trace her just as she’d done to herself moments before. Then the red panties would be pulled to the side and she’d beg him to feel her...taste her.
He’d venture in with one finger at first, gently. Then two....
And after a second she’d grab his wrist and pull him so hard into her, rocking against him, moaning, biting her lips and asking him to push hard, feeling deep inside her as she nearly screamed with ecstasy from the pressure and the longing...and the fact that something hard bulged beneath his jeans.
“Taste me? Please?” She’d whimper, willing him to kneel down and bury himself between her legs.
“What are you thinking?” Thane asked, starkly bringing her from her reverie.
“Oh.” She blinked from her thoughts. “I was just thinking about how...crazy...all of this is.”
“It is crazy. I never knew I could feel so sad,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“My heart physically hurts. I’ve just been depressed I guess. I don’t normally feel sad, even when I should. But this is hard.”
“I’ve been there,” Lindsay said. “Years ago, something devastating happened with a man I dated. Then with me and Logan. It brought back bad memories from the past. I was even…suicidal at one point. I think a lot of people have been there, but they don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’ve never been suicidal,” Thane said.
She let out an embarrassed breath. “Well, that’s good.”
“I don’t think many people have been suicidal. I hope you got help?”
“I did. I don’t know, what was going on, but I’m better now.”
“You know, Lindsay, it is scary to get depressed. If someone has a mental illness, they’d be the last one to know.”
He said it so strangely. “Yeah…yeah, right.” She shook herself, wondering if he meant something deeper by saying that. “I’m really, really going to miss you, Thane. But I do think what you’re doing is for the best. Like I said, I’m trying to work on my relationship. I don’t think that will work if I’m around you all the time.” And considering what she’d imagined—moments before—she knew she couldn’t be around Thane much longer without acting on her impulses.
Lindsay stood up, looked down at Thane sadly and then left his beautiful home.
FIVE
Thane edged closer to the door of his ex-wife’s one-bedroom apartment. She lived with a new man now, the same man she’d cheated on Thane with. He hated the man really despite how much time had passed.
Now, thinking about a similar situation with Lindsay and Logan, Thane didn’t feel bad for Logan at all.
Thane had wanted Lindsay since the moment he first saw her. Then, the day she walked into Boehme, he’d vowed to have her despite whatever havoc it might cause—and it had caused havoc already. After the night of the kiss, when he received the enraged phone call, Thane had shockingly worried for Lindsay. Logan also messaged him later, wanting to know if Thane and Lindsay had texted back and forth. Thane refused to answer after that and began wondering why Lindsay stayed with the man. He was sure their fate would mirror his previous marriage. With the trust gone, then he could snatch Lindsay away to do with as he wanted.
After a few moments, Lynn answered the door. Thane looked at her, thinking briefly about how much he’d wanted her in the beginning,