Thankfully, you don’t make me wait much longer. I hear the knock and I take a deep breath. I stand up from the couch and head for the front door. I glance at my reflection in the mirror in the entryway. I stand up straight, admiring the shape I’ve kept myself in and determined to erase any thoughts that this afternoon’s discovery had anything to do with me. I’m going to prove to myself that I’m every bit as sexy as I’ve always been, and the cheating was just him enjoying the attention of some bimbo with daddy issues.
One last deep breath, then I swing the door open with a big smile. I’m glad to see your style hasn’t changed. Nicely fitted slacks and shirt, rolled up almost to your elbows as usual. I find myself wondering if you’re wearing that particular shirt on my birthday because I know I’ve complimented you for wearing it, or if it’s just a coincidence. It’s a bit of a stretch on my part, or is it? You’re holding a bag from my favorite bakery. I know that’s not a coincidence because it is very far out of the way from your new office. I don’t want to count chickens before they’re hatched, but I’m very optimistic about my chances with you as I invite you in.
I lead you to the living room and offer a seat on the couch. Before you sit, you turn to me and extend the bag.
“This is for you, Kaitlyn.”
I smile. “I was hoping you’d say that when I saw the bag!”
“I just wanted to do something special for your birthday. I don’t want to disturb you.”
“You couldn’t! Please, I already poured you wine.” You are never one to impose, so I figured I might need to pour in advance to make it harder to say no.
“As long as I’m not bothering you, I’d be happy to stay and catch up a bit.”
“Again, you couldn’t.” I peek in the bag. It’s one of the bakery’s small cakes. Doable for one but definitely a size better shared. “Shall I get us some forks?”
“Oh, I guess I just assumed that you would have it with your husband as dessert. But I guess that’s silly. He probably already has plans for you guys tonight and will have dessert covered.”
I hide the bitterness with a fake smile until the feeling passes. “No, I don’t know what he wanted to do for me tonight, but he had some other plans come up.”
“On your birthday?!?” The shock on your face is sweet, giving me some of the ‘it’s not me, it’s him’ feeling I was expecting. I’m more ready than ever to jump on top of you and make you take me.
“Good thing I have a friend like you so it doesn’t matter,” I reply, turning for the kitchen and making sure that you get a great glimpse of my toned, round ass in the skintight skirt. I hope you enjoy the show. I come back out with the cake on a small plate and two forks. “Sorry, this is the last plate, so we’ll have to share.” It’s a lie.