43 wivesbehavingbadly

"nathan , what would you say if i went back to work full time  ?"
"that again ,: said nathan .
" that again ." i echoed .
seven years ago timom , my boss , had called me into his office at vistemax . on the the door , there was a plaque that read EDOTOR , WEEKEND DIGEST . i remember in particular the emphatic curve of the d . TIMON , WHO MODELED HIMSELF ON GORDON GEKKO . was in full pinstriped suit and braces . " look , we want you to take over from rose ." timon never bothered much with preliminaries .
my skirt was short , the skin of my legs was buffed , creamed , and polished . my heels were high , my hair lustrous with youth . . with the aid of kohl and gray eye shadow , my eyes were darkly inviting . i had dreams of domination : not the sexual kind , but of being able to manage my life effortlessly ." are you sacking rose , timon  ?"
he sent me his best gekko look ." you know perfectly well that is what you have been angling for ."
the previous evening , nathan had slipped into my bed , shuddering with emotion . he had left rose . " this is a new beginning ." at that point , he had no intention of marrying me but he craved the transcendence of he love affair . he gazed so deeply into my eyes that he was in danger of x-raying my skull , and i grew uncomfortable with the intensity . nathan was funnyt , tender , and much politer than i was used to in my lovers ." do you mind ?" " may i ?" as we moved this way and that on my cheap , inadequate double bed , sealing his arrival , i told myself that rose did not deserve to keep him .