I have fifteen minutes to spare before Scott is expected back so I focus on looking good for him as a damage control measure. When I hear the door handle, I do one last quick check of myself, making sure I approve, hair, makeup, outfit, all look good. It’s my way of dampening the situation. I notice the scent of his perfume making its way to me and the six o’clock shadow is drawing me in.

His eyes leave mine but only to take in the rest of my appearance. Is he undressing me with them? I feel them glide over my breasts, hover between my legs, and then slowly...