An Unsavory Past

He heard his name and looked up from the newspaper he was reading. He removed his glasses, stiffening when he saw a familiar figure approaching him. What the hell did she want?

“Hello, Lover,” she said, when she reached him. A little smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled slowly and deliberately over him.

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

“Why not? You were once my lover, weren’t you?”

“That was a terrible mistake which I still regret to this day.”

“You didn’t think it was a mistake when we used to sneak around, did you?”

“What do you want, Chelsey.”

“Well, I wanted to see you, Roche. That’s why I went to the office with my step-father last week Friday. I was looking forward to seeing you but you weren’t there, you naughty boy.”

“Well, it was just my luck that I had an off-site meeting that day but my bad luck today because I’m sitting here talking to you.”

“You have no idea how boring it was sitting there in the reception area, watching people come and go and none of them was you.”

“Frankly, I don’t give a damn.”

“My step-father told me that you have a girlfriend.”

“I wish he hadn’t told you that.”

“I asked if you still worked at the company and he mentioned that you had a girlfriend. Is it serious between you and her?”

“That’s really none of your business, is it?”

“Does she know about me?”

“I prefer that she doesn’t.”

“Why? Are you afraid that if she found out about us that she’d dump you like your fiancée dumped you?”

“Lauren dumped me because of the bloody email you sent to her with those images.”

“Oh, those. They were pretty racy, weren’t they? Especially the ones of us on the sofa in your office.” She had recorded them using what looked like a cellphone charger but was actually a spy cam.

“It gave you a kind of sadistic pleasure recording us having sex and then, sending that email to her, didn’t it?”

“I must admit that it did. It’s too bad that you broke up with me when she broke off your engagement. I was hoping that we could continue to see each other and–“

“You’re out of your mind. When I found out what you had done, I wanted absolutely nothing more to do with you. You’re a she-devil.”

“Now, that’s not a nice to say about me.”

“It’s the ugly truth, Chelsey. You’re a twisted and disturbed little girl.”

Her mouth tightened. “That was no little girl you were having sex with in those hotel rooms.”

“I was having sex with a she-devil and had no idea until Lauren showed me those images.”

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“I still have them, you know and I look at them everyday. They bring back such wonderful memories. What do you say, Roche. There’s a fine hotel about twenty minutes from here. Why don’t we go there now and enjoy some great mind-blowing sex–the kind you and I used to have with each other three times a week last year?”

“You’re out of your twisted little mind. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”

“That’s a shame. Oh, well, there are plenty of other fish in the sea.”

“I wonder who your next unsuspecting victim will be.”

“You don’t worry your gorgeous head about that. I’ll leave you to your dull newspaper and your dull girlfriend but, if you change your mind–“

“I will never change my mind.”

“Suit yourself. Ta-ra, Lover.” She gave him a sweet smile before she turned on her heel and walked away.

He watched her go. That was one disturbed girl. If he had known last year what he knew now about her, he never would have had the affair with her. He would have avoided her like the plague. He pitied the next man who fell into her clutches.

Source: Kim Komando

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