Derrick, my former older lover, and I had planned our dinner gathering very carefully. He made reservations for both of us, purposely seated in different areas of the restaurant. Since Mrs. Freidman knew who I was, we could not risk her seeing me. My husband, Robert, and I were already at the restaurant when Derrick and his wife arrived. As soon as Derrick walked in, I excused myself to the restroom. We met in the back of the restaurant, hidden from everyone. I gave him a big hug and we both laughed about the situation we had just put ourselves in. We were taking extreme measures just to see each other.
Derrick’s eyes grew big as he looked me up and down. He grabbed my hand and walked me out the back door and to the side of the restaurant. “I decided I want to be inside of you. I am willing to risk it all for you again, Cassie.” My heart skipped a beat and I felt weak in the knees. His words were exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Just this one time or regularly?” I asked, genuinely interested. I wanted him to say regularly, but I knew that that would be playing with fire, so I hoped he would say one time. “I want you to say one time. It’s safer,” I told him.
“Then I’ll say nothing at all.” He pulled my head back and kissed me. The kiss felt familiar and the blood inside of me rushed through my body like a wildfire. I could not contain myself. I wanted him then and there. We kissed with a passion that words could never explain. It was as if our bodies were made for each other—it felt like we belonged together.
“Let’s get back to our spouses,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Let’s eat and then meet up before we leave again.” I wiped the lipstick off his lips and could not help but smile. While there was guilt in my heart, it was deeply hidden at the moment. I felt nothing but desire for Derrick.
We both walked back to our respective tables and enjoyed our dinner, I with my husband and Derrick with his wife. I was not completely present in my conversation with Robert; I was too preoccupied thinking about the events that had just transpired. I ate faster than normal just to try to get dinner over with. I wanted to see Derrick again, but I realized that it didn’t matter. I could not see him until he was done with dinner too. I was consumed with anticipation. As we waited for dessert, I excused myself again and walked toward the ladies’ room. I needed to make sure that my makeup still looked fresh—after all, I would be seeing Derrick momentarily.
When I stepped out of the restroom stall, my heart dropped. Standing in front of the mirror freshening up her makeup was Mrs. Freidman, Derrick’s wife…