Before I could get out of the house for my weekend trip with my boss, Mr. Brown—who also happened to my older lover—my husband pulled me in for a kiss. It was awkward, as it had been quite a while since we had been intimate like this, but it was nice. He told me to be safe, and off I went.
The drive to the airport was long and boring—until my phone rang. I expected it to be my husband looking for the diapers or a lost shoe, but it was Mr. Brown. He asked for my location, and then told me to take the exit that came before the airport. I asked where I was going, but he told me not to worry about it, and that he would text me the coordinates to put into my GPS. I followed the directions, and 10 minutes later I pulled into a gravel parking lot. I saw the dresses in the window and realized that this was one of the best boutiques in the area. This shop specialized in designer dresses and jewelry that weren’t available to just anyone.
I got out of my car and walked to the door. When I stepped inside, I could immediately smell fancy perfumes and fresh-cut flowers. Not only was this a boutique, but they also had a small area partitioned off that looked like a fancy salon or spa. I was so anxious that I jumped when someone came over to greet me. She asked if I was Mr. Brown’s guest, and when I nodded, she told me that they would treat me well. I was led to a seat and handed a spa service list. The prices were well above what I could afford, so when she let on that Mr. Brown had set no limit, I was ecstatic. I selected a facial, massage, and body treatment. She then informed me that after my spa treatment, I was to go to the boutique to select a dress for the Gala.
I was pampered from head to toe, and I was so relaxed. I strolled into the area where all the dresses were kept, and while normally I would be too distracted chasing my children around a store to really look, today these dresses had my full attention. The lady helping me brought out a number of dresses. When she laid them out in front of me, I was immediately drawn to a red Herve Leger dress, which ended up being formfitting in all the right places. I did a double take in the mirror—I never thought I would feel as sexy and confident now in my 30s as I did when I was in my 20s. The sales associate picked out a matching necklace and earrings set, along with a pair of cream-colored heels, and then she wrapped it all up. I tipped her generously, signed the receipt, and got back in my car.
I needed to be at the airport in 45 minutes, but first I wanted to text Mr. Brown to let him know how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness. I was at a loss for words. The only thing I could think of texting him was a photo of my delicately laced bra. When his only response was a smile, I knew he was as ready for this weekend as I was.