we’ll stop. It’s as simple as that.”
“Your wife can be so dense sometimes.” Her eyes filled with tears.
“That third person bit is catchy, isn’t it?” he joked, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it on the coffee table next to his. “Come here for a hug, my sweet girl. You’re the smartest and most beautiful woman I know.”
She climbed into his lap and he drew her in, snuggling close. “This is our world, and no one gets to judge. Right now, you’re my priority, and I want to give you what you need. That’s why I’m a little concerned with your sister moving in. Our privacy is very important right now. Our arrangement is new and delicate as we test the waters.”
“I understand.”
“She can’t be in the dark about our role play.”
Michele cleared her throat and squirmed to back up a bit. “We’re meeting at the diner in the morning. I wanted to give you time to digest the idea before telling her you’re okay with this temporary arrangement.”
“I would never go back on my word.” He gently cupped her chin in his hand. “You need to start trusting me, Michele,” he added, arching an eyebrow. “Okay, call when you’re done with breakfast. I told Kurls to get another golf partner, so if she wants to move in tomorrow…”
“I promise, she won’t stay long.”
“Maybe we should form a committee to help her find a job,” he joked, tapping her on the tip of her nose.
* * *
“Well, what did Paul say? Is he okay with me moving in?” Denise asked before Michele even had a chance to take her jacket off and sit down. “I already ordered us coffee.”
“My God, give me a chance to get situated before the barrage of questions.” Michele sat down across from Denise and placed her black leather jacket over the back of a chair. “It’s a little nippy out there this morning, and I’ve really been looking forward to a cup of coffee.” As the server approached with two full cups, Michele smiled at the woman and instantly reached for the cream and sweetener.
“Come on, Michele, what did Paul have to say? I’m sitting on pins and needles here. I can’t stand another night with Roy. If you can believe it, he had a sleepover right in front of me. I had to listen to all the groans and moans for hours, so I didn’t get a lot of rest.” Denise yawned. “Well, did Paul say yes?”
Unfortunately, there was a waitress standing at their table before she could answer. “Are you two ready to order?”
Denise glanced up and blurted out, “Two ham and cheese omelets with dry wheat toast.”
“What kind of cheese? We have—”
“Cheddar,” Denise said, cutting her off, then handed over the two menus. “Well?” she pleaded with her sister.
Michele held her cup up in the air to signify her need for a refill before leaning in closer to Denise. “Okay, I got the Paul seal of approval.” The waitress returned with a steaming pot, and they touched their coffee cups together before letting out a mock cheer.
“Did you have a tough time, or did you just bat your eyes and melt him to your whiny ways? Oh, sorry, I meant wily.”
“Hey, don’t press your luck because I can revoke your residency privileges on a moment’s notice.” She winked and took a sip of coffee. “Actually, Paul was very sympathetic… all we have to do is adhere to a few minor conditions.”
Another server set their omelets and a plate of toast down on the table. “Is there anything else you need?”
“We’re fine, thank you,” Denise replied hurriedly. As the waitress walked away, she returned her attention to Michele. “Conditions? What kind of conditions? This isn’t going to be like living with dad, is it?”
“All Paul really wants is that you respect the way we live.”
“I have no problem with that. What you two do is your business.”
Michele took a bite of her omelet then pointed her fork at Denise. “There is one other thing.”
“I knew this couldn’t be easy. Spit
“Your wife can be so dense sometimes.” Her eyes filled with tears.
“That third person bit is catchy, isn’t it?” he joked, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it on the coffee table next to his. “Come here for a hug, my sweet girl. You’re the smartest and most beautiful woman I know.”
She climbed into his lap and he drew her in, snuggling close. “This is our world, and no one gets to judge. Right now, you’re my priority, and I want to give you what you need. That’s why I’m a little concerned with your sister moving in. Our privacy is very important right now. Our arrangement is new and delicate as we test the waters.”
“I understand.”
“She can’t be in the dark about our role play.”
Michele cleared her throat and squirmed to back up a bit. “We’re meeting at the diner in the morning. I wanted to give you time to digest the idea before telling her you’re okay with this temporary arrangement.”
“I would never go back on my word.” He gently cupped her chin in his hand. “You need to start trusting me, Michele,” he added, arching an eyebrow. “Okay, call when you’re done with breakfast. I told Kurls to get another golf partner, so if she wants to move in tomorrow…”
“I promise, she won’t stay long.”
“Maybe we should form a committee to help her find a job,” he joked, tapping her on the tip of her nose.
* * *
“Well, what did Paul say? Is he okay with me moving in?” Denise asked before Michele even had a chance to take her jacket off and sit down. “I already ordered us coffee.”
“My God, give me a chance to get situated before the barrage of questions.” Michele sat down across from Denise and placed her black leather jacket over the back of a chair. “It’s a little nippy out there this morning, and I’ve really been looking forward to a cup of coffee.” As the server approached with two full cups, Michele smiled at the woman and instantly reached for the cream and sweetener.
“Come on, Michele, what did Paul have to say? I’m sitting on pins and needles here. I can’t stand another night with Roy. If you can believe it, he had a sleepover right in front of me. I had to listen to all the groans and moans for hours, so I didn’t get a lot of rest.” Denise yawned. “Well, did Paul say yes?”
Unfortunately, there was a waitress standing at their table before she could answer. “Are you two ready to order?”
Denise glanced up and blurted out, “Two ham and cheese omelets with dry wheat toast.”
“What kind of cheese? We have—”
“Cheddar,” Denise said, cutting her off, then handed over the two menus. “Well?” she pleaded with her sister.
Michele held her cup up in the air to signify her need for a refill before leaning in closer to Denise. “Okay, I got the Paul seal of approval.” The waitress returned with a steaming pot, and they touched their coffee cups together before letting out a mock cheer.
“Did you have a tough time, or did you just bat your eyes and melt him to your whiny ways? Oh, sorry, I meant wily.”
“Hey, don’t press your luck because I can revoke your residency privileges on a moment’s notice.” She winked and took a sip of coffee. “Actually, Paul was very sympathetic… all we have to do is adhere to a few minor conditions.”
Another server set their omelets and a plate of toast down on the table. “Is there anything else you need?”
“We’re fine, thank you,” Denise replied hurriedly. As the waitress walked away, she returned her attention to Michele. “Conditions? What kind of conditions? This isn’t going to be like living with dad, is it?”
“All Paul really wants is that you respect the way we live.”
“I have no problem with that. What you two do is your business.”
Michele took a bite of her omelet then pointed her fork at Denise. “There is one other thing.”
“I knew this couldn’t be easy. Spit
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