“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven missed calls?” I mumbled to myself…and all from her. She must miss me.

I finished up in my office for the night and went down to the parking lot. I should probably call her.

“Hello?”
“What’s the plan for tonight, love?”
“Oh! I wasn’t sure if you were going to come Alex. I mean, your husband coming home early from his trip and all…”
“No worries. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

There was a pause on the other line, “What are you going to tell him?”
I thought about it for a second then replied with a grin, “I guess I’m working late again.”

I ended the call.

I wanted her. I’ve been thinking about that little brunette during my meeting all day. If I didn’t see her tonight, I surely would have frigged myself senseless before I went home.

Megan…my sexy Megan. She’s only 18, and fresh out of high school. I met her at a bar and we hit it off. We both got drunk and made out in a bathroom stall. I knew it wasn’t right; I was married! But yet I went back to the same bar at the same time the following weekend. Gut told me it was to see her again, but I didn’t want to admit it. I was about to turn around and leave when I saw her, and about a second later she saw me.