Shy wife strolls the neighborhood in the all together.
I looked at my friend. Her eyes were fiery. It looked like she wanted to be the one to take him home. She nodded at me. I walked away with him. A million things went through my head as we walked. I don't know this guy. He could murder me. It's dark, no one would know. I MARRIED. Strange men should not be picking me up in the bar. But despite all this internal dialog, I still left with him.
He opened the car door for me and helped me inside. We pulled out of the parking lot. My friends watched as we drove off. I could feel their jealousy. Dylan placed his hand on my thigh. It sent shivers down my spine. He started to talk. His voice was deep and smooth. It mesmerized me.
"I've really enjoyed our time together tonight." He said.
"Me to," I responded. My voice barely above a whisper.
"I have a dinner I have to go to tomorrow night. I would like you to go with me." Dylan's voice was stern.
"I, .. uh ..." I stammered. Now I had to tell him no. But it was so hard. I struggled. "I can't," I finally managed to say. "I'm married".
"I know you're married and I don't care. I have a dinner tomorrow and I would like you to be my date, Please". He said please again but again it sounded more like a demand than a request. Dylan squeezed my thigh gently. My heart raced in my chest. I became acutely aware of my breathing. I knew I had to say no. "I sorry I can't" I said in my head.
But out loud I said nothing. I looked at him. He was looking at me. His dark brown eyes were piercing. I simply nodded.
"Good," he said. "I will pick you up at 6. Make sure you wear something appropriate. This is a semi formal event so you will need to be a little more dressed up than you are now. But there will be dancing so make sure you pick something you can move in. Also, these things usually go late into the night so make sure you are prepared to be out all night."
"What will I tell my husband?" I asked.
"I don't care. Lie to him if you want, or tell him the truth. Just be ready by 6." Dylan pulled up to my curb. He got out and walked around to open my door. My heart didn't know what to think. I wished he had stayed in the car. How would I explain this tall dark man dropping me off? What will the neighbors think. But on the other hand he was so bold. To drop me off, in front of everyone, at my house. He didn't try to hide or sneak around or anything. It was exhilarating. My heart raced and my hands trembled. Dylan took my hand and helped me out of the car. I looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.
"I really did enjoy our time together," he said again.
"Me too," I conceded.
It took every ounce of strength I had to walk away from him. The only reason I was able to was because he didn't stop me. If he had asked, I would have probably gotten back into his car and gone wherever he wanted me to. But instead I found myself at my front door. I turned the key in the lock slowly, trying to wake up my husband. Luckily he was sound asleep. I slipped into the bathroom and poured myself a bath. The water engulfed my body and I finally started to think clearly again.
My mind ran wild. "You are stupid," it told me. "Why couldn't you just say no. You can't go with him tomorrow. Blow him off." That sounded to me like the best thing to do. I wouldn't tell my husband anything and I just wouldn't go tomorrow. Yes, perfect, but... my mind began to drift. I thought about how he had stood up for us at the bar. I thought about how he shoved that guy so hard he fell. I thought about our dance. His strong hands guiding me, his huge muscles and dark voice. I thought about him opening the car door for me, that was a turn on. And how he was so aggressive in his actions. Almost like he was daring somebody to have a problem with what he was doing. I thought about his piercing eyes. I could feel myself growing wet. Guilt filled my stomach but I quickly pushed it away.
"There's no harm in thinking about it, right? It's not like I'm ever going to see him again.