I open my eyes and have no idea where I am, but I do know that I am not in my own house, and within moments, the events of the previous evening flood back into my mind. The potential harm I may have caused sends shivers through my body. In addition to the fact that I am still wearing my top, my lower half also appears to be whole. The question is whether I dare turn back and see my current location. And what I am doing here, or who I am with.
With trepidation, I tilt my head away from the wall, but all I can see is a cozy bed and a wall. There's a glass of orange juice next to my bed and dark navy sheets that smell like Rory when I flip over. When the thought occurs to me, "What if it's poisoned?" I sit up and drink the juice in one sitting.He may lock me up in a farmhouse and beat the soles of my feet into submission, like in the movie "Misery." I return the remaining liquid to its place and step back onto the hardwood floor. Our room's window looks out into the barn where we're staying. Perhaps he's psychotic, but he doesn't need a spy hole in the shower to keep an eye on the ladies in the hot tub — he just stares out the window! I reach down and grab my purse from the foot of the bed, ensuring he hasn't taken my phone in a typical murderer's move. The phone is working, and thank goodness, because Kerry just sent me an SMS. Please accept my apologies; I anticipate arriving within the next twenty minutes. Is she really running late? Shit!I rush down the lovely stairs and into Rory's kitchen, where I find him standing with papers strewn everywhere. He glances up as I stagger, feeling shaky from yesterday night's binge drinking. After seeing me in my horrible make-up from last night, with my phone and bag in hand, Rory grins graciously at me. A cheerful "Good morning," he says.To show my agreement, I nod my head. Excuse me, but I must leave... I apologize for my tardiness and head out the door. He approaches me with a cautious step, his dark eyes taking in my entire face.Is everything all right? he inquires.I tell him, "not really," and he seems taken aback by my answer. How was your evening?"To which she replies, "Nothing," shrugging. We kissed, and you passed out on my bed since we were both a little tipsy.I asked, "Where did you sleep?"Where?" "In my bed," he says with a grin.The meaning of this is lost on me. "So where exactly did I pass out?"Placed "in my bed."That means we shared your bed, right? In that regard, let me elaborate.He gives a casual nod of assent. But nothing actually happened—you were unconscious, and it's just as well that I'm not a necrophile.We sigh with relief and say, "Oh good, that's reassuring." I'm about to go when he clears his throat as if he has something else to say, so I pivot around to face him again."Hey, I need to beg a favor of you." What we need is a favor! So, what exactly can I give him? I hope he isn't asking me to shit on him like some weirdo!I firmly declare, "I won't shit on you." Kerry warned me about these thugs.“What?” When questioned, he inquires."It was heard."His head shakes in disapproval. I mean, why the heck would you even...."I remain silent and allow him to elaborate on his "favor." From how he walks and moves, I can tell he is uncomfortable asking for help."I need some extra time to do the farm evaluation. Here we go, then! I wish he had been more interested in Coprophilia."Why is that?" I lose it; I can't keep my temper from flaring. I had a sudden pang of guilt, wondering whether he tried to sleep with me to get this favor.To the papers before him, he averts his gaze. I'm not in the best place mentally; my dad passed away a month ago, and I've been left to cope with everything on my own.I knew a farm was changing ownership, but I didn't know it was this one. There was no acceptable reason to fall behind in work; problems at home were not acceptable, nor were the inherent dangers of working on a farm.The speaker said, "Look, I don't believe we can - "Just ignore my question; it's none of my business. Perhaps a disastrous first evaluation is needed to prove to everyone that "I can do this."As his
I see Rory driving his tractor in the field next to the huge house as I wave Kerry goodbye from my car. I drive there to inquire about the best time to lend a hand. I am confident in my plan as I head out to the field. I'm not an idiot; I realize this is completely against my values and morals. I'm a judgmental married woman who can't fathom the allure of extramarital affairs for both sexes. I felt sorry for the kids caught in the crossfire and angry at the homewreckers who had intervened and enabled it to happen.But as I draw nearer and watch the grin spread over Rory's face as he recognizes me, I remember why I can't say no. He pulls over to the side of the road beside the fence and parks the tractor. As I climb the fence to look at him closer, I groan and roll my eyes at the logical part of my brain.As in, "When would you like me to drop by?" I ask.In an hour, we can all sit down for a meal together."Oh, ok." Here, I'm just experimenting with fire. I give him a smile back and w
My heart is racing, and I feel queasy when I knock on the farmhouse door. I am about to lose it as Rory walks through the door wearing nothing but pants. I take a few deep breaths, one in each nostril, and slowly follow him into his kitchen. I'm amazed at his cooking skills right now. He is a present that keeps on giving.I'm assuming you're a spaghetti fan.I give a polite nod, covering up how amazed I really am. To cover his broad shoulders, he walks over to the chair his t-shirt is draped over and does so. Don't worry about me; I nearly always end up talking out loud. He responds, and I can tell by the look on my face that I am not pleased.He excuses his absence of a t-shirt by saying sheepishly, "I didn't want to get spaghetti sauce on it."I can't help but remark, "It smells great." As I cross the sizzling pan, the aroma fills my lungs. Can we skip the small talk and get right to business? I am interested as to how much of a time commitment it will take to organize all of his pa
He tosses the noodle back into the pot, splashing it all over his white tee.“Shit!” They hear him howling.So, I go over to his side of the counter again. Is everything well with you? I ask. His lovely white shirt is now stained with crimson sauce.His head shakes in disapproval. He finally snaps, "See, this is what I was trying to prevent." To which the respondent enquired, "You have a son?"To what end were you avoiding me? Which came first, the flaming tomato sauce or the reality that I'm a happily married mother of two?Both," he says with a chuckle. He removes his tee shirt again, and the sight of his half-naked figure makes me weak in the knees. I should be escaping from his deceptive grins and teasing remarks as quickly as possible. There's no doubt in my mind that he has feelings for me; after all, we wouldn't have come here if we weren't both hoping for a certain outcome. As he hands me the bowl of spaghetti, I bite down hard on my lower lip. I can't bring myself to sit down
Rory approaches me and stands next to me. He greets you with a kind "hello" and a slightly seductive tone.Uncomfortably, I offer a grin. “Hello.”As he mutters softly in Scottish, his powerful palm flicks a strand of my hair away from my face.My body tensely stiffens. Why ask that question if you don't have to get up early. As fear grows within me, I wonder.In an intimate gesture, he slides his finger to my lower lip and strokes it. His "shhhhhhh" draws me closer to him, and his warm breath on my face sends shivers down my spine. The pace of my breath quickens to match his, and we're both moving to the same beat in an instant. We each stare at one another silently, taking in the details of their faces. His brown eyes were dark and deep as they stared into my blue ones, who craved every part of him. His accent and low voice make me even hotter. He says in a low voice, "You do something to me, and I simply can't stop myself."As I try to think of a response, he presses his lips to mi
He leans over and kisses me briefly on the side of the face before dragging himself out of bed. I watch him get dressed in his boxer shorts and T-shirt from under the covers. I'm going to presume he'll get his jeans from downstairs on his way out.This time he leans in and kisses my face. Thanks for last night, he adds as his smile grows cheekier as he continues to stare at me.Don't bring it up. Oh, and keep your mouth shut around Kerry. Don't forget that I'm a married woman."In agreement, he gives a little nod. Do you think I'd forget?When I hear his footsteps leaving the barn, I know it's safe to unwind. I get comfort in the fact that his scent is still there in my bedroom by snuggling up to the pillow he left behind.Suddenly, Kerry appears beside my sleeping body, brandishing a belt. She screams, "You disgusting Hoe," as she brings me out of my stupor. Insanity, what is this?I awaken with a rubbing of the eyes and a sitting up. "What's the deal?" Sluggishly, I inquire.To para
It had been so long since I had touched Lucas's smooth skin or run my fingers through his curly hair, and I missed him more than words could express. A week without him seemed like too much to bear. Again, I dialed Kiran's number, and this time he answered. I didn't bother with a video call because it was beyond Lucas' bedtime, and I hadn't missed Kiran's face. Only 10 minutes were spent on the phone while Kiran updated me on Ben's progress in retrieving the sofa. Even though we were never the madly in love sort of couple, it was distressing to see how far apart we had gotten.The phone conversation solidified my resolve to end my marriage for good. For reasons unrelated to Rory, I never expected we would develop romantic feelings for one another. I had come to terms with Kiran and I being fundamentally incompatible and that we should never have been married for social reasons.When I needed a pick-me-up, I put on a tearjerker. I had just finished sobbing into my bowl of cereal while
I told Rory in the field, "I have postponed your evaluation until next Wednesday." After giving his assent, he dismounted from the horse. As in, "Bareback riding?" I remarked how unusual that was in these times.When he looked at me, he gave me a knowing wink. The optimal approach, in other words.In case he had forgotten, I said, "So I'm heading home tomorrow.""Yeah, I'm aware. Now, go back to the other males in your life.I inhaled deeply. Yes, I was planning to tell Kiran, but I don't want him to believe it's due to anything happening in the mountains, so I'll wait until I get back home.Rory fiddled with the wooden fence he was resting on, picking at the loose planks with his fingers. Does something be taking place in the sky that may be causing this?" He inquired about him in a tone of uncertainty.Now look, we're both legal adults here. After I depart, everything between us will inevitably come to an end. Manchester and Edinburgh are like two different planets; I mean, come on.