Song of the Quiet Flame
What a small world.
As Elaine Johnson was checking in at the hotel front desk, she happened to bump into Jasper Carter's young mistress —a girl who looked like an innocent college student.
She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, pure and demure, with a shy, sweet smile.
"Hello, here's your room key. You'll be staying in the executive suite on the top floor," the receptionist said.
"Thank you, miss," the girl replied softly, taking the key.
Just then, her phone rang.
Elaine overheard her speaking bashfully to the person on the other end: "Mr. Carter, I... I'm already here. When will you be coming?"
Her tone was soft, a little nervous, filled with affectionate anticipation.
A moment later, Elaine heard her add, "Mhm, I'll wait for you. No rush. Please drive carefully, Mr. Carter."
The girl's voice was so sweet and tender, it could have melted anyone's heart.
Elaine could not help thinking that her husband had good taste — the girl was young and beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, the kind of woman any man would find hard to resist.