For more than 11 years, we hadn’t talked at all. I could barely remember his face, how he walked in his suit. Now, on Valentine’s Day, here he was… murmuring words in my ear I never thought I’d hear.
“I need you.”
Oh my.
“I remember you…” his voice came low over the phone. “How much I liked you. You were strong. Solid. I wanted to keep you around.”
He had a proposal.
He wants me bad.
It’s tempting. The power I could wield. But it might all be a deception. He would keep me chained. Held tight in the grip of a ruthless and cunning affair. And I’m working toward a new relationship, one with promise. A relationship with better perks than I ever could have imagined in my wildest dreams.
Something a little more comfortable for me to slip into.
Still, the position he wants to get me into would put such ideas in people’s heads… it would spice things up, make me a little more desirable. After years of being everyone’s second choice, I could finally be the one. This position would lead to other, hotter positions.
But then there’s the other proposition. The one that rescues me right now from the bonds of a passionate, but tempestuous and mostly one-sided love that, if I’m honest, I probably should have saved myself from long ago.
But oh, this new thing… this new thing would let me crack the whip. Dominate.
And I do like being bossy.
Of course, I would be overcome. Made breathless by all that this thing would do to me, all that it would take from me. But I could save myself that way. Redeem my suffering soul. Own it before I walk away.
I won’t prostitute myself for either proposition. I have no idea what would be offered in exchange for my talents. This proposal today could yield more than the other. But I know that the john who pays more doesn’t always treat you better. I learned that the hard way.
And then there’s the new flame burning. Rick. Of course, I can’t make a life decision based on a match that’s only just been struck…
At 6:30pm on Valentine’s Day, I had two men and a woman vying for my attention, my affection, my services. Two of them would pay me. One of them might love me. Whatever I decide could change me forever. And cost me too much.
What is a girl to do?
50 Shades of Grey Pinstripe: The Job?
What happened??
You’ll have to read my next post!
Look forward to that.
Yes, what happened? Don’t keep us in suspense.
Sorry Susan. You’ll have to come back when I post the next entry!
Good ploy!
Just go with Rick. Old flames coming around Valentine’s Day is trouble.
Things aren’t always as they seem… you’ll understand more when you read the next post.
Going to take a cold shower now….
Hehehe.
But I think I know what’s going on, now that I can focus.
From personal experience … if it feels compulsive or obsessive … and whatever has happened, this sounds like it does … skip it.
Things are not always as they seem. In my next post you’ll gain a better understanding.
I’ve always hated serials …
Well deal with it, IC.
Haha. I didn’t intend for it to be a two-parter, actually. But since so many people (ahem – this is how I define “so many”) got hooked, I have to explain, don’t you think?
Wowzers. From someone who actually did make a life decision on a new flame (several of them actually), I say go with your gut. But, then again, what do I know? Good luck!
When I post my next writing, you’ll see what it all means.