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Glamour Shots, Chapter 19

Date: 2/8/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

I’ll always be here for you, honey, always. If you’re unhappy about anything, ever, I’ll try to help…you know that. I love you.” We kissed, sweet, gentle and loving, and I gave her a tight squeeze. “I love you too, hon’…more than anything. Talk to you later, okay?” She nodded, and I left with the image of her beautiful face and sweet smile firmly implanted in my mind. At work things went smoothly, and I was quickly into my routine, which allowed me to push my shameful behavior of the previous night to the back of my mind. Marci bounced into my office when she got there, with a breezy good morning and a cup of Starbucks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Hey, boss, how you doing this morning?” She set the cup on my desk. “Black with a little sugar just the way you like it. Recovered from the weekend yet?” “Hi, Marce; thanks for the coffee, and no, not really sure I ever will. It was…different, that’s for sure.” She was watching me, an odd expression on her face, like she wanted to say something. She turned and closed the door. “Can I talk to you about something?” “You’re not quitting, are you?” “What? No, of course not!” I was relieved; she’s a great assistant, my right arm for sure, and possibly psychic. Not an easy act to follow. She bit her lip for a second before continuing. “No, it’s about the party Saturday night.” I groaned inwardly; I really, really didn’t want to discuss the party just then, although I knew it was unavoidable that it would come up. “Can it wait ... until a little later, Marce? I’ve got some things I need to look over, lease changes.” She looked at me. “Are you okay today? You seem down – and you look tired.” “Fine, mostly, but I am tired; didn’t sleep very well. Plus, I need to get this work done.” “Well, if you must. I do want to talk to you though; it’s important.” I wasn’t sure what that meant; I’d assumed she just wanted to tease me and kid around, or do the whole gossip sort of thing she does so well. “Later, Marci, I promise. In the meantime can you get me that old Stewart file? I want to refresh my memory on what this attorney agreed to last time.” She left, and I went to work, still feeling very down and out of sorts, still beating myself up for losing control as I had. She brought me the necessary file, and I spent some time reviewing it, interrupted a couple of times by Charlie dropping in to ask a question about a guy he was working with, a guy that I’d done a couple of deals with in the past. I was deeply involved in the wording of a takings clause when there was a knock on my open door, and I looked up to see Oscar standing there. I smiled at him, and nodded, and he stepped into my office, stopping in the doorway. “Dave, can I close this? I need to talk to you for a minute…privately.” I’d been right; it was going to be one of those kinds of days. “Sure, Oscar, come on in. I needed to take a break and shake the kinks out anyway.” He closed the door, and then took a seat in one of the chairs facing my desk, ...