…Michael stepped out through the door of his plane, seeing Christy by the car for the first time. She seemed so distracted. He realized sadly that she used to light up the moment she saw him for the first time after a trip, but not any more.
“Honey, I can’t believe you met me here,” Michael said, breaking Christy’s train of thought. “And you brought me an Amstel. I love you.”
Dammit, she thought when she realized she had missed her chance to flash him. He took the glass from her hand, then kissed Christy with the passion he’d shown when they were first married. She returned the sentiment as enthusiastically as she could.
Christy would have given anything to feel amorous at this moment. If only she weren’t so tired. When Michael finally let go, Christy stepped back and discreetly opened her coat, revealing his prize.
“You are so sexy,” he said.
“Come in the car and let me show you just how sexy I can be,” she whispered.
Anthony put Michael’s bags in the trunk as the couple piled into the backseat. “I’ll put up the partition,” Michael said, pressing the button to raise the soundproof privacy window.
Michael drank his champagne and opened his wife’s coat, burying his head in her breasts. “God how I’ve missed these.” Christy closed her eyes and moaned as though she was turned on even though she was thinking about firing Rick Slotnik who was doing a terrible job making the sex scandal disappear.
Michael pulled Christy’s coat off entirely and admired her body. “Mmmm, you’re so hot.” She moaned as he ripped off his clothes. In a frenzy, Michael kicked over the ice bucket. Christy made fake orgasm sounds, all the while wondering which of Katherine’s ex-lovers would come out of the woodwork next and why they were claiming to have had sex with Christy.
Was it possible that Katherine was behind this? She felt Michael’s heart pounding as he lay on top of her.
