“Oh, ha… she is just enjoying the peace and quiet away from the kids.” Owen shrugged as he half-heartedly flipped through some financials. His attention distracted by the direction of this conversation.
“Hmmm.” Gregg rubbed his chin, staring down at the papers with little interest.
“If I had a wife like her I’d want to spend some quality time with her.” He chuckled as he looked out towards the water again.
Owen looked up at Gregg with an awkward smile. He felt bad for the old man. His wife left him some time ago because his career was more important. Now he gives Owen unsolicited life advice about how he should focus on his family. Owen certainly was focusing, he had his priorities straight and his wife was supportive of his ambitions. But he always politely nodded and listened to Gregg’s words. It was therapeutic for the old man and gave him an illusion of a fatherly responsibility over Owen.
It also was amusing to hear Gregg’s passing comments about his wife’s body.
“She’s had three kids? Pfft, when you told me that I couldn’t believe it, and I still don’t.”
There it is. Owen grinned as Gregg mumbled around his obvious lust for Rylee. He clicked his pen once more as he looked through a few more papers, but focused more so on what Gregg would say next.
“She’s got a nice set of hips that one does… ahhh sorry I don’t mean to… it’s late.” Gregg caught himself, looking a little embarrassed.
Owen could only chuckle, he shook his head with a smile.
“Oh don’t worry sir. She has a very nice set of hips… I know.”
Both men chuckled knowingly as they returned to their work.
Involved in the finances once again Gregg’s mind wandered back to staring at the neon blue lights of the pool. As he was distracted, Owen pulled out his phone. His thumb danced around the keys in a text to his wife.
(Owen) He’s talking about your body again
(Rylee) Oh xD what is he saying this time?
(Owen) you have nice hips and he bets you are lonely 😉
(Owen) he would spend some “quality” time with you if you were his wife
(Rylee) ooo baby, at least someone would
(Owen) Hey
(Rylee) 😉
(Rylee) is it going well at least? Its almost midnight
(Owen) eh… it’s a lot, and Gregg is not paying attention, I’m doing all the work.
(Rylee) Oh, I’m sorry… he better recognize that.
(Owen) I think he does, dunno. I’m exhausted though.
(Rylee) Come spend some quality time with me 😉
For a moment Owen put his phone down and became involved in the numbers again. His mind raced about all the work he was doing with little guarantee that he would get something in return. For all the career and life advice Gregg gave, and the sense of mentorship Gregg was building with him, he could still turn up empty-handed. The thought of it made his blood boil a bit, but then his blood went to another place.
Staring out into the night much like Gregg, Owen toyed with the devious thoughts in his head. Looking outside he had an idea. Their two rooms made up part of the “executive suite” of the hotel, excluded from the rest with many amenities, including a private pool.