An older gentleman and a sexually frustrated MILF

“No, no, it’s okay. You’re right. I do work all the time. Tim keeps telling me I’ll be the most successful person in the morgue some day. I’ve always been like that. It’s how I tackled school, even as a little girl. It’s the way I managed to make dean’s list every semester in college while working full-time and playing Susie Homemaker for my husband.

“When did you get married?” I asked.

“Right after high school. We both worked and went to college at the same time. He got a good job, and I went on for my master’s. We even started a family. Somehow, we made it work.”

“Like I said before, I’m impressed. Here’s our exit.” I said nothing more, enjoying the muted music of the car’s exhaust, as I tapped the paddle shifter to slow us down.

The owner met us at the door, smiling. “Hi! I’m Bill Owens. Did you have any trouble finding the place?” He gave us the grand tour, treating us like we were potential investors. After assigning a secretary to run errands for us, he took us to a conference room where we could spread out whatever materials we asked for.

When we had a moment alone, Sarah said, “My bullshit sense started tingling as soon as I saw him.”

“Okay, then it’s not just me. You think he’s too good to be true, too.”

“Absolutely. Especially with the creepy vibes I’m getting from him. I’m wearing slacks tomorrow. Loose ones,” she chuckled.

We worked until the office staff was leaving, and Owens escorted us out. He locked the front door behind him. “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Croswell, Ms. Blevins. Will I see you in the morning?”

“We’ll be here at nine,” I said.

“Great. I’m looking forward to it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a dinner date,” he said. He hurried off to his car.

Sarah and I got in the Mercedes and watched Owens drive away.

“What do you think so far?” I asked.

“Am I being hyper-sensitive? That guy is a total creep! Just having him look at me made me feel dirty,” she said.

“I saw him. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle.”

“You don’t look at me that way. I don’t feel like a specimen under a microscope with you.”

“I’m subtle.”

“Oh, you’re bad!” she laughed. “You had me fooled. I thought you were a gentleman.”

“I am. I just meant,… well,… I look at you, but I don’t drool over you like he did.”

Sarah stared at me, a combination of shock and amusement on her pretty face. “But you’ve checked me out? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Well, uh, yeah, I guess. I’m a man. You’re a very attractive woman. So yes, I’ve looked. Don’t sue me.”

“I won’t.”

“Look, Sarah, I feel really awkward. I’m digging myself into a hole here. What I’m trying to say is, I see how you work as well as how you look. Is that so bad?”

She was silent for a moment. “No. I guess not. I’m just not used to getting compliments. At least, not on anything but my work.”

“That surprises me. I’ll bet your husband tells you how nice you look all the time.”

“No, that’s not what he focuses on.”

I started the car. “I guess I should get you back to your office so you can get home.”

“Do you want to discuss what we did today, and what we want to accomplish tomorrow?” she asked. “I already told my family I’d be late. Tim will make dinner while the kids do their homework, and he’ll come up with something fun to do with them until it’s time for bed. We share pretty much all the childcare and household responsibilities. He’s Mr. Mom when I do work like this.”

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