As I entered the main store area, I could see K. Miller entering the store through the automated doors. I’d almost hoped to miss her. There was no doubt that what I’d seen on the pictures was not the outcome she’d hoped for. I sensed that from her body language.
“Just a minute, please, we’ll be right with you,” Tim said.
“No problem,” K. Miller whispered as she tightened her arms about her waist and rocked from side to side. As Tim filled me in on what jobs had come in and gone out while I was on break, I watched K. Miller from my peripheral. She continued her self-hug rock dance but occasionally she would free her left hand and look at the tattoo.
After another minute, Tim said his good-byes.
“Sorry about that; he had to update me on orders before he left. I just returned from my break.”
“So you didn’t see my pictures?” The way I averted my eyes and the couple of seconds of hesitation must have given her an answer. “Were they making love? Tell me.”
“Umm, we aren’t supposed to look at the content of the pictures so I can’t answer that question.”
From somewhere, K. Miller seemed to draw strength and a boldness that made her even more beautiful. “Just be honest with me; right now I’d really appreciate a little honesty from someone.”
“Yes! He made love to someone.”
“He? He! What he?”
“The man in your pictures. That’s who you’re talking about, right?”
“The man? Wow!” she said as she hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I had a feeling she was cheating but I never would have thought it was with a man. I installed the nanny cam in our bedroom, planning to catch her with another woman. I never considered this. I can’t and won’t compete with this. She is not only a cheat, but a complete lie. She has made our life a lie. She said she’s always only loved women and wanted to be with me always. We even had our own bonding ceremony,” she said, thrusting that tattooed left hand at me. On closer inspection, I could see the name Jillian tattooed on her ring finger surrounded by filigree. Now I really dreaded what I had to do next.
Pulling the thick white envelope from the bin marked M, I slid it across the counter. She tore it open and fanned the pictures out. Immediately, she dropped to the floor and clutched her stomach.
Speedily, I made my way through the waist-high swinging doors to the other side of the counter. I bent over and lifted K. Miller from the floor and held her in my arms.
“I don’t believe in mistakes or coincidences. You came here to me to get proof and so I could mend your heart. See, my name is Kia Miller, or K. Miller, just like yours, and I absolutely love loving women.”
Me and Mr. Jones
Michelle Allen
Buzzzz . . . buzz . . . I could hear the sound of my phone vibrating in my clutch bag. I instantly knew that it was a text from him, and was very curious to see what the message said.
It was a simple: I want you.
I smiled to myself before texting my response: I know.
He replied quickly: Can I have you?
Here? Now? I asked.
Yes. I’m game if you are.
I had to admit I was intrigued: You know I always am. But where?
There’s a black Escalade limo sitting outside right now. Wait five minutes, then go and get in it.
I only hesitated for about a half a second before I replied: See you in five.
I could feel the heat rising off my skin, not only from thinking about what I knew was going to happen, but also thinking about the shit storm that would ensue if we got caught. Though, I must admit, that actually turned me on even more.
I decided to use my five minutes wisely and took a quick trip to the ladies’ room. I already wasn’t wearing any underwear. Panty lines are not sexy, and my va-jay-jay is always bare as the day I was born; no worries there. So I checked my hair and makeup, and dabbed all the good spots with a little perfume, then sashayed back out the restroom door. The closer I got to the exit, the faster my heart beat, but I wasn’t nervous, more like electrified with excitement. I was about two feet from the front door when I heard this loud voice.
“Vanessa Bradley, is that you?!”
I started to pretend I didn’t hear him, but knowing the man behind the voice like I did, I figured he’d follow me outside if I didn’t answer. So I turned quickly, trying to hide my irritation.