Breeding My Boss’s Wife(6)

Chapter Five





The party was a huge success. Jake proceeded to get roaring drunk, and was reeling on his feet by 11 o’clock. But I suppose he had good reason. At the beginning of the party, he gathered everyone together and told us all at the same time a piece of good news.

His cancer was in remission. He was effectively cured, although he would have to be monitored regularly to make sure it didn’t return. Everyone cheered, and some cried unabashedly (including me) at this piece of wonderful news.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, he was also happy that I had agreed to serve as their sperm donor. He explained that legally, I would not have any responsibility for the child. A legal agreement would be signed absolving me of any responsibility as the biological parent, and the equivalent of an adoption would legally make him the father. He had it all figured out with his lawyers, before even asking me. It was all so typical of Jake.

The plan was for me to start making deposits at the sperm bank right after Christmas. Gabi would begin undergoing fertility treatments almost immediately. I was actually glad to be able to help them out, even though their request for help was a highly unorthodox one.

Just after 11, with Jake stumbling and perilously close to passing out on his feet, Gabi asked me to help get Jake to bed. We each took one arm, and Gabi whispered something in his ear.

“Good night, everyone!” Jake slurred. “I’m sorry to be a party-pooper.”

I heard a lot of muttered “good nights,” “congratulations,” and a few discrete snickers as Gabi and I led Jake from the room down the hall to their sumptuous bedroom. We got Jake into the bed, with Gabi expertly stripping him down to his underwear, and we basically poured what was left of him under the covers. Gabi tucked him in, and gently kissed him on the forehead. He was already snoring like a freight train by the time she kissed him. He was passed out cold, his chemo ravaged body unable to withstand the prodigious amount of high-dollar liquor he had treated himself to that night.

The good news was that Jake is a funny, amiable drunk. He hadn’t made an ass out of himself. He had just been the life of the party, albeit one without the stereotypical lampshade on his head. However, the bad news was that once Jake left, the heart and soul of the party left with him, very quickly leaving only Gabi and me in the house.

I briefly considered heading home myself, and spurning the offer to stay over with Jake and Gabi. I quickly decided against it. First of all, I probably was at least legally intoxicated and shouldn’t be driving. Second, I also considered what Jake might think in the morning if I bailed on him. He reminded me a lot of my dad in one way. My dad always told my mom how much he enjoyed having me around 24 hours a day when I stayed with them on vacations. I think Jake, in almost a fatherly way, enjoyed having me around too. After all, I was young enough to be the son he never had.

I noticed Gabi poured two glasses of white wine, which was her drink of choice. I had been drinking Scotch all night. She sat on the couch, set the drinks on the end table, and patted the couch beside her.

“Come sit with me, Chris,” she said, with a pleasant voice. Nervously I gulped, afraid of being too close to Gabi while we were alone.

“Gabi, I think I’m gonna turn in too,” I tried to tell her, scared of being alone with her. Her beauty was intoxicating, and the whole concept of being her sperm donor was unnerving enough, even with Jake in the room. With him gone, I was extremely uncomfortable even having the subject broached between us. I just didn’t want to talk about it.

“Chris, come sit down!” Gabi’s voice was cheerful and bright. “Come on! I won’t bite, I promise.”

I hesitated, and then walked across the room as sat down on the couch she was sitting in, careful to sit as far away from her as I could without sitting on the arm of the damned thing and falling over the side.

“Before you go to bed, I just wanted to thank you,” Gabi said softly, from the other side of the couch, as she looked intently at me.

“Gabi, you know I would do anything for you and Jake,” I told her. I could feel my Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down nervously as I answered her.

Before I could react, she slid across the couch and I felt her thigh press against mine. I looked down at her. She was next to me, touching me, staring up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

Moving swiftly, before I could react, she reached up and grabbed my face in her hands, and kissed me routinely on each cheek, like she was air-kissing me in a North Dallas social event reception line.

“You’re welcome,” I stammered, with my face still held firmly in her hands.

Then I was shocked when I felt her lips press into mine. But this time, it wasn’t a perfunctory social kiss. It was a kiss between lovers. I felt her lips part, and her tongue darted out and contacted my lips.