Unforgiven(4)

“You know I love this job, and this is what I’ve always wanted to do. In a small market news station, you have to put in the hours to get noticed. It’s this or relocate somewhere else—it’s not for the money, it’s about the experience.” I raise my mug and take a sip of my hot coffee while he blows on the steam rising from his coffee and watches me with a raised eyebrow.
“So is it always going to be like this? Where do we fit into this picture?” he asks, setting his coffee mug down and rubbing his temples. It’s a fair question. We essentially work opposite shifts as of late and only spend a few hours together sleeping in the same bed. I don’t have an answer for him and that rattles me. We’ve always been happy, in our individual careers, and as a couple—I hadn’t given much thought to the stress that my budding career brings to the relationship.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say, pouring my coffee into a travel mug. “I have to go or I’m going to be late and I still have to get ready.” I stop in front of him and kiss his lips. “I love you, Matt Kennedy, more than anything in the entire world.” His dark brown eyes look up at me.
“I love you more than that, Lindsay Christianson. I always will.” With one last kiss, I hustle out the door and back to work.




 
 
I sit in the large leather chair in the corner of the room and watch Lindsay finish getting ready. She’s standing at the bathroom vanity in her black lace bra and panties, rushing to touch up her make-up and hair. The pantsuit she wore to work is in a pile on the bedroom floor and a black dress lies at the foot of our bed with gold jewelry laid out next to it.
“Dammit,” she curses as she tosses her curling iron onto the counter.
“Are you okay?”
“Burned myself,” she grumbles and sucks on the pad of her thumb.
“Babe, you look amazing. Just get dressed or we’re going to be late. You know Reagan is going to flip out if we’re late.”
“I know, I know.” She unplugs the curling iron and washes her hands before shutting off the light. “Maybe we should just stay home.” She smiles that devious smile at me. “We haven’t had a Friday night all to ourselves in a long time.” She walks over to me slowly and I can’t help but love the way her body moves when she walks. “Maybe we can just lie down for a little bit.” She licks her lips and climbs into my lap, straddling me. She has me pinned, one leg on each side of mine and her chest right in my face. “And, you know, just rest.” She winks at me. She places her hands on my chest and slides them up toward the top button on my dress shirt.
“Oh, no. As much as I’d love to have you sprawled on that bed all night, if we miss this party, we won’t only be answering to Reagan, but to your brother, and now your mother too. No thanks. Now get your ass in that dress; we have fifteen minutes to be at the restaurant.” I lift her off my lap and move carefully, due to the growing erection in my pants. She notices and chews on her bottom lip seductively.
“Are you sure?” She moves quickly and rubs me through my dress pants.
“Dammit, Lindsay. Get dressed.” I shake my head at her and try to think about baseball or football; anything to make this erection go away. Lindsay laughs smugly as I adjust myself and she picks up her black dress from the bed. She looks tired and pale with her light skin and blonde hair against the stark black dress. As she steps into tall black heels, I zip up the back of her dress. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I press her against me. She purrs like a kitten at my touch.
“I love you,” she hums and rests her head against my chest.
“I love you too. Now let’s go so we can get back here and finish what you started over in that chair.”
“I love when you’re bossy.” She giggles and grabs her jewelry off the bed. “Let’s go.”
 

 
We weave through the linen-clad tables in the small Italian restaurant where Lindsay’s brother, Landon, and his fiancé, Reagan, are holding a small dinner party. They have a private room in the back and Reagan stands just inside the open door, waiting presumably for us. Lindsay walks right up to her and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Sorry we’re late. Crazy day at the station.” Reagan smiles at Lindsay and kisses her back.
“Matt,” she says, smiling, “did you two ride together?” It has to be the worst kept secret that Lindsay and I are together. For over a year, everyone has known, but we’ve just never actually told anyone. We show up to events, dinners, and family functions together. We receive invitations addressed to both of us, but Lindsay has always worried that Landon wouldn’t accept me, his best friend and former partner, as her boyfriend. Landon, of all people, would know I would never do anything to hurt Lindsay.#p#分页标题#e#