Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

Maybe I can talk him into going away. We can get out of this cold weather for a while. To the islands or something. I'd like to have him alone and completely to myself for a while. Who known.

She waited for the small plush elevator to take her up to the top floor, to the suite she'd come to love.

As she inserted the key in the door, she thought she heard music inside. Oh damn! He's home already and I wasn't here to meet him. She stepped into the softly lighted living room and looked for him.

"Cassis. Cass, I'm home." Then she heard the shower and decided to fix them both a drink while he was in the bathroom. She iced the glasses while she made the martinis and then took them into the bedroom.

She put the glasses and the shaker into the ice bucket by the bed and then smiled at an inspiration that came to her. She went into the other bathroom and checked her makeup. When she touched it up to her satisfaction she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Hell! I can always take it off in the morning. Tonight's too important to worry about a little makeup.

Laura hummed softly to herself as she undressed and put on the black lace negligee that looked like a sensuous Roman toga. It was Cass' favorite.

Then, she moved the ice bucket closer to the bed and poured herself a martini. She heard the shower stop and knew that he'd be out any minute and hurriedly jumped under the covers. Then she had to get up again because she didn't like the lighting.

She had barely gotten under the silken sheets again when he heard the bathroom door opening. She felt the laughter in her heart as she turned and held the glass out to him…

"Hi, darling… look, I made you a… WHO ARE YOU?" She screamed and grabbed at the fallen sheet as she realized that the man in the bathroom doorway wasn't Cassis Mornay!

"I'm sorry, Laura," the man chuckled softly. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I didn't know you were home yet."

"WHO ARE YOU? What are you doing in my bedroom…? Cass…! Cassis!"

She cried out, screaming and hoping that Cass would come in.

"I'm sorry, Laura. Cass won't be home for a while. I took him to the airport this afternoon. He has to go to Paris for a few months and gave me the key." He smiled in obvious anticipation as he looked down at her voluptuous form under the thin sheet. "He told me to take care of you," he said as he dropped his robe to the floor.

"Oh, by the way," he added as he put his hand possessively on her shoulder, and slid into bed beside her. "I'm one of Cass' better customers! And he said you'd know how to amuse me until he got back!"