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Re-awakening: The Lady In Red
A Short Love Story Online by Injete Chesoni
Her re-awakening began with a splash of red nail polish on her toes. After painting her toes, she went over to her wardrobe. So many beautiful clothes that she had not worn for months. She pushed through the hangers until she found the red dress that she was searching for. She slipped it over her head, it still fit her though not as snugly as it used to. She went over to her dressing table mirror and unpinned her long black hair. Today she was going to let her hair swing wild and free, in line with her new-found freedom. She rummaged through her dressing table drawers searching for her favorite red lipstick. After applying it she slipped it into the evening bag sitting atop the dressing table, then went over to her shoe closet and slipped on her favorite strappy black heels. She gave herself one last look in the mirror and was satisfied with what she saw, she looked sexy and stunning. She wasn’t going to wear any of her expensive jewelry tonight. The jewels were just weighty painful reminders of a life that she was leaving behind.
She grabbed her purse off the dressing table and went down the grand staircase into the foyer. She rummaged through the hall table for her keys and slammed out of the front door locking it behind her. She got into her sky blue Benz and drove off. She had already decided she would go to, “The Palisades” a trendy new club where all the young socialites hung out. It was on the other side of town so it was unlikely any of her usual crowd would be there. When she walked into the club heads turned, she walked over to the bar used to the stares. She still had her model good looks and body so stares were nothing new to her. She swung her lithe body onto a bar stool and crossed her long sexy legs. Smiling at the bartender she ordered her favorite drink, a mojito. Then swung around and slowly surveyed the crowd. She noticed the interested stares of many men but none caught her fancy. She did not see the handsome dark haired man in the corner staring at her.
Mike had noticed her the moment she walked through the door, she was new here. He certainly would have noticed her if she had been here before. She definitely wasn’t one of his regulars. She was beautiful but that wasn’t what held his attention, after all the club was full of beautiful women. It was the air of mystery about her. He walked over to her.
As Marie looked up from her drink she noticed a tall, dark handsome man walking towards her. Hmmm, he looked interesting. He would do for the night she figured. Tall, well-built, dark and handsome just the way she liked them. He looked rich too, but that was no longer of much consequence to her. She smiled seductively and he smiled back. He had a slow, sexy smile. He slid onto the bar stool beside her.
“Hi there, can I offer you a drink?”
He had a nice voice too, a deep rich baritone, smooth and sexy.
She raised her glass and smiled that seductive smile again, “Can I buy you a drink?”
Mike chuckled this woman was definitely different. He liked that.
“No thank-you,” he said, “I never let a lady pay.”
She raised her eyebrows, “Really, well I have learnt never to let a man pay.”
Mike gave her a puzzled look but decided to let the comment drop.
“You are new here, I haven’t seen you before,” he said.
“So you are a regular here,” she said not answering his question.
“Actually, yes, I own the club so I am here every night.” She must be new in town since everyone knew he owned, The Palisades.
Marie realized how out of the loop she was, there was a time when she knew all of the hotshot businessmen and socialites.
“Good for you,” she smiled raising her glass again.
Unlike most women she seemed un-impressed. He liked that too.
“So what brings you here?”
“Oh I just wanted a night out on the town.”
“Well I am glad you chose my club, I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“Oh I am already,” she said smiling up at him.
His phone rang.
“Sorry, excuse me.” He picked it up and walked off to a private area behind the bar. She watched him as he walked away. Hmm, he had a nice backside too. But she wondered if she could really take him home with her. He must be busy if he was the club owner. But he definitely seemed interested in her and she had no doubts in her feminine wiles. Mike finished his conversation and came back over to join her.
“Sorry about that.”
“No problem, you must be a very busy man owning a hot new club like this one.”
“Well yes and no, I have learnt to delegate and hire the right people to run my businesses. When I was younger I tried to do it all by myself and after burning out I learnt how to find a balance.”
“Impressive, not many businessmen learn how to do that.”
“You seem to know a lot about businessmen.”
She smiled mysteriously and didn’t respond to that. He was quickly learning she only answered what she wanted to.
“So are you from around here,” he asked.
“Not quite, I live about an hour away.”
“That’s a long drive for a night out on the town.”
“I enjoy driving and I wanted a change of scene.”
He found something odd about that but let it drop.
“Well I hope it’s worth your while,” he said.
“It already is,” she replied smiling.
She had an enchanting smile and he caught himself staring at her which only made her smile more.
“So would you like to dance?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said and slid off her stool. He took her arm and led her to the dance floor.
As he pulled her into an embrace she felt an electric jolt go through her and stiffened automatically, startled by the strong sexual chemistry between them. She had never had such a strong sexual response to a man before. Or maybe it was because she hadn’t been sexually involved with a man in a long time.
“Is everything alright,” he asked concerned. He had felt it too but he knew how to play cool and calm.
“Yyyes,” she stammered. Uneasy for the first time since she had met him.
“Just relax,” he said stroking her back, which did anything but relax her. She was meant to be a sophisticated lady not someone unaccustomed to a man’s touch so she let her body relax into his and rested her head on his shoulder.
He was not sure he could control the heady effect her soft body was having on him. They would definitely have to end this dance soon if he didn’t want to embarrass himself. As the song came to an end he led her back to the bar. At that moment Tony his DJ decided to have a little fun with his boss and slipped on Lady in Red, by Chris de Burgh.
“I love this song,” she said looking up at him. Oh great, there was no way he was going to escape going back to the dance floor, and he would have to hold her close for this slow romantic song. This time she put her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against him. More brazen than before. As they danced she could tell he was aroused and it excited her. She was determined to drive this cool executive out of control. She moved sensuously against him and closed her eyes.
By this point Mike had given up trying to stay in control.
“Would you like to come home with me,” she whispered in his ear.
Mike was taken aback she had definitely turned the tables on him, but there was no way he could refuse, she aroused him and intrigued him. He smiled and responded by claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. Then raised his head and smiled at her dazed expression.
“Sure let’s go,” he said in that deep rich baritone voice.
She was taken aback for a moment but quickly regained her composure.
She smiled up at him, “Your place or mine,” she said in a husky seductive voice.
“I think we better go to my place, yours is an hour away and I can’t wait that long,” he said with his own seductive smile.
He took her hand and led her off the dance floor and out of the club. When they got to the black Jaguar parked outside the club’s front door he helped her in. He couldn’t drive fast enough, thank goodness his penthouse was ten minutes away. On the drive down she was excited and apprehensive. Would he be able to tell she hadn’t slept with a man in a long time. Of course not, there was no way he could know. Who cared anyway, she wanted him and he wanted her and that’s all that mattered wasn’t it?
He swung his car into the parking lot and helped her out. Once they got into the elevator he pulled her up against him and kissed her passionately running his hands down her back and cupping her to him.
“Do you intend to take me in the elevator,” she said breathlessly.
He smiled roguishly, “That’s a thought.”
At that moment the elevator door opened and he pulled her to his front door. He kicked the door shut behind him and pressed her against the foyer wall kissing her hard. Wow, this woman was hot. Tempting as it was to do it in the foyer he wanted her in his bedroom so that he could ravish her for the rest of the night. He led her to the bedroom and pushed her onto his bed. She started tearing at his shirt and pants. This woman seemed to constantly be one step ahead of him.
Marie was surprised at herself. She had never behaved so wantonly before. Not even with Mark in the early days. She looked over at the man sleeping beside her and realized she hadn’t even asked him his name. What had gotten into her today? This was meant to be her wild re-awakening but had she gone over the top? Having a one-night stand with a man whose name she didn’t even know, and to make matters worse she had left her car at the club so she couldn’t even creep out of his house. Things were not quite going according to plan.
Mike noticed her stirring beside him.
He put his arm around her, “Is everything okay,” he asked.
She tried to smile but didn’t quite succeed. “Please could you take me back to the club, I need to get my car and go home.”
Mike was startled and offended. He thought she had enjoyed it as much as him, she couldn’t possibly want to go home. He masked his thoughts and said coolly, “Sure if that’s what you want.” He slid off the bed and began putting on his clothes.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Mike was wondering what had happened to the sophisticated woman who had seduced him and asked him to go home with her. Women, strange creatures, he thought. She had seemed certain of herself and he thought she was as into him as he was into her but it looked like he was wrong.
They drove back to the club in silence.
“I will follow you home,” he said.
“No,” she said in a panicked voice. Then in a calmer voice she added, “that won’t be necessary.”
“Don’t worry I am not a stalker, I just want to make sure you get home safely,” he said sarcastically. The night really was not turning out well.
“I would rather you don’t, give me your phone number and I will call you to let you know when I get home.”
He would rather have seen her home but didn’t want to get into a fight.
“Alright,” he said, realizing he hadn’t even asked her name, she really had blown him away. He scribbled his personal cell phone number on the back of his business card and handed it to her.
She took the card hastily, she couldn’t wait to get away. “Alright bye,” she said, and hurriedly got into her car speeding off. Mike stared after her. For some reason he felt used. He shook his head and walked over to his car getting in slowly. He drove back home. What a night it had been.
Marie sped all the way home as if the hounds of hell were after her. She couldn’t believe she had done this. Yes, she had left home intending to do it but she still couldn’t believe she had carried it out. She thought she would feel elated but she just felt empty and guilty and she wasn’t sure why. Who felt guilty after carrying out a revenge plot? Only sentimental wimps like her. She sped into the driveway and her mouth dropped open. This was the last thing she needed right now. Parked in the driveway, with the engine still running, was her husband Mark’s Porsche. He had come home three days early! This really was not going according to plan. It was meant to have been full of drama and fanfare. Well there was still time to change the plot.
Mark stared in surprise at his wife as she stepped out of her car. She looked stunning like she used to when they first met. Maybe if she hadn’t let herself go he wouldn’t have cheated on her with Marcia her beautiful, best friend. He wondered where she was coming from all dolled up at this hour of the night. Maybe she had decided to start partying again. That was a good sign wasn’t it? Maybe she was ready to forgive him and return to their former socialite ways.
She walked past him. “We need to talk,” she said abruptly. Mark had grown accustomed to that cold tone and reception and he was getting tired of it.
“Alright,” he said resignedly and followed her into the house.
She went up to their bedroom and opened her jewelry box, and for the first time he noticed that she wasn’t decked in her usual expensive jewels. He thought that odd. She had always loved wearing jewelry. She snapped the jewelry box open and that’s when he noticed she wasn’t wearing her wedding band or engagement ring. She took them out and handed them to Mark. “It’s over,” she said, as he looked at her in surprise.
Before he could answer she turned around and run out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He run after her calling out her name, but she just jumped in her car and sped off. He stood there and watched her go.
Marie, kept driving until she got to Mike’s apartment. She pulled up outside his apartment complex and dialed the number he had given her.
“Can I come in,” she asked.
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