Sleeping With His Mistress

Dinner with the Temptress

Last night I probably got the worst sleep I have had in my entire life. I couldn't stop thinking about the encounter with her. Her eyes, her wild black locks, her smile, her lips... I was seriously crushing and I hadn't even known her twenty-four hours.

I had probably been tossing and turning until about three in the morning when I gave up and went into my small and modest livingroom right off of my bedroom to edit my most recent short story.  It was about a murdress who got off scott-free by using night terrors as her excuse for murdering her husband when in reality she was the night terror herself, and I was quite proud of it. Sadly, try as I might, I could not concentrate, and ended up falling asleep at five in the morning on the couch, only to wake up again at ten, groggy and nervous for the day to come. Thankfully, my eyes weren't bloodshot, and I had to meet up with my friend Jason at two, which would keep my mind off of that night. He and I had known each other since freshman year of college at NYU, and ever since, we have been joined at the hip, sharing everything from a cup of coffee to our darkest secrets.  Sure, some might scoff at our cliché friendship but I was just grateful I had at least one person I could count on completely and unconditionally.

I went into my bathroom and brushed my teeth, examining my reflection in the mirror scrupulously as I did so.  The bags under my eyes were fairly large, and my hair was tangled and messy from not showering for two days and working with a hat on.  With a little touch of concealer under my eyes, I was able to make the bags seem smaller, and with some brown liquid eyeliner I was able to make my eyes seem more aware and awake.  

Now for clothes... I thought as I walked across the hall of the small apartment to my bedroom.  The queen sized bed laden with dark black shiny sheets and a matching comforter given to me by my father for my twenty second birthday was the centerpiece of the room, and surrounding it were dark maple furniture pieces-in particular a bedstand, a dresser, and a wardrobe.  I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out one of my favorite dresses.  Made out of a taught black fabric with a plain but elegant appearance, it could be worn for a whole slew of different occasions if you knew what to accessorize it with.  

I slipped it over my arm, and sought out my leather jacket that I wore often with my causal outfits.  After I took it from where it was hanging over the back of my desk chair, I headed back to the bathroom and hopped in the shower to wash my hair and shave.  Once I was satifisfied that I was sufficiently clean, I stepped out of the stall and put on my favorite perfume that was both warm and inviting, and I couldn't help but think of what I had told Jasmine last night.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"No.  And I'm not planning on it."

"Oh?  Why is that?"

 At the moment, I was having a hard time recalling my justifications for that statement as I prepared to meet up with Jason and then Jasmine.  I couldn't stop thinking about her emerald green eyes... her black as night hair... her full red lips.  Even then, before all hell broke loose, I knew if anyone could break my constitution, she would be at the top of the list simply for her allure.  She was so tempting and stunning I would have been surprised if men and women weren't falling all over her all the time.  

I shook my head.  If I kept up that train of thinking, I was going end up in a situation I definitely didn't want to be in-that is in a situation where I could get hurt.  And yet...the little voice in my head was silently egging me on...suggesting that maybe her invitation to dinner that night wasn't completely innocent.

It was around one o’ clock when I was completely dressed and ready for the day, and not a second passed that I wasn’t thinking about what was to come.  Was Jasmine going to take me back to her place? Or were we going out to eat, and maybe get a few drinks as well?  What was Jason going to say of this tantalizing woman I just met?  God, she was gorgeous...and I couldn’t stop thinking about the words thrown between us last night.  it was hard to tell whether she was just extra friendly and in need of company, or if she was authentically interested in me...no.  She mentioned her boyfriend was out of town.  There was no way she would have any interest in me.