Chapter 4 - Frantic Husband

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“Hello Jordan.”

Anjali looked at them both and asked astonishingly –“How do you two know each other?”

I said, “Jordan is one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the Valley.  We’re all just waiting to see where he puts his Midas touch next.”

Anjali turned and looked at Jordan and said, “I thought you were some type of art collector.  I had no idea you were in tech.”

“After my wife and I separated last year I decided to take a break from tech and spend some time on other things in life, such as art, that seemed to have taken a back seat to my hectic lifestyle, “Jordan stated with sadness in his eyes.  The break-up had been hard on him.  “Anjali you should spend the rest of the day with your husband.  I’ll see you next week at yoga.”

Anjali asked “You aren’t coming to my yoga class tomorrow?”

“No I’m going out of town for a few days.  But, I’ll be in class next week and I promise to do my sun salutations when I’m not in class.  Both of you enjoy your day.”  And with that he walked away.

Anjali and I made small talk and then all of sudden she kept asking me why I came to see her in the middle of the day.  A panic started to rise in her and she got up and said, “Oh my god” and then ran out of the museum.

I was shocked at first and I stood frozen just staring after Anjali; I didn’t understand why she had run off.  I finally ran after and saw her jump into her car and take off.  Of course my car was parked further away and I ran as quickly as I could dodging all of the moms with their strollers and all of the tourists that were visiting the museum.  I jumped into my car and started driving out of the Golden Gate Park and I spotted her car.  I followed her for a while through San Francisco and then she disappeared onto one of the highways leading out of the city.  Damn it – if there is one thing Anjali knows how to do – it’s maneuver a car.  She can move a car and speed even in a traffic jam.  He’d paid enough of her traffic tickets to know she knew how to drive a car and then some; that too after she’d probably sweet talked her way out of half of the speeding tickets.  Not knowing what to do and which direction to go he pulled over.

Why did Anjali just run like that? He kept replaying the morning in his mind and then after the 10th time he’d replayed the morning scenario in his head he started to get a sick feeling in his stomach.  Oh god, he didn’t like the scenario playing out in his head.  Jordan had recently separated from his wife of over 25 years and everyone was wondering if his taking time off was personal.  Was she having an affair with him? Jordan knew her weekly schedule and it sounded like they met up on a regular schedule.  He was ashamed to admit he didn’t even know Anjali’s weekly schedule and he was her husband.  When did she start teaching yoga? Rich successful recently separated entrepreneur meets lonely hot housewife whose husband is too busy for her.  Yes his wife was hot for 43! Hell she was hot for a 20 year old.  Most people were shocked that she was in her 40’s.  Anjali had been dancing and practicing yoga for most of her life and she had the body to show for it

He didn’t even know where to go to look for her so he decided to drive home to see if he could find some clues.  When he arrived home, he threw his keys on the table at the entrance and stared at the picture on the table.  It was a picture from their wedding.  It had been a long time since he’d paid attention to the picture.

The picture brought back so many memories.  He grabbed the picture and sank down into the couch in the living room.  He leaned his head back on the couch and stretched out his legs and remembered the first time he had made love to Anjali. It seemed just like yesterday- it had been so incredible and so unexpected.

Anjali’s best friend Katherine had had her engagement party at some swanky restaurant in NYC.  Well actually her parents had thrown a very fancy party to celebrate her engagement to Andrew.  Anjali, was of course there and she had looked stunning that night.  She wore a long pale yellow gown down to her ankles.  The right side had a slit up to her mid-thigh and the front of her gown had a V-neck that plunged down enough to let your imagination go wild.  She had just got back from a trip to the Caribbean so she was tanned and still had that care-free vacation glow about her.  Because it was Katherine’s engagement party, and Anjali was so happy for Katherine and in complete celebratory mode Anjali had had a little too much to drink.  It was the first time he’d seen her so sloshed.  He was going to take her home, but instead he decided to take her back to his place to help her sober up first, so she wouldn’t hurt so badly in the morning.  His dad had given him a hangover cure that had always worked for him.  He had planned on sobering her up and then driving her home.  He really had started out with honorable intentions.

As soon as they walked into his apartment, Anjali took off her heels and sighed relief.  But, even if she hadn’t been wearing heels she probably still would have taken her shoes off.  She loved and still loves walking around barefoot.  Maybe it was the years of dancing and yoga.  Any chance Anjali gets, she takes her shoes off and makes herself comfortable.  It was just that small gesture of her taking off her shoes and walking to his large windows, sinking her feet into the carpet, and looking out at the NYC skyline.  He walked into the kitchen to make the hangover cure but because it was an open kitchen he was also watching her.  Anjali’s back was facing him and the back of her dress had a big scoop showing off her dancer’s back.  He could remember how hard it was for him to focus on making the remedy when all he wanted to do was kiss her back and explore what was underneath that yellow gown.  Somehow he managed to make the remedy and bring it to her.  She had gotten tired of standing so she pulled the pillows off of his sofa so she could make a makeshift chair near the windows and continue gazing out at the skyline.  He came to sit next to her and pulled off his tie and took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the sofa.  He grabbed a cushion and sat next to her.  She drank his remedy and they talked.  What they spoke about he didn’t remember.  Once she was finished she stood up and told him it was getting late and that she should get home.  He stood up with her and as he faced her he looked into her hazel colored eyes and just drowned.  He was so close to her that he could smell her perfume and feel her breathing.  She was so beautiful and looked so innocent standing there and he just couldn’t control himself.  He bent down to kiss her softly on the lips, then across her jaw and then he made it up to her ear and murmured in her ear how breathtaking she looked.  Then he kissed her deeply.  God, her lips were so soft and tasted like nectar.  He trailed his kisses down her neck and pushed one of her sleeves down so he could kiss her shoulder.  When he pushed her sleeve a little lower he realized she didn’t have a bra on and the bra was built into the dress – wow what a bonus.  He was now completely lost.  He lowered his lips to her breast and kissed her all over.  She was so responsive and she fit so well with him.  As he started to walk her to his bedroom, Anjali pushed back and asked him what they were doing.  He started to take the pins out of her hair so he could run his hands through her thick wavy dark hair and murmured into her ear how much he wanted her and how he had wanted to make love to her for so long.  He asked her to spend the night with him and with that she dropped her resistance.  He pushed the other side of the dress down and with that the entire dress fell to the floor and he continued to walk her backwards towards his bedroom.

God, he could still remember the first time they made love, yet he couldn’t remember the last time they had made love recently.  Had it been that long?

He jumped off the couch to search for his cell phone.  He hit his speed dial to call his secretary and barked at her to find Jordan Kowalski’s cell phone number and connect him immediately.  Theresa was resourceful and had him on the line with Jordan within minutes.

“Jordan are you sleeping with my wife?”

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