“Nearly everything, I did the research and have a list of past judgements that will help but haven’t read them yet.”
He looks like he wants to argue but gives in. “Okay.”
“Hand me that legal pad and a pen, please.” Amelia might not be the softy I always thought she was.
Taking the pad, she hustles me into an empty small conference room. “All right if you want to do this we’re going to do it. Hit me with your conditions and terms.”
Now I’m unsure. Terms and conditions? “I don’t know. I’m willing to have a sex-only relationship when Ethan wishes it. We can maintain separate sleeping quarters. While we’re in the relationship neither of us will have other partners, although he can take other women out in public to maintain his reputation. When he ends the relationship, I won’t object. If he prefers I no longer work for him, I’ll quit, as long as I get two week’s severance pay.”
Not really sure what else, I end with a shrug. Amelia rolls her eyes with a sigh, “It’s a good thing you came to me. With Ethan everything is in the details, everything.”
She hadn’t been kidding, over the next hour we go into the kind of depth and description that causes me to blush often. Some of the things make total sense, who will be responsible for birth control, the scary question of what happens if I get pregnant. I make it clear I won’t have an abortion. I’m okay with child support set at what the court decides. There will not be a request for maintenance, no matter how long we are together. Then the questions actually go into the bedroom, including
sexual positions, holy crap. I admit, no, I have not tried anal, and yes, I’m willing, although I want him to ask first. If I find it uncomfortable, I have the right never to do it again. No to sex during my period, but I’m willing to give two blow-jobs during the week of to keep him sexually satisfied. While I promise to sex at least twice a week, I reserve the right to limit the encounters up to five times, which includes oral sex. Our sexual relationship will never interfere with our working relationship. She pushes me to demand one month’s severance, but I stick to the two weeks.
Finally, we finish. I feel as though I’ve been wrung out. “Stay here, I’ll go get this drawn up properly.”
Laying my head on a shoulder as I bend over the cool glass table, all I can do is nod. While I’m alone, I think everything over. The things Amelia questioned, told me to demand, and what I wanted. I swear, when Ethan finally gives in I’m going to make him pay for having to go through this for him. For a moment, I wonder if he is worth it, yet deep down the answer is easy, he is.
When Amelia comes back she has an eight page, professional-looking document. Seeing all of it in black and white, I’m blushing all over again. “Thank you, Amelia.”
“You’re welcome. I think you are a good match for him, exactly what he needs. Him being what you need, I’m not sure but you’re a big girl though and the decision is yours. I’m happy to help you get what you want. Good luck.”
With a hug, I’m out the door, the document tucked into a manila folder. I know I’m going to need more than luck. I go to the place I bought the soft silky underwear the day after I went shopping with Amelia. A half hour is spent trying to find the perfect outfit. Since I can’t make up my mind, I choose three. At the register, the woman looks through my purchases. "These are great dear, but do you have the most important seduction tool?”
My blank look is her answer.
“A garter belt, suspenders and sheer silk stockings. Men prefer them in black, same with the black outfit. Which is what I think you should go with. I’ll go get them for you. I’ll be right back.” The woman is gone then back quickly. She rings everything up. I flinch at the total the exact same way I did the last time I was in here.
As I cross the street, my phone goes off, crap. I almost forgot to pick up his suits from the cleaners. There are three suits at home I need to drop off as well. I decide to go home to drop everything off and grab the suits to trade them for the clean ones. Tossing everything in my room, I close the door before heading into Ethan’s bedroom closet. The perfume on a suit is so strong I almost gag. I can’t hold back a laugh to think of Ethan trying his hardest with some bimbo, only to end the night frustrated.
Leaving the condo with the suits, I check the time to see it’s only a little after four. I’ve never checked Ethan’s drawer before so I’m not sure if he has any. On my way home, I decide to buy a twelve pack of condoms. The day after the kiss I had made an appointment with my gynecologist. I was a little annoyed that a usual call had me waiting a month, but a call only two minutes after they opened had me in the same day. While I did have a forty minute wait to be squeezed in after a discussion with the gynecologist about birth control. I went with a shot since it was perfect timing as my period had only ended two days before. The doctor’s description of my period disappearing altogether had me saying yes to it immediately. I’m also not good at taking pills on time every day, a ninety-day bottle of vitamins once lasted almost six months.
My doctor advised condom use for at least a week before going without, to allow time for the shot to kick in. Ethan hardly seems the type to be so overcome with passion he wouldn’t stop to apply a condom, but I don’t want to take any chances.
In the condo, I toss the condom box on the manila folder then go in to start dinner. I’m in the mood for Italian, seeing I have chicken breasts defrosted I decide on chicken parmesan. Making my own pasta always takes a little while but is always worth it. Putting together the sauce is easy to make homemade it only needs an hour to cook. I find half a bottle of red wine in the fridge and add it to the sauce. When everything is in, I splash it with half-and-half to cut the acidity.
I leave the sauce to cook on its own then begin on the breading for the chicken. Chicken parmesan is one of my favorites, I never bake it as a whole. I prefer laying the breaded chicken breast on spaghetti then adding sauce over the chicken and spaghetti.
By the time I’m done it’s a little after seven. Sitting down to eat, I can’t get the contract out of my mind. I’m hoping it works, if it doesn’t I’m all out of ideas. Once I’m done, I prepare a plate for Ethan with a bowl of sauce beside it. I leave the plate in the refrigerator with a note of how to put it together and warm in the toaster oven.
After everything is clean, I head to my room. The three different teddies are in red, white and black. With the sales woman’s advice swirling around my head, I go with the black teddy. The cups covering my breasts is a thin silk covering, while the remainder is sheer in black. A pair of sheer black panties came with the teddy and I debate wearing them then discard them for my own black sheer thong. I add the stockings, garter belt and suspenders.
I go into his room with the manila folder, pen, and box of condoms. For lack of anything to do, I turn on his television, which is secured to the wall across from the bed. Flipping through the channels, I stop on a rerun of a show I used to enjoy.
I jump at hearing the front door open and close. Checking the time, I see it’s only a little after eight, he must have come straight from work. It’s almost a half hour before the door opens. I’m lying across his bed, with the condoms on top of the folder, the pen under it. I push it all towards him.
Ethan closes his eyes, I start talking. “Open the folder and read it before you start arguing. I believe, thanks to Amelia, it covers every aspect of a purely sexual relationship. I’ve already signed, all that’s needed is your signature. For the record, I got a birth control shot the day after the kiss. There is a receipt from the doctor if you would like to see it. It won’t kick in for a week though, so the doctor recommends condoms for at least a week. We can always use condoms in addition to the shot.”
At my mention of Amelia, Ethan exhales a hiss. Snatching up the folder, he begins reading, to my delight he doesn’t stop until he’s done. He curses long and low. “I fucking knew she was good, this is better than I thought. She pressed you for a longer severance and child support, didn’t she?” I nod. He picks up the pen. “If I decide to terminate you, I will pay for you to live in a hotel until you find somewhere else to live, but for no more than a month.” Writing in the clause, he shows it to me and tells me to initial next to his own initials. When I’m done, he tosses it on the top of his dresser along with the condoms.
Walking around to his bedside table, he pulls out his own box of condoms. He opens the box then pulls out a sleeve of six. “On your knees.”
I go onto my knees with my hands at my side. His eyes burn into me as they roam over my body. He takes off his suit jacket letting it fall to the floor. A hand goes up to his tie, nearly tearing it off. “I want you naked. Let me see you.”
I’m growing wet as his voice deepens to an almost-growl. His shirt disappears in the time it takes me to pull the teddy over my head. He’s sucking in air as if he’s been running. “I prefer small breasts, upturned, only a mouthful. Yet, for the last few weeks, I couldn’t stop thinking of what your breasts would look like. Every night I came home to jack off in the shower, imagining what your beautiful body would look like naked.”
He yanks off his undershirt then his hands move to his belt as my hands go to the back of the garter belt to unhook it. I push down the garter belt and panties, along with the stockings, unable to do it kneeling, I sit back. I lay down as I had when he came in, except this time I’m naked. Ethan’s eyes run over every inch of me, as heavy as a touch.