"You and the women. Chicago's 16th Most Eligible Bachelor..."
Sitting at the bar counter with Will, flirting and laughing with him, Alicia couldn't care less of what people might think.
"What if we suddenly had good timing?"
Watching his hand cover hers, she couldn't care less of what people might say.
"We need a room for the night."
As she stands at the hotel reception desk, Will desperately attempts to get a room and she looks around. She doesn't even feel the need to hide.
Smiling, confident and audacious, she feels alive, her head up, fearless.
Slightly amused by the lack of rooms (what irony) she couldn't care less if people see her, the newly re-elected State's Attorney's wife, getting a room with her boss.
Why should she worry anyway? She just kicked her husband out. She just sent her only friend - or at least whom she thought was a friend, to hell. She has been betrayed by the two people she trusted the most. So, what does she have to lose? Her pride and dignity were taken away from her two years before and it took the two years since to build it up again. She's been through so much that she really doesn't care about people's judgments anymore. Actually she thinks that people shouldn't even be entitled to judge her because honestly, she's been through enough. Judged, labeled, insulted, studied in her every gesture. She just doesn't care anymore. She's vaccinated against their venom.
It's when they're riding up on the elevator, the two of them finally alone, that she's assaulted by doubts. What is she doing? Does she really want this? She hasn't been with any man other than her husband for the last fifteen years and it scares her to hell.
"Will?" She says hesitantly.
Not until Will's hand is taking hers, brushing her cheeks, caressing her hair, his mouth placing a soft kiss on her lips does any tiny hint of fear dissipate.
She no longer feels anxiety, only curiosity and eagerness to go further than she would ever thought she would go, without fear of the consequences, to just be in the moment. To not let doubts cloud her emotions and just do what she wants to do, which is to make love to Will.
After all, a good lay never did harm. God only knows how much she deserves it. Not to mention, she can finally make her wet dreams about him come true.
Goodbye to gazing his picture on the magazine of the most Eligible Bachelors, pretending he's there, when she is really alone in her bed on a late Thursday night, as she slides a finger inside herself, wondering how would it feel. Wondering how he would feel, inside of her. If the damn elevator ever ends its ride up to the Presidential Suite she could find out.
In the meantime, they enjoy their ride up, her urge rising as she feels Will's hands on her ass. Her hips instinctively move forward, pressing against his body. She starts to pray to a God that she doesn't even believe in, that they reach the room very quickly. Fifteen year of waiting and they cannot hold back through some floors.
As they reach the door, she can't help but notice how Will seems to be nervous, fumbling with the key, praying to God, for good reason she admits, because the stakes are high and he just paid 7800 dollars for 'one hour' with her. The wording doesn't really come out as flattering, but she doesn't care.
"It's ok."
She takes the key and the control of the situation before Will can leave, forgetting that he had a second key in the first place. Opening the door, making her way inside the room, she feels different. More confident, desired, worshiped.
Even if it is just for one hour.
It doesn't matter what happens tomorrow. They might regret it, they very likely will. Or they might move on with their lives as if nothing ever happened, pretending tonight never existed. It doesn't matter at all.
Standing in front of each other, they couldn't care less about the surroundings. They don't see the full-length window or the breathtaking view of the lake, they don't see the finely embroidered curtains.
The valuable painting hanging right over the bed (which is probably worth the whole room alone) goes totally unnoticed.
For what it's worth, they could be in a tent and it wouldn't change a thing.
The feeling of Will's hands taking her jacket off reminds her that it's real, it's happening and it's definitely too late to step back. Not that they show signs of second thoughts anyway.
The thought of what people would say about her one hour affair briefly crosses her mind. She smiles, picturing Owen cracking in some joke about her sultry-eyed lover. A slight concern builds up on her face at the thought of her kids and what opinions would they form about their mother, here in this $7800 apartment about to make love to a man that is defiantly their father. If they were to know...
Wanting to get rid of that picture as fast as possible, she starts to devour Will's mouth, taking off his jacket, frantically going through the buttons of his shirt and it's not like he complains, as he fumbles – again, is it her or the 7800 bucks that makes him so nervous? – with the zip of her skirt.
Her soft smile and the confident look tell him that everything's fine, giving reassurance that she won't have any second thoughts or regret it the morning after. And her skirt is finally gone.
She catches a look in Will's eyes, she doesn't know if it's just lust and desire or if it's something more but the way he's staring at her is making her feel beautiful, forgetting she's a forty-something woman who gave birth to two children and not one of his young hot flings.
It makes her feel special. He makes her feel special.
She feels embarrassed for a moment as he starts to unclasp her bra, her hands instinctively raising to cover her now naked breasts.
She feels her breath becoming erratic, her heart beating faster as he leans towards her, gently taking her hands, placing soft kisses on her palms, then moving them to her sides, so he can cup her breasts, gently sucking on her nipples.
It's everything she needs. It's the reassurance she needed that her body is still fascinating, desirable, ravishing, hot enough to get someone like Will on his knees.
She finally puts all her fears aside, letting herself go completely, enjoying their little exceptional moment, tasting the pleasant feeling of his warm mouth on her breasts and skilled hands on her skin.
Whatever happens, she will need to remember this moment, how it feels completely right, and so good and overwhelming.