Bizzy decided to shower while waiting for Susan to finish with her meeting. When she heard Susan come into the apartment she finished her shower and wrapped a towel around herself.
"I hate that insufferable woman! She's a condescending ass. Everything I suggest for this fundraiser she ha…" Susan stopped, her mouth open. She had forgotten what she was going to say.
"Thank you," Bizzy said.
Susan put the list she was holding down, her eyes never leaving Bizzy. "For what?"
"For looking at me like that." Bizzy smiled softly and leaned against the bathroom door frame. "When you get my age it feels good to have someone forget what they are about to say when you walk into a room." Susan approached her and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet. Bizzy pulled back. "So, what did Mrs. Wild want?"
"Well, she doesn't like the flowers, the linen or the caterer. The woman has no taste or style. And the rest of them just stand there like she's the queen of fucking England." Bizzy laughed. Susan had exquisite taste. For five years every organization that Bizzy chaired received Susan's expert touch.
"Don't change anything. I'll take care of it."
"Ok." Susan kissed her. A little harder than the last time. Bizzy returned the kiss. She felt Susan loosen her towel and felt the hands that were so familiar move slowly down her back. "Mmmm. You have a lunch appointment." Susan breathed.
"I did. It was cancelled. Mary's irish setter broke her foot." Bizzy pushed Susan against the wall and began to unbutton her shirt. "So, I thought I would wait here for you." She moved her hands inside of the open blouse and undid Susan's bra.
Bizzy kissed up Susan's jawline to that spot right behind her ear. Susan moaned softly. Bizzy smiled and wandered further down her neck. She loved the taste of Susan's skin. The small murmurs of pleasure that her kisses elicited made her linger. She made her way to Susan's breasts moving the flimsy material out her way. She sucked, nipped and kissed the mounds never touching the nipple.
Susan hated when Bizzy teased. "Please Bizzy. Don't tease." Bizzy smiled against her.
"You know what I want to hear."
"I love you, Bizzy." It was never hard for Susan to say because she did. She had for years. Those were the words that Bizzy always needed to hear before they made love. Bizzy stood straight, stepped away and walked towards the bedroom, nude. It took Susan a moment move. As Susan followed, she took off her shirt and undid her belt.
When she made it to the bedroom, Bizzy was standing in front of the bed with an impatient look on her face. "It took you long enough." She smiled slowly. "Finish taking off your clothes. Slowly, I want to savor it." Bizzy sat down on the bed, Susan looked at her hungrily. Susan always made her feel beautiful. She watched as Susan took off her belt and undid her pants. She moved to step out of her heels. "Leave them on." Susan stepped over to the chair and removed her pants and underware. She left her stockings and garter on. "Come here." Bizzy held out her hand. Susan took it and Bizzy leaned back pulling Susan on top of her. "I love you, too." They kissed slowly for a long time. Bizzy ran her hand down Susan's body and cupped her buttocks. She squeezed. And heard Susan moan against her lips.
Bizzy rolled them over, resting her hand on the inside of Susan's thigh.
"SUSAN!" someone screamed.
"Damn!" Bizzy said. "Is that Addison?" Susan nodded. "What the hell is she doing home?"
"I don't know." Susan said as she pushed Bizzy off of her. She reached for her robe. "But I will go find out."
"Take off your shoes." Bizzy said as she heard Addison scream Susan's name again.
As soon as she entered the living room and closed the bedroom door, Addison opened the front door. "Why aren't you in school?"
"Is Bizzy here?" Addison answered.
Susan glanced towards the bedroom and lied, "She had a lunch appointment."
"God, Susan, she's driving me mad. This morning all she could talk about was the stupid cotillion. Doesn't she understand that it's not the most important thing ever. I mean come on. Can you talk to her?"
"The cotillion is important to her, Addy. She just wants everything to be perfect for your debut."
"I know that!" Addison said exasperated. "I just wish she would give me a break. Come shopping with us pleeeeaaaaase? She listens to you. Maybe you can convince her that the dress doesn't have to look like it stepped out of the 1950s." Addison looked at Susan with pleading eyes. Susan knew that look. She had seen it on Bizzy's face many times before. It said, 'I will be forever grateful if you would do this one thing for me.'
Susan smiled. "Sure." Susan could never say no to that look.
"Why do you have on your robe in the middle of the afternoon? Do you have a boy in your room?" Addison smiled mischievously at her.
"No. You know Bizzy's rules: 'no male guest in the bedroom'." Addison hollered with laughter. Susan smiled "I was about to get in the shower. I need to wash my meeting with Mrs. Francis Wild away."
"She's awful. And her son is handsy." After a moment, Addison said. "You should have Bizzy talk to her. Mrs. Wild is afraid of the wrath of Bizzy Forbes Montgomery."
"Aren't we all. Why aren't you in school?"
"Its my study hall. I left my chemistry book here and I saw your car." Addison glanced at the clock. "Shit! I am leaving now. Thanks Susan. I'll see ya."
Addison left and Susan waited a minute before returning to the bedroom. Bizzy was dressing. "Did you finish without me?" Susan said dryly.
Bizzy chuckled, "No. But I am supposed to meet Archer's Headmaster in 20 minutes." Susan sighed and sat on the chair in front of her vanity. Bizzy looked perfect in her Chanel suit. She leaned over Susan to check her make-up in the mirror. "I'll see you at Donell's at four." Susan looked at her quizzically. "You told Addison that you would go dress shopping with us." Bizzy leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "Wear something enticing." Bizzy left without another word.
Susan heard the door close. She slowly got up and began to pick up her clothes. This is who she was. She had been with Bizzy for five years. In public, she was Bizzy's social secretary. In private, she was her lover and confidante. Sometimes she was the buffer between Bizzy and her children. Always, she was in love with Bizzy and knew that she would endure whatever role necessary to remain in Bizzy's life.