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Chapter 02
The next few days passed without any change from her husband. Yes, they were polite to one another...kisses to the cheek, but nothing else. She felt emotionally ill on Tuesday and concentrating on work was nearly impossible around 2 in the afternoon...
Henry sipped his coffee and read the paper. He had lab hours and officer hours around 330 and this break was always much needed. He was handsome...sweet looking.
Jane entered the café and was inconspicuously looking around for Maura's husband. She saw him immediatly. Sitting alone at a table, drinking his coffee while he read the paper.
Jane ordered a coffee and then made her way over to him. She looked like a regular student. She wore black tights, a grey loose dress that ended just above her knees. One of her shoulders were exposed and around her waist was a big green belt, showing off her lovely figure.
"Oh excuse me." Jane said, trying to get his attention.
Henry slowly dropped the edge of the cup down from his lips and looked at the girl that stood in front of him. He smiled.
"Yes...can I help you," he asked her politely. He dropped his paper into his lap and set his cup down, staring at her. She was very attractive...very easy on the eyes, but the ring on his finger constantly reminded him that he needed to keep his eyes on his family...on his wife.
Jane smiled at him, her dimples showing.
"I was wondering if could borrow the vacancies from your paper." The brunette girl told her and stroke some of her brunette hair behind her ear, while she was making eye contact with him. He was even more handsome in reality than on the photo Maura had shown her.
Henry looked down at his paper and then her. He smiled softly. "Sure," he said and found the section and pulled it out, handing it to her. She was simply adorable when she smiled. He wished he were younger...
Maura tapped her pen against the edge of the desk, absently. She was worried...she couldn't think about anything else but what was happening with her husband. She rubbed her face and sighed, trying to focus on the report that was before her. But it just didn't work. Henry and the escort were all that was on her mind...
The silence was interupted by a ring of Maura's phone. She had received a text message. Of course Jane could have called her but she wanted to meet Maura again. There was something about the blonde. And besides, she didn't think that such information should be discussed via phone. The text was short and simple.
Meet me at 7pm at the bar -Jane.
Maura looked at her phone for a long time, staring at its contents. Her heart sped up a beat and she breathed deeply. Then she looked at the time on her computer...she had several hours to go before the meeting and she didn't think that she could stand it. What had happened? What did her husband do? What was he doing?
She closed her eyes for a moment and waited for the time to go by. She was lucky to be busy. Finally she stepped into the bar. She looked for the young woman and found her sitting at a corner booth, so she slowly walked over.
Clearing her throat lightly, "May I sit?"
"By all means." Jane said friendly and recrossed her legs under the table. She wore the very same outfit she had worn as she had met Maura's husband. She studied her face. She looked so worried and Jane wondered if Maura had thought about not coming. But curiousity and uncertainty had made her come.
"Do you want to order a drink first, Dr. Isles?" Jane asked her.
Maura sat and fidgeted with her purse for a moment before she nodded.
"A drink would most likely calm these nerves I have," she said with an uneasy laugh and she placed her hands flat on the table. Yes, she had considered calling the whole thing off. What she didn't know...wouldn't kill her for that long...would it? She met Jane's eyes and smiled faintly. Then ordered a drink.
"So um...what..." she couldn't finish her sentence.
Jane drank a sip from her own martini and stared in her eyes, boring into her hazel ones.
"When I entered the café he was sitting by himself, reading the paper. I walked up to him, asked him if I could have a section of his newspaper, he agreed and even offered me a seat. He was very polite during our talk, paid for another cup of coffee for me, but he didn't do something inappropriate. He seemed interested though but in a way...he was...retiring. I think it was because the café was so close to campus and he would fear someone would see him with me." Jane told her and looked back in Maura's eyes.
"Is there somewhere else your husband goes? That is further away from campus? So I can run into him again?"
Maura stared at her drink as it arrived and let out a deep breath. There really wasn't a place that her husband went that she didn't know of.
"Not that I am aware of," she said with a slight one shoulder shrug. She finally picked up her drink and took a long drink. The alcohol burned all the way down her throat and she made a face. She had needed that...needed to feel something that either hurt her or felt good. She just wanted to feel alive again.
"I think, I will just let go. I really don't know if I can handle knowing..."
Jane studied her again and leaned back in the booth.
"If that is what you want. Of course I can try again in the café if you wish. I can be more flirty and let him know that I'd be definitly interested in sleeping with him. We can see how he reacts to that." Jane said to her.
"That is...if you want to. In my opinion, you should do that. Or else you will live your whole life wondering what if."
Maura stared at the young woman and took another drink.
"And if he does want to sleep with you...what then? How am I supposed to feel about him? I mean...I-I don't feel like I am anything to him anymore...but the mother of his children...I don't feel loved...I don't even think he wants to touch me...How could you ever know how that feels?" She said almost bitterly and her sad eyes just looked down.
"I am not responsible what happens after I give out information. I am a high class call girl and not a psychiatrist. Maybe you should have tried marriage counceling first." The brunette pointed out and had a sip of her martini again.
She studied every inch of Maura's pretty face. She was perfect in every way to Jane. Then a thought accured to her.
"Or...wasn't our meeting about your husband all along? You could have hired any other girl for less money, to try to talk to your husband. But a woman like you, with class, and who feels neglected from her husband and craves for touches and love... you wouldn't just any girl. You'd hire someone who has class too to fulfill your wishes, your sexual needs... Was your first thought of hiring me so I'd make you feel desirable again? Did you want to sleep with me but when you saw me you were too scared to voice it?" Jane asked, looking in her eyes.
Maura was speechless after Jane's last words and she found her face heated as it flushed. She was grateful for the dim lighting. She didn't blink and slowly shoo her head.
"No, I just needed to know why he was wanting me. If there was another woman in his life...someone that he wanted to be with...because I can't live with myself it is my fault," she said slightly angry.
How dare this young woman tried to tell her how she should feel or what she should do. She didn't know her...she had no right. Maura held her tongue.
"I can't talk to him, but that is really none of your business. Just do what I am paying you for...but don't sleep with him...let him think that you will.."
"Certainly." Jane said, hardly offended by her words.
"So does it mean you still want me to go on? To meet your husband again at the café?" The brunette woman asked her, looking back into her eyes.
The waiter came over to their table and placed another drink in front of Jane, telling her that it was coming from the gentleman at the bar. Jane flashed the man at the bar a smile, trying to figure out if he seemed familiar and was a former client, but she couldn't really tell with this dim light. She took the toothpick from her martini glass and slide the olive off of it with her lips and ate it.
Maura was captivated by the young woman's lips and she felt her heart skip a beat. Was she really that low that she wanted to have sex with anything that breathed? Was she that desperate that she was thinking of sleeping with someone other than her husband? She finally looked away.
"Just once more...to see what he would do..." she said and finished her drink. She looked up a moment later and smiled a bit. Then she reached down into her purse and pulled out an envelope. Inside was a check for one thousand dollars. She placed it on the table and got up.
"Have a nice evening," she said, fixed her skirt and walked off.
Jane staid seated and finished off her martini slowly, before she grabbed the envelope, put it in her purse and then got up and left the bar.
On the way home Jane couldn't stop thinking about Maura's eyes and the expression in her face. There was just something about her that she couldn't put her finger on yet. She caught herself secretly hoping that her assumption of Maura wanting to sleep with her had been correct but apparently, it really was about the husband.
A week passed and the brunette went back to the café to see Maura's husband. She knew that the week must have been torture for Maura and that she had awaited a phone call or a text message every day to find out the truth about her husband. Though on Tuesday, Maura would receive a text again from Jane. Same time, same place. I'll be waiting -Jane.
TBC
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