Authors note, Ok I'll update my Hector and Andromache story later this week ok. I just quit my job so I'll have far more study/writing time. But I just got back from school and wanted to write something trashy. Enjoy and review!
A few days later….
For three days Sanderson tried as hard as he could, but he couldn't get her kiss out of his head.
He couldn't stop thinking about the way her lips felt.
The way her hair felt between his fingers, or the she touched him. It was both curiously and possessively.
She was simply intoxicating.
It both drove him nuts and filled him with guilt.
While it made him feel things he hadn't felt since his wife died, he couldn't help but remind himself that it was Hoot's wife. It was as if he were in love with his best friends sister.
He could hardly sleep at night, he had trouble concentrating at work, and he took more cold showers then he had during his teenage years. When he fell asleep his dreams were full of things that made his teenage dreams seem tame.
Sanderson laid in bed and listened Diana go into the shower, he heard the water start and tried very hard not to think about who was in the shower, or what she looked like, wet and soapy.
He then scolded himself for thinking such a thing. But then he had the sudden though of going in the shower, then he sat up and scolded himself again.
"How the hell did he put up with her," Sanderson whispered to himself, he covered his eyes with his hand. Then listened as feet walked down the hall. Up to his door, and Jordan peeked in his father's bedroom, "Dad?"
"Yes my son," Sanderson asked.
"There's some old lady at the front door."
Sanderson sat up and looked at his son, "What does this old woman look like?"
Jordan thought really hard, "Ummmm…..old. White short hair. Blue eyes. She's dressed up like Martha Stewart. She's real bitchy."
Immediately Sanderson told Jordan, "I don't want to hear you swearing again. If I hear one more swear out of your mouth I'm gonna beat your ass."
He slid out of bed and followed his son out and into the hall in a pair of jeans.
Sanderson followed his son out into the living room, where he was shocked to see his mother.
She was seated on the couch.
Dressed in a business suit skirt seat. Her legs crossed, heels on. Her white hair was perfectly trimmed. Her blue eyes a shocking color just like Sanderson. Seated on the floor were the rest of the girls, painting Harry's toenails.
Sanderson could see the pure revulsion on her face, it made him happy.
At the sight of her son she stood up and held her hand out.
Sanderson looked at it, he never hugged his mother. Never once in his life. Not even as a child. His father was the warm and open one.
Sanderson shook his mothers hand.
His mother looked at the children. Then back to Sanderson, who sat down and asked, "What is it?"
Jordan took a seat beside his father on the couch. Curious who the woman was, the girls seated on the floor didn't even glance up at the woman. She looked once more at the children and then to Sanderson, hinting without words.
Finally Sanderson asked, "What is it? Or did you just come to say hi?"
The last time Sanderson had spoken to his mother was on his wedding night when she made it obvious that his wife, Humera, was not an acceptable choice for a wife.
They hadn't spoken since.
The last time Sanderson had spoken to his father was a week before.
Finally, his mother spoke up, she smoothed her hands over her skirt, "Jeffery. Your father and I, are getting a divorce."
Sanderson wasn't too surprised.
Beside him Jordan stared at the woman, he put two and two together, "Dad? Is she gramp's wife?"
Sanderson looked at his son, "Yeah."
Jordan looked at the woman a little closer, but he took his fathers hand. Inwardly Sanderson was a little upset. His parents had been married for forty years. But he knew his father wasn't happy. He knew his father had met another woman. He was glad his son took his hand.
His mother's eyes darted from the small hand that held Sanderson's back to Sanderson's eyes. She didn't look at any of the children again, instead she told Sanderson, "I've met a man."
Sanderson's eyebrows rose.
"We're engaged," she continued.
Jordan's eyes darted over at her left hand. Seeing the diamond on her finger, Sanderson also looked, and saw that at closer inspection the ring his mother used to wear had been replaced.
"In a few days I'm going down to some Godforsaken island in the Caribbean to get the marriage annulled. Then I am going home to Maine. I'd like you to walk me down the aisle."
Sanderson took a breath, he held his mothers eyes, "I've told you before. I am not changing my mind."
His mothers jaw twitched.
Her eyes then grew wide enough Sanderson was afraid they would fall from her head, he then heard Diana's voice behind him, "Sanderson, the showers acting funny again."
Sanderson glanced over his shoulder and almost died then and there, Diana stood there in no more then a white towel, the towel kept everything covered, but it wasn't large enough for him.
Beside the fact she was wet and soapy.
Jordan turned around in his seat, "Did you swear at it?"
Diana nodded, "That was the first thing I did little man."
Sanderson couldn't help but stare. Her hair hung around her face in strands. She wasn't stick thin. But she was not fat by far. She looked every bit like a woman.
Quickly he stood, he looked to his mother, "You know my answer. If you want, stay for breakfast. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Rachael looked up at her mother, "Mom. Do you have any clear nail polish for Harry? I don't want the paint to chip."
Diana thought about the question, while Sanderson walked briskly past her, she looked to the woman. "I'll bring some out sweetie. Why don't you see if our guest would like something to drink?"