Susan had had a really long day. She presented for two new clients and finished making plans for a teenager's birthday party in Brooklyn. Now she was sitting at her desk making a list of things that needed to be done in the morning, as always Susan was the last to leave. The door opened, "Did you forget something Edward?" She turned around. I strange man stood in front of her. "We're closed sir." She said as she looked around trying to figure out the best way to get out.
"Sorry Miss, I'm Mrs. Montgomery's chauffeur, Parker. She would like to know if you are done for the evening."
"Where is she?"
"In the car," Parker pointed at the sedan out front.
"Ummmm, Yes, I guess I am done for the evening." She hadn't expected to see Bizzy tonight. Almost every night for the last two weeks Bizzy had called. Susan enjoyed hearing Bizzy's voice before she went to bed.
Susan packed her things and locked up the building. She stepped into the sedan when Parker held open the door. "Wanna date?" Susan said to a waiting Bizzy.
"Now that's the best offer I've had in a long time." Bizzy grabbed the front of Susan's shirt and pulled her in for a kiss. Then a few more kisses. "I was thinking we could have dinner?"
"Sure. There's this really small Chinese place not that far from here. Only people that live in the neighborhood know about it."
"That sounds good, but I was thinking I would cook." Bizzy smiled at the dumbfounded look on Susan's face. She rolled down the privacy screen. "Parker, Miss Ballord's house please." She rolled the screen back up.
"In my kitchen?!"
"Yes. Is there a reason that I shouldn't?"
"Well, Elise and I kinda only use it to hold water and leftovers. I'm not sure we've ever turned on the stove."
"Do you have pots and pans?"
"Of Course. Elise's stepmother bought them when we moved in. Her way of telling Elise it was time to grow up. I'm pretty sure they have never been used."
"Well tonight we will. I have a very special menu planned."
"Good cause I'm starving."
When they arrived at Susan's apartment, Parker opened the doors and grabbed the bag out the back of the car. He followed them upstairs placing the bag in the kitchen. Susan hoped Bizzy would stay, but afraid that she may not want to. When Bizzy turned to Parker telling him to take the rest of the night off, Susan thought her heart would pop out of her chest. Bizzy pulled a bottle of wine out of the bag. "Where are your glasses?" Susan pointed to the cabinet above her head. She poured Susan and herself a glass of Pinot Gris. Handing a glass to Susan, she asked for the pots and pans. Susan pointed to another cabinet. Every time she asked for something Susan pointed to the right cabinet. "For someone that never uses the kitchen you certainly know where everything is."
"Organizing is my life. I can't believe you can cook."
"I spent a lot of time in Europe before I married. I discovered cooking. It was a way to occupy my time and surprisingly enough an acceptable skill for me to learn." Susan sensed a trace of sadness in her statement. "For a while I entertained being a chef, but later I thought better of it. Now I only do it when I am on vacation. Or the middle of the night. It relaxes me."
"So, what are you making?"
"Well, as an appetizer I am making prosciutto flat bread with arugula, caramelized onions and a balsamic reduction."
"Huh"
"It's like pizza but better. I know how much you love pizza."
"I don't know why you don't like pizza. It's a full meal. Vegetables in the tomato sauce, meat, and bread. It's the perfect food." Bizzy laughed at her.
"You know eventually you're going to need to stop eating like a teenager." She poured the vinegar into a pan turning the oven on. "I am also making chicken marsala with mash potatoes and broccoli. Chocolate mousse for desert."
"That's a lot of food. You expecting guests."
"No, but your going to need your energy for later." 'Later,' Susan thought. Her mind flashed to the sight of Bizzy in her bodysuit. Susan felt a little light headed. She took a gulp of wine. "Slow down," Bizzy said. "We have all night."
Bizzy continued to cook. Susan shared a few stories from her childhood. Bizzy discovered that she was really close to her parents especially her father. Susan told funny stories about growing up the youngest of four in Saginaw, Michigan. She made Bizzy laugh until she cried. Bizzy even shared a few embarrassing stories from her childhood.
"The first time I met the Captain, my parents were invited to dinner at a mutual friend's house. He was there, though I can't remember why? I was trying desperately not to be kissed by our friend's son. My parents thought we would make a good match." Bizzy rolled her eyes. "We were standing out on the patio, every time he approached I stepped back. Eventually, I stepped into the pool. When I tried to climb out, I kept falling back in because I couldn't get my grip. That stupid idiot son was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. The Captain stood there hysterically laughing. He was enough of a gentleman to help me out of the pool and offer me his jacket. I came out chiffon clinging to me. I was more upset than mortified." Susan laughed. "I haven't thought about that in years."
"So, then you fell in love with him."
"No. I think I called him a jerk and stormed off. I had to listen to my mother talk about the embarrassment I caused the family all the way home. It was frustrating. A few days later he invited himself to lunch with a few friends and to almost every event or lunch or dinner I attended subsequently. Eventually, he wrangled a dinner invitation to our house from my mother. Later, she forced me to accept his dinner invite. Two children later here we are."
Susan couldn't tell if Bizzy was unhappy in her marriage. She wanted to ask if she was just a mindless distraction, but was afraid that Bizzy's answer may be yes so she told her first date story. They finished dinner just talking, like they had been doing it for years.
Susan cleared the table after dinner, filling the sink with water, soap, and dishes. Bizzy offered help but Susan said it was her payment for a lovely meal. Susan worked at the sink in silence. Bizzy came into the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine, she placed the glass next to Susan standing directly behind her. She placed her hands on the brunette's arms resting her chin on her shoulders. She slipped her arms around Susan's waist, kissing her neck. Susan let the dish drop out her hands. The brunette rolled her head back. When Bizzy began to suck behind her ear, she groaned out loud.
Susan turned around bringing her hands to Bizzy's face. She buried her hands in the red hair. Susan poured all her emotions into every single kiss. Every stroke she tried show Bizzy how much this meant to her. She never felt this way before. But she wasn't prepared; she had to stop this before it went much further. Bizzy started to undo the brunette's blouse. "Stop." Bizzy freed a few more buttons. "Bizzy please. Stop, no."
It took Bizzy a minute to realize what she was saying. She stopped, stepping back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. We don't have to do anything. I just want you. But if you're not ready or interested…" She trailed off. The redhead was at a loss, no one flustered her, but Susan had. Bizzy shook her head. Susan was still trying to catch her breath. "I'll go." Susan reached out grabbing her hand.
"No, don't go just give me a few minutes." She moved forward to kiss the redhead. "You assumed right. I just imagined this and I bought something."
Bizzy smiled placing her hands on Susan's shoulders. "And you feel better when you have a plan to follow." Susan smiled at Bizzy, most people didn't get that about her. "Can't we check out the item you've bought later?"
"Bizzy, please. It won't take me very long. Just sit down. Have another glass of wine." Susan kissed her one more time before heading into the bedroom.
About a week ago, she conned Edward into going lingerie shopping with her. She now owed him a ridiculously expensive dinner, but as she pulled on the crème negligee, she knew dinner would be worth it. Before she headed back to Bizzy, Susan pulled her sheets off the bed replacing them with the satin one's she'd purchased and never thought she'd need.
She stepped into the living room, hitting her best sexy girl pose. "Bizzy," she said breathily.
Bizzy looked at Susan. "I love it when a plan works," she said. Bizzy stood about arms length from Susan motioning the brunette to turn around. She kissed Susan, quickly leaving her mouth and heading to the areas left exposed by the material. Bizzy lingered at her throat and her chest. She used her lips to memorize the areas, she catalogued each moan. Susan could feel herself getting weak kneed.
"Bizzy. Bedroom." These were the only words Susan could manage. The redhead walked Susan back towards the bedroom closing the door behind them.
*
Bizzy woke the next morning, her body completely tangled around Susan's. Susan looked beautiful laying there. Bizzy brushed the hair out of her face mesmerized by how different Susan looked now. Last night was more than Bizzy ever imagined. She planned dinner with the intention of getting Susan out of her system. It didn't work. She wanted Susan more than ever.
Bizzy got up, wrapping Susan's robe around herself. She sat in the living room window seat and stared at the city. It was so expansive. She spent a week trying to clear last night; Addison and Archer after much proding and bribery had left for friends' houses. The captain was taking the weekend to sail, probably with Addison's French tutor. For the first time Bizzy didn't care.
How had she ever gotten herself into this? All she had thought about was Susan. 'Susan,' Bizzy said her name. A few months ago Bizzy didn't even know who the brunette was. A few months ago Bizzy knew who she was. Meeting Susan had changed everything. For the first time in her life, she wanted to say to hell with responsibility and expectation. Take Susan some place where it could be just be the two of them.
A door opened on the other side of the apartment. Assuming it was Susan, Bizzy didn't turn around.
"Hey, Suse. You're up early." Bizzy turned around at the sound of Elise's voice. Elise came out of her bedroom coming face to face with Bizzy. "Shit, Mrs. Montgomery I didn't know you were here."
"Susan is asleep." Bizzy tried to sound as calm as possible. Why hadn't Susan told her Elise was here? What was she going to do?
"Oh." Elise said and as if answering Bizzy's questions. "I got here a few hours ago. Susan didn't know I was coming."
"Ok." Elise didn't seem shocked by Bizzy's presence.
"Mrs. Montgomery, I'm sorry about what happened with your husband."
"It takes two people to have an affair. You have no need to apologize."
"Well, I am going to catch a nap. Tell Susan I'm here when she wakes up." Elise headed back into her room. Before she closed the door she said, "Don't hurt her." She caught Bizzy's eyes, conveying her plea. She went back into the room.
Bizzy took a few deep breaths to calm herself. It never occurred to Bizzy that Susan had confided in anyone. Especially not Elise. She was terrified of what Elise would do with this information. Scorned woman could be vindictive. But Elise's apology and her parting words didn't sound like the words of someone that was plotting revenge.
Susan had shared things with Elise. Bizzy wanted to know what and how much. She sat down on the couch taking a few deep breaths. Susan trusted Elise. She wasn't sure why but she did. And Bizzy trusted Susan. She would talk to Susan about it. Another door opened.
Susan stood in the door way in a t-shirt. "You coming back to bed? It's cold without you."
"Elise is here." Bizzy responded. Susan brushed her own hair out of her face.
"Yeah… How'd she look?"
"Fine I guess."
"Good. You wanna come back to bed?"
"Maybe I should go?"
"Please, don't. Elise isn't going to say anything. She wouldn't do that to me." Bizzy believed Susan. "We could check into a hotel if that would make you feel better."
Susan hoped that Bizzy would spend the entire weekend with her. She wanted more time before it ended. She hoped that Bizzy wanted the same.
"Lets' just go back to bed." Bizzy thought she heard Susan squeal. As Bizzy followed Susan into room, she figured she would work out what happened next later.
Thanks everyone for all the words of encouragement. Hoped you enjoyed this chapter.