Cat sat quietly on the bed watching Patrick. He was fresh out of the shower; water glistened off of his body. "He's so small" Cat thought to herself. Of course he was much larger compared to her, and he had those broad shoulders but at the end of the day, compared to any other guy he was small. Her uncle had said brought it up originally. And now her mind kept going back to that but why.

"Get over here big boy"

"You gonna stay the night? Again"

"Of course, and if you're lucky I'll be in your bed all day as well"

Cat flipped her hair and snuggled up to Patrick's warm body.

"Why don't you just move in with me?"

"Oh we talked about this"

"Half your shit is already here. You sleep here all the time"

"Patrick…"

"Ok, ok keep your back up place, how was work?"

"It was ok, Jack creped me out some"

Patrick suddenly stopped his ritual channel surfing and sat up a concerned look on his face.

"What did he do? Did he say something? Touch you?"

"Relax Rambo, nothing happened"

"Something had to happen to creep you out"

"I don't know, the way he looked at me, I know he has a crush on me but"

"But what"

Patrick's eyes were wide and glossy; his complete physical demeanor had suddenly changed completely. He looked angry and wild and outrageously sexy.

"God you look sexy right now"

"Cat…"

Patrick didn't finish his sentence, he wasn't able to Cats tongue was in his mouth, and her taste was disrupting his train of thought. He gave in to her, resisting was pointless. After all why would you, she was his goddess and he was going to get down on his knees and worship her. He kissed her neck rigorously working his way slowly down. He paused momentarily at her navel slipping his tongue in quickly before moving lower. He spread her thighs with his hands kissing the insides as he went. Sliding off Cats black silk panties as delicately as possibly, never loosing contact between his mouth and her sweet, sweet flesh. Patrick paused and looked longingly into Cats wide excited eyes. A small smile graced his mouth and he licked his lips. Tonight it was all about her. He would get down on his knees and pay tribute to his muse, his world, his goddess.

Cat sat up, the sun was inking its way into the bed room. Cat thought about getting up, about fixing Patrick breakfast and coffee, a luxury he had grown so accustomed to. But she couldn't, her body was still tingling from last night. He sure knew what he was doing down there. She thought smiling. He was the best I'd ever had. Then it dawned on her, you don't just wake up one day knowing how to do the things he had done to her. He was taught and corrected and molded to know how to do what he did. Worst of all that meant he had done the same thing he had done to her to another women. For the first time Cat was having second thoughts about him. When they made love who was he thinking about? When he said he loved her who was he saying he loved? Was it her or his ex. The women who left him barely breathing, the women he had loved so much that her leaving had caused his world to implode. Would she ever be able to break some on like that? She didn't want to hurt Patrick, but she wanted to be somebody's somebody; she wanted to be the women who made the sun rise and set each night. She wanted to know that she held Patrick's heart. But was it too late? Did Patrick already give his heart away to someone?

Jackie stood up and stretched, it was noon she should have been at work 2 hours ago. Oh well she thought Will's a push over, he'll let me to anything…so long as I don't tell his wife. She sighed; Tuesday mornings were always the hardest. But then again Monday was the new Friday and anybody who is anybody is out at the clubs. She pulled on a short black skirt, paired with a low pink cami and a black jacket. She looked professional enough to be working as a secretary at any run of the mill whore house. But Will had never complained, then again why would he? His wife had just had twin baby boys. She looked nothing like Jackie and she allowed Will to show her off to the world. In return she was paid more than any one at the travel agency and could basically come and go as she pleased. She decided this outfit was as good as any other; it would make a perfect lunch outfit. And today, she wanted steak and lobster and cake and ice cream. Of course not to eat, she just wanted to know how she ranked in Wills wallet. So what if he had a wife and kids at home. It was his wife's fault she was with him, any self respecting women would never dear let her body get all huge and stretched out for a couple of dirty little brats. Yes today Will would buy her and expensive lunch. And she would contemplate her next move as Will's wallet was running thin and her expense list wasn't. If she got lucky he would give her a reason to sue him for sexual harassment but her step mother had taught her one simple rule, if your gonna sue you better make sure it's worth your while.

"Here comes the queen bitch" mumbled the brunette by the window.

The room got quiet, no one wanted to mix words with Jackie, she was poison. And once she sank her fangs into you it took a hell of a lot to get it out. Jackie marched straight into Wills office. A few women commented on how someone should tell his wife, but no one would. There are something's that are just too horrible to tell someone. A few men joked about how just touching her could give you a STD but secretly they would all fuck her given the chance. It was the way of the world. From inside Will's office, Jackie's shrill whining voice could be heard along with Wills gruff one. There was the sound of pounding…or was it stomping? Either way no one was alarmed, it would be a blessing if Will decided to kill her, but everyone had been working here long enough to know exactly what was going on behind that door. Jackie was making some wild demand, Will said no maybe that he needed the money for his new family or that he had to stop doing this, Jackie would then of course pitch a fit and scream about law suits telling his wife what he had been doing. Will would then tell her to keep her mouth shut that no one would believe her, and then he would give in to what she wanted. Jackie had always got what she wanted.

"I'll be back in an hour" Will told the brunette sitting by the window. She stared hard into his eyes but he never looked up to meet her gaze.

"Willy's taking me out"

"That's so sweet of you Willy" The brunette said sharply, staring down Jackie. There was no way to win. She wanted to rip out Jackie's cheep tacky over priced hair extensions and tell Wills wife everything. But she needed this job, and she was afraid of Jackie. Not it afraid of her physically of course, but it was something she couldn't explain.

"Beth?"

"Yes Mister Connor?"

"If there are any calls for me while I'm out-"

"You've gone out to lunch and will return shortly"

"Yes thank you very-"

"I'm sorry sir, but I have a call"

There was no call; she just desperately needed a way to force them to go. She couldn't take being a part of this game. It was just too painful.

"She knows, you know" Mark said as soon as he watched Wills car pull out of the lot.

"What"

"The wife, they always know, they can sense it. As long as there is no confirmed evidence of it they can carry on happily"

"Someone needs to tell her"

"And destroy her whole life? He won't leave his wife, men like Will never do. Besides the witch is getting restless she's going to move on to something else"

Beth nodded and went back to her mindless work she hopped Mark was right.

"What are we doing here?!?!?!" Jackie snapped as they pulled into a little bistro.

"You wanted lunch, we can sit outside"

"NO"

"Ok babe whatever you want."

They walked into the small restaurant. There were two waitresses working both blonds. There was a young very handsome man at the bar. It was a cute place, it was expectable.

"Hey baby? Wanna go to the bar and grab us a few drinks and I'll get us a table?"

Jackie didn't answer, she flipped her hair and strolled up to the bar, she would have gone up there whether or not Will asked her. She was in the market for something old new it didn't matter, Will was 43, and the man at the bar was young dark olive skin tall muscular dark hair handsome face. Something Jackie was certainly always in the market for.

"Hi"

He was startled

"Hi"

"How are you? Mr. Big Tall Dark and Handsome"

He smiled shyly.

"Well I'm ok…Beautiful"

Jackie leaned on the bar, showing off her ample cleavage. He took a quick glance, but his eyes pulled away to a young woman with chocolate hair talking to who Jackie could only guess was the manager, and holding what she could only assume was a pay check.

Jackie leaned forward and placed as passionate kiss on the young man's lips.

"I'm Jackie"

"Jack" he whispered back.

"Well Jack, when do you get off?"