Her Secret Thrill

He felt hope blossom in his chest. “Right. This is just for ourselves. No expectations other than that when we’re alone together, we leave everything else outside the door and just enjoy each other. Maybe explore some of those other hidden desires and wants you’ve wondered about but haven’t wanted to give your partner an insight into.”

She pulled out of his arms. “I don’t know, Jake. This was undeniably wonderful. But I don’t know if I can just…I don’t know…schedule something like this into my life. It seems so—”

“Perfect,” he said, unwilling to give up. “I’m not seeing anyone seriously. You?”

She shook her head.

“Like I said. Perfect. Consider it an outlet. Something you give yourself, like a trip to the spa or something.”

She laughed.

“Okay, okay, but you know what I mean. What’s so wrong with that? No one has to know. And if we meet someone in our personal lives that we intend to get serious about, then that’s it. No questions asked. Otherwise, it will last as long as we both want it to.” He walked to her. “No intrusions into each other’s lives. We control this. It is what we want it to be. Nothing more, nothing less.”

She looked into his eyes again, then finally looked away. “I don’t know.” She pulled away again and went to the bathroom. “I just don’t think I can do that. I’m sorry, Jake.” She disappeared behind the bathroom door. He didn’t pursue her.

What he did instead was to grab some hotel stationery and write down his itinerary for the next several months. He jotted down where he’d be, on what dates, and at what hotels. He tucked it into her purse for her to find later. Maybe by then she’d have a change of heart.

At the bottom of the note, he wrote, “Now you know where to find me.” And he signed it “Your Secret Thrill.”

5

“LIZA, I CAN’T.” Natalie tucked the phone against her shoulder and nodded to her assistant, Nancy, who had just layered her desk with another stack of files. She signed several forms, flipped the folder shut and handed it back to Nancy who silently mouthed that she was late for a meeting. Natalie made the okay sign and took hold of the phone. “No, Liza, there is no way I can fly out there this weekend. I’ve got two depositions to take, and a brief to write that will take a ton of research.”

Besides, she knew Jake would be in California this weekend. In San Diego. Which was very close to L.A. Too close. “I promise I’ll try next time. And it would help if I had more than three days’ notice.”