been through so many dark years muddled with pain. Now things are clearer for me.” Tracey looked at Jasper’s eyes and professed, “I love you.”
This greatly pleased Jasper. Although he could have been with most any woman of his choice, Tracey was a rarity, he thought. She was emotionally connected to him, kindhearted, and sexually desirable unlike the scheming, manipulative women he encountered over the years. He kissed her again but, this time, embraced her face lovingly.
Tracey felt his passion and remarked, “Who would have thought the day you were closing the Blackstone & Carter merger deal at my offices that it would lead to this?”
“Oh, I did,” Jasper smugly replied. They burst out laughing, clearly giddy from their cocktails. Jasper caught his breath from his laughter.
“No, seriously, I did,” said Jasper.
“Oh, come on.”
“When I walked into that conference room, we locked eyes. Our inner souls exuded the connection. I remember the day well. Your long brown hair was swept up, and your beautiful neck and eyes were saying, ‘Come take me, my love.’” Jasper touched her hair and kissed her neck, and they both laughed.
Jasper continued, “You held a burgundy Montblanc pen in your left hand with your long lovely fingers.” He took her left hand, placed the tip of her finger in his mouth, and licked it up and down. They laughed again.
“Your shapely, firm round breasts nearly made me holler.” They both laughed incessantly as Tracey knew that he would attempt to kiss her breasts. He playfully bent his head to kiss her cleavage.
“Don’t you dare in public,” Tracey said firmly but with the edge of a challenge. Jasper stopped. Then quickly pecked her cleavage. They laughed.
“And then . . . when you opened your mouth to speak . . . I thought, ‘Goodness, thank you, Father. She is a financial genius.’” He kissed her mouth lovingly.
“Now you know that story is not the truth,” said Tracey. She loved Jasper’s intelligent, precise way of being a man . . . so brilliant, yet so simple.
“Sure it is. I wanted you, and you wanted me just the same, if not more.”
“Of course you know that is insane. When I saw that wedding band on your finger, all temporary green buttons turned red immediately. And considering that wedding band is still on your finger, we should talk.”
Jasper’s joy is slightly deflated. “Tracey, come on now. You know we’ve worked out a plan and timeline. It’s only a matter of weeks. Relax, sweetie. Let’s not allow such distracting issues to weigh upon such a beautiful evening.”
The waiter came over and poured the remaining wine into Tracey’s glass and asked, “Sir, do you and the lady care to have dessert?”
Jasper looked at Tracey. “I will have dessert, but not anything on the menu.” Jasper smiled at Tracey and kissed her hand. “We’ll have the check please.”
They left the jazz room, exited the building, and entered Jasper’s private black stretch limousine that waited outside.
“Henry, the usual,” Jasper said to his driver.
“Yes, sir,” Henry replied.
As they drove through the glaring city lights of Manhattan, Jasper looked at Tracey, knowing how much she loved him. He gave her as much as he could, he thought, that is for a mistress.
As they rode the elevator to the forty-fourth floor of the five-star Regency Palace Hotel, Tracey slipped her right hand into Jasper’s pants to touch him; she yearned for Jasper to make passionate love to her every day they were apart. They looked each other squarely in the eyes. Tracey was a tall woman standing at five feet ten inches and, coupled with her four-inch heels, reached Jasper’s mouth at six feet two inches with ease. Jasper gently placed his lips on hers and slowly swirled his tongue around her warm mouth. He touched her hand from outside his pants and pressed her fingers against him. They ached for each other, but to Tracey, their relationship was significantly more than sexual encounters. She loved him deeply. They held hands as they walked off the elevator to suite 4409. Jasper placed the card key in the door but, before opening, turned to his side to look at Tracey’s hazelnut eyes lovingly.
“Your beauty is simply unimaginable. I love you more than life,” Jasper whispered. He tenderly kissed her smooth left cheek as they entered the suite.
Jasper met Tracey every other Thursday for over two years at the Regency Palace Hotel for a romantic evening, oftentimes preceded by an extravagant dinner at a discreet restaurant. During the summer