Wrapped In My Wife(7)

What? I narrow my eyes at the phone. “What are you up to, Dylan?” I mutter.

“Who? The husband?” Nancy asks, clearly having heard me.

“Yes. He used our babysitter yesterday, but he told me he picked up the boys.”

“An affair!” Nancy gasps dramatically, and I burst out laughing. I laugh so hard tears start to leak down my face.

“Yeah, right. My husband would never cheat,” I say, one thousand percent certain that’s not it. “No, he’s up to something else.” I think I’m going to go on a little mission to throw him off his game.

“It’s cute how well you two know each other.” She says it like she really means it.

“I’m going to head to lunch. Will you drop those on my desk when you’re done going over them?”

“Sure.” She picks up the papers and goes back to reading them.

I head to my office and am thankful Mark isn't there. I grab my purse then head out. I make a quick stop at the house to change, still annoyed that Mark asked me to wear something nicer. I know I have pants on, but they’re dressy.

I find a black sleeveless dress that falls to my knees. It hugs me at the top but flares out at the bottom. I have a jacket that goes with it so it doesn’t show too much skin. I slip my flats off and put on a pair of heels. I reach under my dress, pulling my panties off and putting them into my purse, coming up with an idea.

When I get to Dylan’s office I see his assistant Jonathan is typing away on his computer. He does all of Dylan’s paperwork because Dylan can’t stand it. You’d be surprised how much there is when it comes to construction. Dylan’s company started out as just light remodeling. Now he custom builds million-dollar homes. My man has come so far. I remember many nights staying up late with him, planning projects and doing the paperwork myself. It got to be too much with having newborn twins. When we finally found Marie, who was his assistant for the last five years, she was a godsend. But she moved across the country to be near her grandchildren and I still miss her like crazy.

“Mrs. Wallace,” Jonathan greets me. He’s always way too dressed up, in my opinion. Today he even has on a bow tie. You’d think he worked in a law firm or something. Not a place where men come in covered in dust and dirt half the time.

“Hi.” I give him a little wave before heading towards Dylan’s office.

“He’s not here, ma’am,” Jonathan says with a little hesitation in his voice.

I stop, turning to look at him before pulling out my cell phone. Jonathan might annoy the crap out of me, but he always has Dylan’s schedule marked down with everything.

“I don’t know where he is, ma’am,” he adds. Then he mutters something about my husband randomly disappearing. “Would you like me to pencil you in?”

“Pencil me in?” I roll my eyes at him. Turning back, I head for Dylan's office. I pull my panties out of my purse and toss them onto his desk before grabbing a pen and paper and leaving him a note.





Chapter 6





Dylan





“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble, parking around the corner from my office and watching Emily walk out of my office. I know that look on her face. She’s pissed.

I panicked and didn’t know what to do. I was waiting in the parking lot of the library watching the cameras, but then I lost track of her. It wasn’t her normal lunch break, and I knew she packed her lunch. I even slipped a little note in there telling her how much I loved her.

But instead of her going to eat in the break room like she did before, she disappeared. It wasn’t until I got a text from Jonathan telling me my wife just showed up at my office that I realized she gave me the slip. I never knew my wife had spy capabilities, but I was wrong.

When I watch her drive away, I run in the office and find Jonathan at his desk keying in invoices. He jumps up in shock when he sees me walk in.

“Mr. Wallace, your wife just left. I’ve had to push several meetings. Are you in your office today?” The words tumble out of his mouth as he follows close on my heels.

I ignore him and march back to my office. I’d watched her through the window as she strutted back there, then she walked out. I want to know what she did.

When I walk in, I look around and see crumpled fabric on the desk.

“Well, since you’re here now, I could go ahead and get the conference call started and it could replace the meeting you were supposed to have this morning.”

“I’m not here,” I say, as I walk over to my desk and find what looks like a rumpled handkerchief.

“Obviously you’re here. I just need to go over some things, and you’re not answering your emails. With all due respect, this really this isn’t the time to slack off. I’ve got people calling all hours of the day begging for appointments with you. This could be an amazing opportunity to double your profits from last year.”

When I pick up the scrap of fabric, I know instantly what they are. “Jonathan,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Yes, Mr. Wallace?”

“With all due respect, get the fuck out of my office,” I say, balling up her panties in my fist and seeing the handwritten note under them.

I don’t hear his response. I just know he does as I ask when the handle on the door clicks closed.