Casanova Lives

Get In & Get Out

Later that night Zoey and I lay beside each other oddly speechless. Which was strange for me, because usually I was dressed and gone before there was even a chance for conversation. But something kept me from making a mad dash for the door.

"You know I'd understand if you want to leave." Zoey broke the silence.

Looking at her, the cream colored sheet covered her bare chest and her eyes were on the ceiling. She was exhausted, that was obvious and explainable. She had had a lot of pent up energy that was for sure.

"Do you want me too?"

I closed my eyes, as I cursed myself silently.

What a stupid question, you don't ask. You just get up, find your clothes and leave simple as that.

She was silent and I wasn't sure what that meant. And truthfully, it didn't matter I was leaving one way or another.

"I should get going…." I sat up and flung my feet over the side of the bed. As I stood I waited for her to say something to me, maybe ask me for my number.

But nothing.

Searching around the bed, I found my shirt and then my tie.

"You can take a shower if you want." She pointed to the adjoining bathroom.

Even though I didn't plan on going home, I still needed a shower anyway. Snatching my pants from on top of the dresser, I took up her offer and walked into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I switched on the bright light. Squinting back, I ran my hand through my sandy-blonde hair.

I hadn't slept all-night and dark bags were beginning to form under my eyes. Rubbing my face, I tossed my wrinkly work clothes on the floor. As my eyes finally adjusted to the florescent lights I looked around the bathroom.

It was a medium sized bathroom, equipped with a large bathtub and personal vanity. Glancing at my watch it was only four o'clock in the morning.

I had two hours until I had to get ready for work and sleep was of the essence. Bending down I searched for my ash colored boxers in the pile of clothes. When I found them I slipped them on before opening the door. When I did, Zoey's back was too me.

Walking around the bed, she opened her eyes as I laid back down. Slipping in between the sheets, she almost seemed surprised too see me.

"I don't have to be to work for a couple of hours." I told her, my eyes feeling heavy as I rested my head on the pillow.

"Okay…." She whispered as she closed her eyes.

Opening my eyes, I yawned tiredly. As my eyes adjusted, I felt the warmth of Zoey's warm body against mine. Rubbing my burning eyes, I looked down and she was sleeping soundly on my chest.

Looking at my watch, it was almost eleven o'clock and I was officially late for work.

"Zoey." I nudged her, "I gotta get going. I'm late for work."

"What time is it?" She asked wearily, as she rolled onto her back.

Tossing the covers off my legs, I hurried for the bathroom.

"Almost eleven."

"Shit." She cursed, as she sat up.

Slipping into my pants, I stepped into the doorway. Zoey was already up dressed in a tank top and shorts. Returning my focus back to getting dressed, I put on my shirt and buttoned it as I walked out.

"You can take a shower if you want."

"I would, but I don't have time." I rushed to button my shirt, my tie shoved in my pocket. As I stood there she reached in my pocket for my tie.

While she unknotted it, I searched around the bed for my socks.


When I looked back at her, she had my tie ready. Standing on her tiptoes she pulled in over my head. Inches away from me, I watched her icy blue eyes that still managed to retain their brightness. When she was finished, she looked up at me and gave me a soft smile.

"You sure you don't have time? I can cook something up for you, maybe some coffee?"

Remembering that I was late, I shook my head. "Nah, I should be going."

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'll just stop at Starbucks on the way."

"My coffee is better than any Starbucks."

Better than Starbucks? The offer was tempting. As I was about to answer, my cell phone rang.

"Is that you or me?" She looked around the room.

"Oh it's me." I dug deep into my pocket.

"Yeah?" I held it to my ear as Zoey walked past me.


As I heard her voice, my heart stopped.


"Are you still at work?"

My wife was not only a curious woman but also a smart woman. That was what surprised me about her; after two years she still didn't know of my adultery. And if she did know, she was great at hiding it.

"Yeah, I still have some stuff to finish up."

"Will you be home tonight?"

I could hear the hope in her voice.

"I don't know. But I gotta go."


"I'm late for a meeting."

"Oh, okay. Well, hopefully see you tonight."

"Yeah, sure."

"Bye. Love you."

"You too."

I never was great at saying those three words. They lack meaning too me and truthfully seemed over used. So, 'you too' and 'dido' seemed reasonable options.

As I closed my cell phone, I turned around to see Zoey standing in the bathroom doorway.

"Well, I guess…." She ran her hand through her blonde hair. "I'll see you around?"

Looking down at my cell phone, I nodded.

"I guess that's how this works." She chuckled lightly. "I don't know…."

"Yeah." I couldn't look up at her. Why couldn't I look up at her?

"Well, I better get moving before I get fired." I laughed, hoping to ease the awkward tension between us.


Before I was able to say anything else, she had closed the bathroom door. Nodding, I looked around the room technically for the first time. Stopping at the door, I turned around once again. I always did a double check if I could.

You never want to forget anything. It leaves reasons for returning or re-communication. Which ruins the whole point of a 'one night stand'.

Turning down the hallway I picked up my pace as I made my way into the living room then into the foyer. Pulling the front door open, I quickly closed it behind me.

Dialing Greg's cell phone number, I jogged down the front steps to my Porsche. Now in the driver seat of car I started the engine and threw it into reverse.

This part of the "plan" always made me paranoid. One accidental run-in with a friend, family member or even acquaintance could put my "extra curricular activities" in jeopardy.

And I always loved to participate.

When Greg did not answer, I flung my cell phone onto the passenger seat. Yanking down my visor I took a quick glimpse of myself in the rectangular mirror. What I did see wasn't good; besides my wrinkled suit, my hair was upsetting. Slamming the visor back onto the ceiling I shook my head.

"I should've just gone home." I hit the steering wheel. "Why didn't I just go home?"

Pulling my Porsche into my reserved parking space, I cut the engine and tried my best to fix my hair. I guess I had a rougher night than I had thought. It was now after eleven o'clock and not only was I exhausted, but confused. Resting my head against the back of the seat, I closed my eyes.

Shortly after I did, something came over me. Opening my eyes, I looked down at my left hand. I remembered slipping it into my pocket at Charlie's, so I turned my pockets inside out.


"No way." I shook my head, "No fricken way." I hit the steering wheel hard as my shoulder's drooped.

As I opened my door, my cell phone rang. Grabbing it, I held it to my ear.

"Where the hell are you man?"

"I'm on my way up." I slammed the car door harder than intended.

"Hurry up."

Clipping the cell phone to my belt, I jogged across the parking lot onto the sidewalk. While I walked in the direction of the door, I remembered having the ring at Zoey's house.

So that was my option. Go back to Zoey's and pray to God that she didn't find it.

As the elevator dinged open, Greg was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at me with a smirk; which was odd.

"Don't even start." I warned him, as I stepped off the elevator.

"Oh no, I'm gonna." He followed me down the hallway. "I called you a million times last night. Why the hell would you turn off your cell when you know I'm doing reckon?"

Pushing my office door open, I glared at him over my shoulder. "I thought you could handle it."

"Handle it?" He yelled, while closing the door. "Handle it?"

"Did you find out what we needed?"

"Oh yeah, I found out that and more." He plopped down in the chair. "Lots more." His eyes off into space.

Loosing my tie, I wasn't in the least interested. My thoughts were on my wedding ring and getting it from Zoey's house.


"It was going fine and then I -."

When I finally looked up at him he was staring at me. "What?"

"Are you wearing yesterday's clothes?"

Looking down, I let my head fall back.

"You are!" He sprung up from the chair. "No wonder why you turned off your cell phone. Where did you go last night?"

"I really don't wanna talk about it." I groaned, "I really, really don't."

"Did you go to the bar?" He finally sat back down, now interested. "How was she?"

"Why do you immediately think there was a 'she' involved?" I scowled at him. "I go places without women you know."

"Yeah okay." Greg rolled his eyes. "No, seriously, how was she?"

Opening my eyes, I rotated in my chair. Greg was a determined man, he'd ask and ask forever until I gave him the answers he was looking for. And I wasn't in the mood for any childish games.

"She was…." I trailed off, searching for the words on the floor. There were many words that came too mind, but everyone I thought of didn't seem to fit.

Wonderful? I wouldn't say it was 'wonderful', sounds cheesy.

Hot? Now, hot is a great word. And she was pretty amazing inside and outside of the bedroom.

"She was…Hot."

"Wait, wait." He narrowed his eyes, "Hot huh? Usually you say, 'it was sex'. You never really have to think about it."

He was right; Sex for me was usually just 'sex'. I was never one for details, I figured it was self-explanatory.

"I dunno." She shrugged, "Enough about me, what about your reckon with Jenna?" I quickly changed the subject.

"Jenna." He said wide-eyed, "She is not as stupid as you think."

"What makes you say that?"

"She's a sex Goddess." Greg nodded, obviously sure of himself. "She couldn't get enough of me. It was the best sex I've had in months. No, wait years!"

"Really?" I asked evenly; unimpressed.

"I'm not even over exaggerating."

"Well, isn't that nice." I said sarcastically, "So did you uh, get the information we needed in this ultimate sexy fantasy?"

"Well, after she did that thing, I was pretty mu -."

"Greg." I stopped him quickly.

"Oh sorry, she says she doesn't read anything that we send. She says it makes her feel naughty." He laughed hysterically.

Shaking my head, I tried to block him from my mind. "Good. Now we just have to figure out who informed our clients. Did you talk to Duncan?"

"Yeah, while you were sleeping." Greg rested back in the chair.

"He didn't ask any questions right?"

"Nah, not much. It should give us enough time too figure out who's spilling the beans."

"Yeah I just wish I knew where too start." I sighed, completely unfocused.

"You can start with telling me where you were last night."

Standing up from my chair I shook my head at him. "No."

"Come on." Greg pleaded, "You are never like this, what's up?"

"It's stupid." I huffed, turning my back too him.

"Must not be."

Turning around I scowled at him. "Why you say that?"

"Because you're never like this after a lay."

Crossing my arms over my chest, Greg appeared beside me. I could feel him staring; he obviously wanted answers.

"I went to Charlie's." I began as Greg listened closely. "I had a few drinks and a woman came in."

"Brunette? Blonde? Red-head?"

"Blonde." I quickly answered, "She was gorgeous." I told him thinking back to Zoey's face.

"Details man, details."

"She had great eyes. Really light blue."

"Eyes?" Greg wrinkled is nose, "I ask for details and you give me what color eyes she had? I hate to say it, but this is making me sick."

"What do you want me to say?" I held up my hands.

"How big were her boobs, how tight was that ass. You know what I'm talking about."

"Zoey has all of that. I kinda figured 'gorgeous' included all those things."

"You remember her name?" Greg raised his eyebrows at me.

As I replayed my words in my head I was a little surprised myself. What was I saying?

"It gets worse."

"No, Shane I don't think it does." Greg sighed as walked around the desk.

"I left my wedding ring."

When I finished Greg spun around his mouth open. Nodding, I held up my left hand for him too see.

"Oh you're screwed." Greg said simply. "Especially when your wife finds out."

"She won't find out. I'll just go back there tonight."

"Whoa, whoa." He shook his head, "All it's suppose to be is get in, get out. Not get in, get out and go back. It's against our rules."

"I know, I know I invented the damn rules."

"Your better of getting a new ring." Greg spun in my chair. "Seriously. Go now, I'll cover ya."

"I can't just go out and get a new wedding ring. I broke as it is."

"I don't know man, you can't go home without it." Greg suggested. "Least I wouldn't. You could do what that Scott Peterson fella did."

"Greg I'm not going to kill my wife."

"No, not that. Although you could." He chuckled, "Tell her your going to Italy or something."

"Your getting in a little deep don't you think? It's bad enough keeping the lies I have now straight."

"Well, you don't have many options."

Stepping in front of the picture window, I rubbed my chin. Greg was unfortunately right. Going home without my wedding ring could rise suspicion and I didn't need that now.

"You gonna be home tonight?"

"Nope." He spun all the way around in the chair.

"Where you going?"

"Jenna's coming over." He grinned from ear to ear. "If you know what I mean."

"I thought that's against the rules?"

"You broke the rules, so I'm gonna." He shrugged, "Besides, Jenna asked me if she could. Would you tell Pamela Anderson no?"

Giving him a look I agreed. "Oh isn't that sweet." I gagged.

"Hey, don't get pissy with me because you screwed up."

"I didn't screw up." I reminded him, not totally sure.

I invented these rules.

Why was it becoming so hard to follow them?