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    Indiscretion- Pt 3

    I paced the floor as I waited for her to return and hoping that her husband doesn’t walk in the front door. I turned just as she was entering the living room with a change of clothes for me. “I hope these fit.” She stretched her hand with the trousers and t-shirt and placed them in my hand. “You can use the room at the top of the stairs.” She probably sensed that I was uncomfortable with the going up to the room when I glanced at the photos on the fireplace. “Don’t worry my husband is out of the country.”

    “That’s a relief.” I smiled. “In more ways than one.” I concluded to myself.

    “Do you like Indian food?” She asked as I started up the stairs.

    “Yeah.”

    “Great. I’ll order dinner. Anything special you would like to eat?”

    “Whatever you choose would be fine with me.” I took my time changing. I needed to regain some of the control she seemed to have stripped me of. I must have taken longer than I thought because there was a faint knock on the door.

    “Are you on in there?”

    I opened the door, “I’m fine thanks. I just had some trouble with the zipper.” I lied.

    “You had me worried for a second there.”

    “Didn’t mean to.”

    She flashed me that smile that has left me undone a few times before. “Dinner will be here soon. I hope you like curried chicken.”

    “I’m the queen of spicy food.” I finally let myself relax.

    We went back to the living room. She refilled my glass and poured one for herself. We sat on the sofa, she on one end and I one the other. “So were you really just passing by when I went under, or were you watching me?” She asked frankly.

    I almost choked on my drink. I cleared my throat a few times trying to kill time so I can make up something, some white lie. “I was watching you.” I am a horrible liar.

    “And how much is he paying you?”

    “Excuse me?”

    “My husband. How much is he paying you to follow me?”

    “Um.” I was at a lost for words. I had no idea how to answer that question.

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    1. Hello bntfan, I must say that this story is so good, really engaging and really keeps the spirit of these characters while weaving them into the tapestry of a whole new scenario. That phone call Tina made might just come back to bit her in the @$$, I would imagine that it is being monitored at all times. Keep up the amazing work and PPS. Sincerely, JC (PS – I was thinking the inspiration was from a film called Indiscreet starring Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman that I just purchased and yet haven’t had the chance to watch, thank you for informing me otherwise :P)

    2. Haven’t read the story yet but, saw your author’s notes and was comeing back here to tellyou that you should see the original with Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant and see that others have already informed you. The original is quite something to behold, as you can imagine with that smouldering Ingrid Bergman and suave Cary Grant.

    3. I think I’m hooked and so is Tina now maybe she will do a little independent investigation on Bette’s husband in case she ever needs the evidence.

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