Courtney said as she coiled the tie of her silk bathrobe around one of her small hands. Her fingernails were painted a neutral color but the polish had a minor shine to it that glinted slightly under the lights of the room, keeping Mark’s eyes glued to them. The way she moved her thin fingers about drove him crazy for a reason he couldn’t understand. The only thing he knew was that Courtney had something about her that was addictive to a fault. It was wonderful and dangerous all at the same time, a thrilling treat he looked forward to every week. Only this time they had gone nearly a month without a single meeting and it was all because of Jeanette, his wife of eight years. ___________ The problem wasn’t that he was okay with cheating on his wife and it definitely wasn’t that he no longer loved her. The problem was that his wife had stopped caring about anything he did. She claimed to still love him but she had also made it very clear she didn’t want him to be around a lot, much less actually touch her. The time he had finally mustered up the courage to have a conversation with her about it, she’d done nothing but brush him off.
