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The Perfect Woman (Part III)

“Don’t baby me,” said Raya. “You’re married.”

“No, I’m not,” said Bryson.

“Mmm. Yes, you are. I just received a call from the receptionist downstairs. Your wife is on her way up.”

“Ex-wife. She can’t get it through her head we’re divorced.” He ran a hand through his blond hair then turned and headed back to his desk. “I can’t get rid of her.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“We’ve been going out for six months now. Have I ever given you cause to not trust me?”

“Hmm, let me see.” Raya put a finger to her lips in thought then stepped a few steps into his office, shut the door, and locked it.

“Come on, don’t play like that. You know you can trust me,” said Bryson.

Raya smiled and tossed his keys to him, then she sauntered over to his desk and sat on the corner facing him as he sat down in his chair. “Relax. I’m just messing with you.”

He smiled and picked up her hand, leaned in and kissed her fingers one at a time.

“Jean has the hots for you, you know,” said Raya.

“Jean? Jean who?” asked Bryson.

Raya gave a quick description Jean.

Bryson released her hand and sat back in his chair with wide eyes. “I think that was the lady I saw at the elevator a little while ago just before I came back for my keys.”

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At that moment the door handle jiggled. Bryson put a finger to his lips to indicate not to make sound.

Raya nodded in agreement.

Bang, bang, bang. It was his ex-wife knocking at the door. “I know you’re in there,” she yelled.

Bryson arose from his chair, snatched his cellphone out of his pocket, and walked to the far corner of his office. He dialed Jack, the lawyer in the office on the other side of the secretarial pool, hoping he was still in his office. In the meantime, his ex-wife continued her knocking on his door. The call, after four rings went to voicemail. Then he heard Jack’s voice outside his door. Damn, Jack had a key to his office. He hoped he didn’t let her in. Please, don’t let her in. He glanced at Raya’s worried expression then back at the door. His ex-wife’s irritated tone of voice grew louder.

“Sorry,” said Jack’s muffled voice. “I can’t let…..”

Bryson didn’t hear the rest of what Jack said as his voice trailed off. His ex-wife’s voice faded as well. Bryson expelled the breath he was holding in. “Damn, that was close. Too close.”

(To Be Continued)



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