I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and could see, in no uncertain terms, that I was beautiful. But it didn’t mean anyone loved me.
I stood in my slip and looked at my brassy blond hair and my dark brown eyes and my straight, thick eyebrows. And I missed the woman who should have been my wife. I missed Celia.
My mind reeled with the thought that she might be with John Braverman that very moment. I knew better than to believe any of it. But I also feared that I didn’t know her the way I thought I did. Did she love him? Had she forgotten me? Tears welled in my eyes as I thought about her red hair that used to fan across my pillows.
“There, there,” Rex said from behind me. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway.
He had taken off his tux jacket and undone his cuff links. His shirt was half buttoned, his bow tie undone, hanging on either side of his neck. It was the very sight that millions of women across the nation would have killed for.
“I thought you went to bed,” I said. “If I’d known you were up, I’d’ve had you help me get my dress off.”
“I would have liked that.”
I waved him off. “What are you doing? Can’t sleep?”
“Haven’t tried.”
He walked farther into the room, closer to me.
“Well, try, then. It’s late. At this rate, the two of us will be asleep until evening.”
“Think about it, Evelyn,” he said. The lights streaming in through the windows lit his blond hair. His dimples glowed.
“Think about what?”
“Think about what it would be like.”
He moved closer to me and put his hand on my waist. He stood behind me, his breath once again on my neck. It felt good to be touched by him.
Movie stars are movie stars are movie stars. Sure, we all fade after a while. We are human, full of flaws like anyone else. But we are the chosen ones because we are extraordinary.
And there is nothing an extraordinary person likes more than someone else extraordinary.
“Rex.”
“Evelyn,” he said, whispering into my ear. “Just once. Shouldn’t we?”
“No,” I said, “we shouldn’t.” But I was not wholly convinced of my answer, and thus, neither was Rex. “You should go back to your room before we both do something we’ll regret tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?” he said. “Your wish is my command, but I’d like it very much if you changed your wish.”
“I won’t change it,” I said.
“Think of it, though,” he said. He raised his hands higher up my torso, the silk of my slip the only thing between us. “Think of the way I’d feel on top of you.”
I laughed. “I will not think about that. If I think about that, we’ll both be sunk.”
“Think of the way we’d move together. The way we’d be slow at first and then lose control.”
“Does this work with other women?”
“I’ve never had to work this hard with other women,” he said, kissing my neck.
I could have walked away from him. I could have slapped him right across the face, and he would have taken it with a stiff upper lip and left me alone. But I wasn’t ready for this part to be over. I liked being tempted. I liked knowing I might make the wrong decision.
And it would absolutely have been the wrong decision. Because as soon as I got out of that bed, Rex would forget how badly he’d worked to get me. He’d remember only that he’d had me.
And this wasn’t a typical marriage. There was too much money on the line.