A Little Bit of Crazy (Little Bits) (6 page)

     He sighs but acquiesces. I flex my hand and grin before kissing him on the nose and skipping back into the office.

     We finally make it to the club, only two hours late. The girls don’t mind. I smile and reintroduce them to my husband. Summer gives me a look that says, “You better tell me about this later.”

     The men gather around our table while we take to the dance floor. It’s the same routine as always. The only time Chris gets up is when some guy is looking at
Summer. The only time Tony joins Jessica is when a guy is touching her. He’s not as caveman. Marie and I are the only single ones. Scrap that, Marie is the only single one so she tends to go nuts.

     A little introduction of my friends,
Summer is about five foot five, short bobbed black hair, blue eyes, really pretty. She reminds me of what I’d imagine a pixie to look like. She’s got a very petite frame but she’s not scrawny or too skinny. Her boyfriend Chris is my height with dark blonde hair, he’s cute in a prep boy kind of way.

     Marie is also my height, maybe about an inch taller as her blonde hair is always back combed and boosted at the top. Her eyes a gray, she’s a classic beauty, her lips are thin and her nose a little too big for her face but it suits her well. It’s as if all of her not quite right features fit together perfect. No one could ever call her ugly because she’s not. She’s also crazy as hell, not as crazy as me but nearing the edge. Her bluntness is a marmite trait. You either love it or you hate it. She’s not mean, she never says anything to be mean, she just has no brain to mouth filter.

     Last but not least, we have Jessica, she’s platinum blonde, her hair almost white. Problem is she’s bleached it that much it ruined her hair so now its cut into a pixie crop atop her round head. Jessica is the quietest of our group, she’s a little shy until you give her vodka then she’s aggressive. It’s shocking at how fierce she is. We’ve scrapped one too many times after she’s had vodka. After the last time which was two years ago she stopped drinking hard liquor and now drinks wine. I’m grateful for the change of beverage.

     Her boyfriend Tony is a stunning Asian man, he’s seven years older than us and worships the ground Jessica walks on. Literally. He completely loves her to pieces and she loves him. They met the summer after high school and have been together ever since. It’s sweet and romantic. They seem so solid together, so comfortable with each other.

     I dance with the girls on the dance floor occasionally glancing at the table where the men are. I’m not surprised to see a woman chatting to my husband, he is rather yummy. He looks tense and uncomfortable as the woman hands him a card. I watch as he shakes his head, showing his wedding band and she walks off looking dejected.

Take that whore!

You used to chat guys up in bars
.

Yeah but I never got rejected.

True dat
.

     His eyes meet mine, I wink and go back to dancing with my girlies. This is the life. It’s not long until we attract males. I happen to attract a very cute Hispanic looking guy wearing a pink top with gold sequins across the neck and three quarter beige trousers, he immediately comes up behind me. I laugh and let him spin me out and in. He grins down at me and pulls me to him as we move together. He’s hilarious, emphasizing the word honey, whilst waving his hand around and shaking his ass. Telling me he loves my hair and his boyfriends a stylist and would also love my hair and how we’re the hottest thing in this club.

     I notice how his hands don’t feel right not only because he’s gay but they just feel all wrong like I want to physically reject them with something hot and deadly, I have a feeling if he was straight at this point I’d be hissing and spitting venom. A part of me is wishing they were James’ hands but he doesn’t dance apparently. He better not have ruined me for all
other men. Yes our sex is great, yes our relationship is ok now, but this is ridiculous. The jealousy, the eagerness to see him and mess with him. I don’t want to want him. I don’t want to need him. I need and want no one but myself and my bank account. Yet after one night he already has me on a guilt trip and suddenly I’m all about him.

     “Your husband just left the building,” Jessica says in my ear. I glance at her for a moment before sighing and pulling away from my dance partner. “See you tomorrow?” she winks and takes over with Scott my little dance buddy.

     “I’ll be back in five,” I smile and rush towards the entrance. Why the hell has he left now? God it’s cold.

     “He just left in a cab,” Tony says from beside the door where he’s puffing away on a cigarette. “He was pretty pissed. Said the words, I don’t know why I deal with this shit.”

     “Thanks Tony,” I grumble, hating his honesty. “What did I do wrong?”

     “You were dancing with another man.”

     I roll my eyes, “That dude is gay. I thought it was obvious with the sequins on his top.”

     Tony shrugs and exhales a wave of smoke, “God its cold. Want me to call you a cab?”

     I shake my head and wave my phone at him. “Already done.”

     Tony stands with me as I wait for my taxi to arrive. Fortunately it’s there within ten minutes, I can’t believe how cold it’s gotten. I climb into the waiting car and call out my address to the old dude in the front. The car smells like vomit and cigarette smoke. Yuck. This is why I have a private car hire service, they actually sanitize their cars before and after every journey, unfortunately it would take them longer than a cab to get here. Or I just drive myself when alcohol isn’t involved.

     I throw the driver the cash and scramble out. This is the earliest I’ve ever come home. And it’s for a guy, a guy who’s angry, a guy who up until yesterday I really didn’t give a shit about. Now I’m chasing after him like a love sick puppy.

      You know what? I’m not going to chase him, he can chase his own tail, I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m going straight to bed. Goodnight world.

     So yeah, I go up in the elevator, enter our apartment, and ignore the startled man who is sat on the couch watching TV, with a beer in his hand and head straight to our room. I strip down, pull on one of his tops, wash my make-up off and climb under the covers. It’s then I notice I’ve gone to his bed, his room. Annoyed with myself I huff, climb back out of bed and open the door. Then I slam into a solid warm chest.

     Without looking up I step around him, ignoring the sigh he lets out. I start to walk down the hall but a warm hand grips my arm. “Maya.”

     “Yes?” I say still looking straight ahead.

     He sighs again and pulls me into his chest, his solid arms wrap around me, “Come to bed.”

     “That’s where I’m going.”

     “With me.”

     “No.”

     “I’m sorry for leaving you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

     I say nothing, I know I’m probably being childish. He started it. Now I’m grumpy.

     “Maya. Tony texted me. He told me that guy was gay.”

     “Great stuff.” I meet his eyes, he looks at me intently, affectionately. “You honestly think I’m that much of a bitch that I would dance with another guy in front of my husband? We weren’t grinding, or barely touching. It was just silly.”

     “I wasn’t paying attention to his clothes, I just saw red and left.”

     I shrug, “I’m not bothered, and I’m going to bed. In my room.”

     “Look… I’m sorry. If it was the other way around what would you do? What did you do when you saw Claire?”

     “You mean bony blonde?” I snort. “For a start she was sat so close you could see up her cheap skirt and she was touching you. And you were smiling at her. Big difference to dancing with a gay guy.”

     “I didn’t know he was gay. I just reacted.”

     “Whatever, I’m going to bed,” I attempt to pull myself free but he only squeezes me tighter. “Let go of me.”

     “No, we’ve been getting on great, don’t make me get the handcuffs out,” he jokes and kisses my head. “Please. Come to bed with me.”

      I relent, not only because he sounds genuinely remorseful but also because I know he will most likely get the handcuffs out and I don’t want to have a marked wrist. “Fine. But you owe me sex.”

     “That I can handle,” he smirks and it looks beautiful. “Anything else?”

     I nod, “I want a bigger closet.”

     “Then maybe we should move, as I suggested before our wedding. Get a nice…”

     “If you say house in the suburbs I will hurt you. No, if we are going to move it is going to be a penthouse apartment with all the trimmings. Like this but bigger,” I interrupt. He laughs and kisses me softly on the lips. “And I need a proper closet. And a bar, we need a bar.”

     “I can agree with both of those.”

     I smile up at him, “Good. Then let’s go get number one off the list. I’m out of condoms.”

     “I don’t have any. You’re on birth control. Can we really not just…”

     I shake my head with a sigh. “Nope, no and oh yeah, nope. Let’s just sleep.”

     He grins mischievously and lifts me into his arms making me squeal in shock. “There are other forms of sex that don’t require me being in you.”

     “Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

     After battling with the tentacle monster, going for a run and showering I search the full fridge and decide to make my sleeping husband a cooked breakfast. He certainly deserves it after last night’s performance. Who knew a man could use his tongue so efficiently? Christ I’m tingling all over just thinking about it.

     I place the sausages and bacon under the grill and smile a little. As much as I hate the thought of marriage and being tied to one guy I definitely got lucky. Girls like me just don’t get guys like James. Yet somehow I have him and I feel guilty. He deserves so much better than me.

    I fry a few eggs in a little butter and follow it up with some mushrooms as the bacon and sausages sizzle under the grill. Once the beans and tomatoes are ready I fill a plate, place it on a tray with a round of buttered toast, two coffees and two glasses of OJ. I add the newspaper that I picked up on my run, wrap the cutlery in napkins and beam, completely proud of myself.

     Next, I skip into the bedroom and place the tray on the bedside table. He’s sleeping on his belly, his arm hanging off the bed. I smile and kiss his angelic face. With a loud groan he stretches and rolls onto his back wrapping his arms around me and pulling me with him. I giggle and pull myself free.

     “Morning,” I whisper and open the blinds by pressing the button next to the headboard.

     The morning light spills in and James slowly awakes, he sniffs the air and grins when he sees the tray. “What’s this?”

     I climb in beside him and place the tray on his lap once he’s comfy. “Breakfast.”

     “It looks great.”

     I smile in reply and pick up a slice of toast. “So, what are your plans for such a fine day?”

     “Well,” he answers, swallowing a large bite of sausage and beans. “I was thinking we could do something. I dunno, go see a movie or something. It’s up to you. I’ve got that meeting at nine and then I’m free all day.”

     “Cinema sounds good. But we can do that tonight, there aren’t any good movies on during the day. Why don’t we go shopping?”

     He pulls a face making me giggle. “You serious?”

     “Ok, ok, no shopping. Paintballing?”

     “You want to go paintballing?”

     “You’re right, terrible idea.”

     “No its…” I slap a hand over his mouth. His green eyes twinkle with humor.

     “What about the beach? Let’s go to the beach.”

     “What about the paps?”

     I shrug and feed him a piece of bacon. He smiles and kisses my nose. “It’s about time people see us out and about as a married couple.”

     “Really?” I note the excitement in his eyes and tone. “You’d do that? For me?”

     “I may come across as a bitch, but I do like you James. I actually want to make you happy,” clear my throat. “Sometimes.”

     “As I do you my stunning wife who can cook.”

     I giggle and feed him another mouthful. “See I can do romance.”

     “That you can.”

     When he leaves for work Marie comes straight in after him. They say a quick hello and goodbye.

     “You’ll never guess who’s in town from Monday!” she squeals, jumping up and down. For some reason I join in with the jumping. Before I get a chance to answer she replies. “JACOB STONE!”

     “No fucking way!” I gasp and stop with the jumping.

Don’t even think about it libido.

Think about what? Screwing him… gimme him! Mine!

     “Yep, and guess who he wants to meet…” she wags her eyebrows and pokes me in the chest. “You lucky cow.”