The Seducer (35 page)

“I do.”

“What is it that you have with her that we didn't have?” she persisted, trying to figure out the secret recipe to his heart.

Michael had a dreamy look. “She's creative and intense. She's really passionate and not just in bed, but in every way and everywhere. As you know, I usually go for tall, athletic type. But Ana's frail and small yet still turns me on. I don't want to blow this unique opportunity. I feel this is my one chance in life to really seize passion and see how long I can make it last.”

A mental image of Michael twirling his petite girlfriend flashed before Karen's eyes. “I bet you love cradling her in your arms,” she said, feeling all of a sudden inadequate for being so tall and large-framed, even though that was what drew Michael to her in the first place.

“She's like a little doll,” he confirmed. “In fact, that's one of the pet names I gave her.”

Although Karen had asked for more information, once presented with it, it was more than she could handle. “That's enough,” she stopped him. “I guess I'm not ready to hear about this woman after all.” A knot of emotion constricted her throat. “I thought we really had something special,” she said, as tears rolled down her pale cheeks. “You made me feel like you really loved me.”

“I did, Baby, I did,” he replied in a buttery voice. “It's just that life's difficult to predict sometimes.”

“Don't blame this on life, Michael! For once, take responsibility for your actions,” she burst out, infuriated by his subterfuge.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, to pacify her.

Although feeling more discouraged now than when she was working out everything in her own head, Karen wasn't prepared to give up just yet. She knew from experience that every relationship had its soft spots. “I must say, I'm a little surprised by your selection,” she said, pursing her lips as she often did whenever she expressed what she considered to be perceptive criticism.

Michael hadn't expected this reaction; not after he had spoken so highly of Ana. “Why?”

Karen began to feel more in her element, like the discussion was back on her turf. “Well, for one thing, I thought that you'd pick someone who was free, not a married woman with two kids,” she began with the facts.

“You don't really choose who you fall in love with,” Michael countered fatalistically.

“How does her husband feel about this?”

“Pretty bad.”

“What about her kids? What was their reaction? She has a girl and a boy, right?” she pursued, on a roll.

“Yup,” he confirmed. “Eight and nine years old. From what Ana tells me, the girl's angry about the whole situation. The boy's a guy, so he's more or less okay with it.”

“You'll see once you become their stepfather. Neither of them will be
okay with it
, that's for sure!”

“I realize that,” Michael reluctantly agreed. “But I'll do my best. What else can I possibly do?” he raised his shoulders with an air of resignation.

“Maybe chose a partner who isn't already married with kids?” Karen suggested. “Anyway,” she moved on, feeling like she had made her point, “how does Ana herself feel about the divorce?”

“She's kind of ambivalent about it,” Michael was obliged to admit. “In fact, at first she didn't want to go through with it. Because even in the best of circumstances, it would still mean shuttling the kids back and forth between parents and having them only half the time,” he elaborated, to highlight the fact that his girlfriend's misgivings had nothing to do with him or the quality of their relationship.

“Sure. Divorce is always tough on the kids. Unless the relationship between the parents is so bad that separation's preferable,” Karen reverted to the objective approach she generally adopted when discussing the lives of others. “Is she ambivalent even now?” she probed another promising weakness.

“Somewhat. I mean, she's still shaken up about it. In fact, she sometimes gets downright hysterical.”

“I see ... A regular diva!”

“Kind of,” he said with an indulgent smile. “She tends to be very dramatic.”

Karen peered straight into his eyes: “Are you sure that's the kind of woman you need? I thought you enjoyed your peace and quiet.”

“It gets me so hot, Baby!” Michael quipped. “Not a dull moment.”

Karen, however, duly ignored his facetious remark. She preferred to stick to a no-nonsense perspective. “Yeah, but if she's so emotional and ambivalent about getting a divorce, they'll soon be trouble in paradise,” she helpfully predicted.

Michael didn't reply.

Confident that she had driven home the previous point, Karen moved on to the next. “Does Ana plan to work? Other than on her art, I mean?”

“Nope. That was one of the things we agreed on from the very beginning. She wants to devote herself entirely to painting.” Karen didn't comment, so Michael went on. “As a matter of fact, that was one of the sore spots in her marriage. Rob complained that she didn't make enough money from art. So I told her this wouldn't be an issue between us. It was a major selling point for her.”

“Well then, for your sake, I hope that she becomes wildly successful real soon. Cause it's hard to imagine how you'll manage to support a wife and two kids on your current teaching assistant fellowship,” Karen assumed an air of maternal wisdom, alluding to the fact that so far, in their relationship, she had been the main breadwinner.

“I'll be looking for a teaching job in the spring,” Michael reminded her.

“And I pray that you find it,” Karen retorted. “But even if you do, money will be a problem. Didn't you say the prep schools pay only 50,000 dollars a year? For a family of four, that's a little tight, don't you think?” She didn't wait for his reply, however, since the question was purely rhetorical. “Is Ana a big spender?” she smoothly transitioned to her next point.

“Yup,” Michael reluctantly admitted. In the past, he had contrasted his fiancée's plain attire to Ana's understated elegance. But now it suddenly occurred to him that these qualities came, quite literally, at a cost. Ana loved spending money on clothes, shoes and jewelry. Especially his money, since he'd been quite generous with her, spoiling her with all kinds of gifts while she was his girlfriend. But, then again, he didn't have to support two kids before. “We'll have to renegotiate her spending habits,” he articulated his conclusion out loud.

“As you'd say, Mazeltov Baby!” Karen said almost cheerfully. “Let's see if I've got this right. You're leaving a responsible, loyal and faithful woman for a volatile artistic diva type who's already cheated on her husband.”

Although not one prone to worrying, Michael was somewhat perturbed by some of the points raised by his former fiancée. Given Karen's insecurity, he had been fully prepared for another sort of conversation. He thought that she'd ask him details about his affair, see that Ana was a better match for him and conclude, much as he had, that he couldn't really be blamed for following his heart and choosing his girlfriend. He was also prepared for Karen becoming upset and insulting Ana, out of jealousy and spite. But he hadn't expected that their conversation would deftly turn to Ana's flaws and the weak spots in their relationship. Preferring to focus on the here and now, the future was something Michael rarely contemplated. However, since living with Ana would become his reality within a matter of days, Karen's arguments sounded ominously relevant.

Would he be able to support an artistic diva and her two kids? Michael began to wonder. Would Ana's children ever view him as anything other than the unwelcome intruder who broke up their family? Would he be able to get her to become more fiscally responsible, perhaps even frugal, like his fiancée? Could he ever really trust her? If Ana had cheated
with
him, what would guarantee that she wouldn't cheat
on
him? After all, sometimes even players got played. That evening the rosy picture of the future he had envisioned with his girlfriend dimmed somewhat, as if he were seeing it through a pair of dark sunglasses. “Eh, what the hell! We'll manage,” he said out loud to Karen. Yet, in his own mind, the idealized image of his girlfriend began to fissure, like the fine, hardly detectible wrinkles of a beautiful woman on the cusp of the bloom of femininity and the wilting of maturity.

That morning, Michael woke up early. He peeked into the guest room to see if Karen was awake yet. He had gallantly offered her their bed the night before, but she had refused. “I'm only a guest here now,” she said, turning away from him. The blinds were closed. Her curved shape formed a hilly relief underneath the white sheet.

Michael slipped into the room and kneeled in front of Karen. He traced with the tip of his index finger the trail of wetness upon her cheek. “Baby, don't cry,” he whispered in her ear. His tenderness provoked an almost imperceptible convulsion underneath the sheet, as Karen released a guttural cry. Her heartfelt suffering flattered and aroused him. He began caressing the curve of her body with the flatness of his palm.

“Please don't!” she protested. “You're torturing me.”

“Come on. You know you want it as much as I do,” he said under his breath. With one swift motion, Michael whisked the sheet away, covering her with his voracious gaze. Karen's body lay helplessly exposed in a fetal position, like an overgrown child in need of comfort and protection. Sensing her vulnerability, he mounted her. She wriggled underneath, struggling to budge him away.

“Stop it. You're depraved,” Karen managed to say. “Why are you doing this to me? Why now?” Nothing about Michael's behavior made any sense to her anymore. He hadn't manifested such desire for her in years. Now that he had broken up with her and replaced her with another woman, here he was, bent over her, devouring her neck, like a vampire.

His arms fought against hers, while his knees pulled her legs apart like a pair of muscular forceps. He wasn't about to be rejected by his woman. “I want you now,” he hissed.

“You must have me confused with your other girlfriend,” she replied. This statement, right out of a melodrama, burst the tension between them. Michael laughed out loud and Karen smiled the first genuine smile since he had delivered the bad news. “Honestly. What's come over you?”

“I don't know,” he gazed fixedly into her questioning eyes, stimulated by the novelty of this chiasmic reversal. In the span of one day, his fiancée turned into his girlfriend while his girlfriend became his legitimate fiancée.

“How do you think she'll feel about this?” Karen asked him with a nervous yet naughty sparkle in her eye that reminded him of Ana.

“She doesn't have to know about it,” Michael breathed into her ear. He delved into her, encountering no further resistance.

When it was over, he felt spent and she felt used. “I still don't understand you,” Karen said, disappointed by her own disappointment.

Michael got up and pulled on his pants. “You think too much about things. It was no big deal.”

“No big deal? I'd be curious to see if your new girlfriend agrees,” she taunted him.

Michael turned and peered straight into Karen's eyes, with that unblinking gaze which became a focused beam when he meant business. “Ana can't know about this. Ever,” he emphasized.

“You think she'd be jealous?”

“You bet your ass she would!” He slipped on his periwinkle tee shirt, Ana's favorite. “In fact, I'm going to see her right now,” he announced. “If she asks me about you, I'll just tell her the truth.”

“Namely?”

“That you slept by yourself in the guest bedroom,” he coolly replied.

“I'm sure she'll appreciate your honesty as much as I did,” Karen couldn't resist the sarcasm. She felt deflated. The moment of vengeful elation had been short-lived, like a drop of sweat during dry, hot Arizona weather. No sooner has it reached the surface than it's already evaporated.

Michael rushed into the car to make his breakfast meeting with Ana at
Panera's
. Since he was a few minutes late, he anticipated that his girlfriend would already be there, growing impatient. Let her wait, he told himself. She needs to get used to waiting. I can't always be at her beck and call. I've spoiled her while we were lovers. But things will be different from now on. As soon as he stepped into the restaurant, sure enough, Michael saw Ana sitting at a corner booth. Her elbows were planted on the table, her face rested upon her hands. He could tell from her brooding expression that a difficult morning lay ahead.

“Why so glum?” he asked her in a deliberately cheerful tone. “Rob wasn't in a good mood last night?”

Ana looked up at him, wondering how Michael could be so chipper in such tense circumstances. “It's not just about him. It's about you and Karen too. I couldn't sleep last night knowing that she's back at your place again.”

Michael slipped next to his girlfriend on the bench, his thigh pressed up against hers. He placed his arm around her shoulder. “My poor Baby! Nothing's going right, now is it?” he said in the kind of condescending, indulgent tone one uses to pacify a grumpy child.

Although Ana generally appreciated her lover's levity, this time his lighthearted attitude bothered her. “You never take anything seriously, do you?” She scrutinized his face for signs of a more normal human reaction.

But instead of reassuring her, Michael confirmed her charge by laughing out loud. “Why should I worry? Life's good. In just a matter of weeks, you'll be all mine.”

Ana recoiled slightly, as if she hadn't heard right. “Why a matter of
weeks
? I thought I was moving in with you
this week
.”

Michael's expression became serious all of a sudden. “Actually, I'm glad you brought this up, since that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I have some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?” he asked her in the playful manner a magician might ask the audience which trick they wanted him to perform.