The Dinner Guest - Chapter 2: Kate's Story

Le sigh...

I will never know why I asked him over. I could imagine Karl's jealousy, the cute little way he balled his fists and shook all over, like an orphan huddled over a pile of garbage, when he's angry or scared. He thinks he's going to lose me. But he won't.

I invited Scott because I felt sorry for him. He was one of those guys that were just too perfect. The red suede jacket he wore every day to work illuminated his bushy mustache with the luster of gold. His finely attuned hair, party in the front, business in the back, fit every occasion. At 5'5, he was imperious to the frailty of my gender. And the way he smelled like gin and panther sweat...

Le sigh.

I felt sorry for him because he had way too much sex with random women. Sure, he claimed to be a lonely guy, but I knew better than that. What unmarried woman in the world would deny his multiple requests for "mustache rides on the Dixie Scott Highway of Love?" Or turn a hard heart to the gentle pats on the rear? Or even those cute stumbles he'd have right into a woman's arms and chest? Every new female worker here had that effect on him. It was country dumb, but in the sexiest way possible.

Karl was jealous. I knew it. As soon as he started watching his DVDs of What I Like About You, I knew that I was in a world of trouble.

"But honey, the guy needs to slow down. Be domesticated."

He didn't respond to me. He rewinded the video again so he could watch Amanda Bynes give her mom some sass. That always made him laugh.

"Karl, you have nothing to worry about. I'll make him my least sensual meal-oysters, long cucumbers, baby carrots, and fresh clams with wine sauce. Maybe some chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream for dessert. There's nothing erotic about any of those."

He paused his show and sighed, looking at me. "Kate, ok. I'm not jealous," he was, "but I don't have to talk to him, do I?"

I walked over and sat on his lap, purring into his ear. "Not a word. I told him you were a deaf mute anyway. You can play along, can't you?" He shuddered with excitement as I bit his ear. His soft hands hugged me tightly to his body. I could hear his heartbeat, feel it on my cheek. Ba-doom, ba-doom doom doom, ba-doomdadoom, ba-doooooooom.

His unnaturally arhythmic patter soothed me into a blissful love coma. I cooed and purred, biting his chest and clawing his back.

"I love you, dear."

"I love you too, Abita. I mean Kate."

Sometimes I think I'm the one who should be jealous.