My husband works late into the night with his hot young intern…
It’s an important project and sometimes they go for after-work drinks.
She’d better keep her hands off him!
She’s half his age!
He’s mine! My hero! My protector!
I trust him but I check his phone, just in case.
When he comes home, I sniff him for any hint of her perfume.
I check for lipstick marks on his collar.
For stray hairs on his necktie.
My mind does somersaults imagining my husband and Zoey together.
God, it drives me crazy thinking about it.
I wouldn’t blame him if he was tempted to at least kiss her.
She’s so fresh and sassy and energetic…
He works so hard, he deserves to enjoy all the pleasures that she can provide.
I’d let him if he really wanted to.
Just once.
Maybe he’ll let me watch…