THE LIMOUSINE RIDE - PART TWO CHAPTER ONE Kellie was glad her journey had come to an end. What she had planned to be a shopping visit, and a chance to be with David, had turned into a nightmare. At least her husband hadn't found out. Her heart missed a beat, those two men. She hoped they could be trusted. She keyed her pin at the main gate; absently pushing it once the numbers had been entered. But it stayed locked. She tried again, still locked. She pressed the buzzer and the maid answered. “I’ll be down in a minute.” “But…,” Kellie protested, but the intercom went dead. The maid appeared at the gate holding an envelope. "Mrs Davis, Mr Davis told me to give this note to you." Kellie took the envelope and impatiently ripped it open, in it was a typed but unsigned note. It didn't go into much detail, it didn't need to. In dot-point form, it informed her that her access to the house had been cancelled, her store account cards had also been cancelled, her credit card limit was reduced to $5,000 and would be cancelled at the end of the month. There were some clothes packed for her and she was to keep her mobile phone switched on for some lawyers to contact her. Kellie re-read the note. Surely not? Those two bastards must have told my husband after all. She pressed the buzzer again. She asked the maid about her clothes. The maid told her that the gardener would bring the suitcase to her. Standing in the familiar street, suitcase at her feet and the note still in her hand, Kellie wondered what to do next. She rang for a taxi and pondered where to stay. A hotel, at least for a couple of days. She told the taxi driver to take her to a modest place that was not too far away. She checked in, hoping that the note was right about her credit card. Sure enough, she had been given just enough money to keep her going for a couple of weeks. Up in the room, she kicked off her shoes and thought about ringing David. She shuddered, she mustn't go into details, she couldn't go into details. "David, he's found out." "How?" "It's a long story, but I know he knows. And he’s thrown me out." "Sorry Kellie. I was sure the car would be okay." "I did too. It's not your fault. All I've got is a little cash, a credit card and this phone." "That's too bad, but I'm not sure what I can." "What do you mean ‘not sure’?" Kellie snapped. "Well, I'm married. Our affair, you know, has to be discreet." "Yeah, I know that. But surely you can help." "But how? Listen, you were his PA before you got married. You're only twenty-seven, it wouldn't be hard to start again." "Yeah, like I married the boss and now I'm getting divorced. How's that going to look on my resume?" she snapped. "I'm sorry Kellie, but I don't know what I can do." "Get fucked David," and she angrily pressed the red button. Men, hopeless the lot of them. As expected, the lawyers rang the next day and they wanted to meet with her that afternoon. Clearly her husband had decided to move quickly. No bad thing, better to get it over and move on. The meeting was as she had expected: three of them, one of her. They pointed out the pre-marriage agreement. She was not prepared to concede anything, not yet at least. She remembered getting advice on it before they got married. In the case of divorce arising from her adultery, she was to get next to nothing. Nonetheless she decided she needed help. She needed her own lawyer to help her bargain for a little more than next to nothing. By the end of the week, it was all over. The second meeting achieved a small victory. She could keep all her clothes, her jewellery, her personal effects and a lump sum settlement. That was their final offer. She thought it over, but she didn't have much choice. She had sold her furniture and put the money in her own bank account. That cash, plus the settlement should see her through. That evening, while dining alone, she thought about what David had said, work as a PA again. Sure, it was only eighteen months ago. If she used her maiden name, and her prior references, she might be okay. First thing Monday she rang some employment consultants. They sounded keen, but they always do. One wanted to meet her that afternoon. "Kellie," he said, smiling insincerely. Unconsciously she winced, how she hated employment agents. "So nice to see you," he continued. On Wednesday, she was dressing smartly for her first job interview. As irritating as his manner was, at least the agent was effective. When she rang for the taxi, she made a mental note to invest some of her cash in a new car. The interview went well. It was a medium sized company, and someone was leaving. The most important thing was her ability to start straight away. The man who interviewed her, Ian, seemed nice enough. No, he was quite charming. She thought that it might be a good place to work. She hoped she would get the job. The consultant rang her on her mobile. "Kellie," he said in a half-whisper that was supposed to sound arousing, "we have some good news." Again she winced, this man was so annoying. "Can you start on Monday?" Monday it was. With income, she was able to rent a place. She found a nice high-rise apartment block near the city centre, walking distance from her job. A nice one-bedroom furnished apartment was just what she wanted. Somewhere to call home. A new beginning. CHAPTER TWO It didn’t take Kellie long to get back into the routine of work. In fact, after eighteen months of not much to do, it was nice to have the activity of a regular job again. In any case, her work revolved around scheduling meetings, managing appointments, fending off unwanteds and helping Ian's subordinates. Kellie noticed that Ian had that contented air of a happily married man. There were two photos on his sideboard, one of his wife Kim, and another of his two children: one boy and one girl. From time to time when he had to work later than usual, he always rang home and spent some time talking to his wife before resuming work. It was on one of these late nights that things started to change. The two of them were alone in the office working on a presentation. Ian was drafting ideas on his whiteboard while Kellie was entering the points as presentation slides on the laptop computer. Engrossed in her typing, she suddenly felt him standing behind her, looking at the slides. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, massaging her shoulders and neck. It was comforting. Comfortable, sensual but not seductive. She turned to look him in the eyes and he bent forward, kissed her. He gently brushed her cheek with a finger. All hell broke loose! The door flew open and the cleaner barged in, turning on a noisy vacuum cleaner strapped to his back. Ian pulled away, turning red. Above the cacophony he apologised most profusely. Kellie was confused. He seemed such a contented man, and yet this? And she enjoyed it, she had been so buried in work and home for the last few months that she missed being sensual. She dismissed it as an aberration on his part, sure that it wouldn't happen again. It couldn't happen again. CHAPTER THREE The powerpoint slides they were for a conference where Ian had been invited to speak. It was an honour to him personally, but it was also important for the company for him to make a good impression with his talk. Kellie was to accompany him, to make sure that the notes of his speech were made available, as well as the marketing material from their company. Up until last night, Kellie had no qualms about their business trip, even though they would be away together for three days in a luxury island resort. Now she wasn't so sure. She didn't want to fuck up his marriage and she certainly didn't want to fuck up her job. She thought about it long and hard in the bath that night. The best thing to do would be to raise the issue with him the next day, just so she knew where she stood. As she relaxed in bed, she was sure that this was the right move. If someone else had to do her job at the conference, then so be it. After the cleaners noisy interruption the evening before, the presentation hadn't been finished. First thing in the morning, Kellie interrupted Ian to remind him about the slides. He asked her to close the door and again he apologised. He said he didn't know what came over him and he promised never to do anything like that again. Kellie felt relieved, and also managed to book a couple of hours of his time to finalise things. The flight to the resort was uneventful enough, and once they arrived, Kellie realised that she wouldn’t be crossing paths with her boss. The itinerary was very full, presentations from morning to night would keep him out of the way, and ensure she would be bored witless. The two evenings were also booked. A boat cruise and meal one day, and a bus trip to a local winery for a meal the next. Ian's presentation was in the morning of the third day, which kept Kellie occupied for a couple of hours. It seemed to go well, and she was busy handing out copies of his notes and the other material. The last afternoon dragged, with the conference eventually finishing early on Friday so that people could fly home, except for those waiting for a direct flight to Melbourne early the next morning. That evening was very quiet, the resort had few holiday makers, and even fewer guests left from the conference. Ian rang her room and suggested they dine together in the resort restaurant. Kellie thought it made sense and they agreed on meeting at seven. Casual conversations over dinner. Small talk, nothing in particular. The talk drifts around to work. "I really appreciate your work. The presentation was very professional," Ian said. "Thanks," Kellie replied, “but it’s your ideas”. "You really brighten up the office. It has been a wonderful the last couple of months working with you." "It’s been wonderful for me too." "Your company tonight makes me not want to go home." He reached out and took her hand . "I realise what a sham my home life is." "I don’t understand." "There’s so much missing, it’s been months." Kellie pulled her hand away. She knew some women, once they got married… Dangerous territory. She tried to think of something to reassure him. "Perhaps if you and your wife went away together," Kellie suggested. "Alone. A romantic holiday. Could someone look after your kids?" "No, that would be worse," Ian replied. “Holidays are supposed to be happy. Who wants to be alone with a clingy sexless woman?" "Surely, just the two of you. There must be some chance." "There’d be no chance." Kellie thought of her own failed marriage. Sex isn't the only thing in a relationship, but bad sex or no sex, puts things under an intolerable strain. "Ian. I don't know what to say." "That's alright," he replied. "I shouldn't have burdened you. It's just you are such good company and I really needed someone to talk to." Fortunately their main course arrived and the food interrupted conversation for a while. While she walked back to her room, she thought of her boss. The pictures in his office, the phone calls home. He was looking for love with sex, like all men. She felt sorry for him, she really did.