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“I just want to romance you, not have to rush with you. I guess in Paris we did, but now. I want to take my time with you…”Eliza was limp, and pressed to the bathroom sink. What had happened between her and Terrence had been fast and furious. In its way, it was romantic to her, because she had not imagined that she would feel this way about him. She had not imagined that Terrence would feel like this–that she would feel the way that she felt about him. 

She could not have imagined that she would have let him romance her the way he had in Paris. From the time that they got there, she felt something. It was not that she was swooning, but she was attracted to him in some sort of way and maybe she had let herself he vulnerable so that she could end up in bed with him.

“Right now is romance–I never needed candlelight and flowers and candy. I like it fast and crazy like what we just did.”

Terrence caressed her bare thigh, and Eliza shivered sweetly from the chill of the bathroom sink on her ass.

“You are beautiful like this,” he said, slipping his hand between her ass and the sink. He kissed her neck, Eliza saw him cover her in the mirror behind the sink, and the image was captured like film. She would remember this in her most private moments, and it would be the most romantic thing ever.

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Eliza heard the last part of the national anthem, when she walked toward Terrence’s office. He was listening to the ball game. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the desire that she felt from being in the office this late and being this close to him.

She walked past his door, and felt him behind her as she did.

“I need your help with a project Eliza, can you step in for a moment?”

His hand was on her hip, and she leaned against the wall outside of his door. He moved around in front of her, and looked in her eyes.

“I admire those of you that work well independently,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Terrence smiled at her softly.

“I can’t stop thinking about you…” he said, looking at her.

“Yeah…” she answered, looking at him and shifting. “Not here.”

He nodded.

“Do you want to get dinner and a nightcap?”

“I have to meet my fiancé…”
Terrence stared at her with wide eyes.

“Fiancé? I was wondering when you were going to tell me…”
“You knew?”

He laughed.

“Of course I knew, you were in the paper with him and everyone was talking about it a few days ago…”

“So you did not know before? In Paris?”
“No, I just wanted you. I still want you, and I don’t care if you are stepping out on your fiancé…”
Eliza laughed and stood up straight.

“My relationship is open with my fiancé…”
Terrence leaned into her.

“So you are open?”

Eliza pulled away from him.

“Not here, not here…”
He stood back and surveyed her.

“I can’t stop thinking about you…open…” he said, looking down and then back up at her with a potent mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability.

Turning on her heel, she walked to the bathroom. The unisex bathroom was wide and white with gleaming surfaces. When Terrence placed her on top of the sink, there was nothing more gleaming than their lust…

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Eliza felt like a one-woman slutfest. She tried to play it cool in her office, eyeballing the mermaid card that Terrence had given her. But in his office, it was another story altogether.

The door closed behind her, and Terrence stood at his desk looking at her walk toward him. The sound of her own heels was jarring to her, as she walked over to him and stood before him.

Terrence’s fingers dawdled over his calendar as if they were pens writing an entry about her.

But his finger was suspended in pace for a moment before he held her close to him. Her kiss was softer than a feather, as he pulled her to him.

Eliza closed her yes and felt the sting of a common slut, because she never told Rafe or Oscar about Terrence…but she could not keep her hands off of him after the first time. Looking up at his face, Terrence had a firm, but soft smile on his lips as he looked down at her.

“Can I help you?” he questioned her.

Eliza closed her eyes, intoxicated by the warmth of his breath. His soft manner.

“Yeah, I need help…” she said looking up into his eyes.

On his desk, the small bag from where he bought her card crumpled underneath her when he placed her on top of the desk. The crumple of paper curled beneath her like waves, and when he called her his mermaid…when he called her that she almost came from that alone.

Her emotions moved in waves, she was torn beneath him. Waves of pleasure and pain moved over her body. She might be called a slut for her lifestyle, but she did not care. Terrence made her not care…not care about a anything but the waves of pleasure he created throughout her body…

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When Eliza saw the greeting card on her desk with the gorgeous John William Waterhouse mermaid on it, she felt heat go through her body and her hands shook. The mermaid had been a painting in her hotel room in Paris. She closed her eyes, remembering Paris and Terrence.

Terrence had obviously sent her the card, because he knew it would send her reeling.

Immediately, she was transported to the hotel room in Paris with him. After they had had sex for real. She was still semi-draped with the sheets from the bed, like an indecent Venus de Milo–Terrence’s description of her–and she had sat next to the painting.

Of the Waterhouse mermaid.

Before she could properly reflect on what happened between them after he called her his mermaid, her assistant knocked on her door. Eliza realized her forearm had slipped between her thighs.

“Yes Casper?” she answered, removing her arm and crossing her legs.

Casper opened and closed her door delicately behind him.

“Liza, Terrence wants to see you. Do you want me to say you are busy?”

Eliza admired Casper in his retro formal attire, in conjunction with his retro mannerism.

“No, I cannot put him off forever. Let him in.”

Casper gave her a curt nod, and opened the door to let Terrence in.

Terrence had a stern expression on his face, as he closed the door behind him. He pressed his back to it and looked at her. They both avoided each other’s eyes.

“The card…” Eliza caressed the glossy image, and embossed writing with admiration and avoidance at once.

“It reminded me of you. I saw it in a novelty store and…did you read the inside?”

She looked up at him. It had not even occurred to her to open it, she was so fixated on the image of the mermaid. She picked up the card, thankful she had something to focus on and to avoid looking in his eyes a little longer.

The tiny sound of the thick paper was almost shrill, it was so silent between them. In tight script with a fountain pen, Terrence had written:

You’re my mermaid.

Eliza looked up at him, and he stared at her without reservation.

“You–” she started. “are drowning me…”

Terrence smiled a small smile as if he understood the true meaning of what she had said, when she did not even know what she meant…He studied her for a long moment, before he walked out and closed her door. The door closed like a splash, and she realized she was indeed drowning…

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Eliza pressed her hand to her head.

Life was wilder than fiction…she could not have made any of this up. She rolled from side to side on the bed, at first not sure literally where she was–

–in bed.

–or where she was…

…in Paris.

She loved Paris, but she had not been excited about this trip. Aside from all of the things that were going on in her personal life with Rafe and Oscar, she was less than thrilled about her traveling companion.

The new guy in her department had rubbed her the wrong way as soon as she met him. He was far too cocky, and did not mesh with anyone in her department. He was abrupt with her, and she was his boss. She had not wanted to go with him, but he was hired because he had contacts in France, and they wanted to expand outside of Paris. Plus his French was impeccable.

On the plane there, they sat side by side. Eliza pressed her head to the window, and felt the new guy fall asleep on her shoulder. She wanted to push him off of her, but she figured he was asleep. She reread texts that she and Oscar had exchanged. Oscar mentioned Polly, and that was almost too much for her to bear.

As work colleagues, the new guy was spectacular. In and out of meetings, he was spectacular. And then there were the awkward interactions between them, when they were not in meetings. Eliza would stare at her phone, and the new guy would sit across from her.

“You should dump that guy…”

Eliza looked up at him.

“What?”

“You keep staring at your phone frowning. I know that look, you should dump the guy.”

She picked up her phone, and walked out onto the terrace. The new guy followed her.

“Don’t jump!”

Eliza rolled around on her bed, and felt as if she was burned when she rolled into his body.

It was the new guy, and he was still asleep. She swallowed as she watched him. This truth was far stranger than fiction…

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At first when Carla told Margaux what she knew about Rafe, and how she would never be more than a sideshow to Eliza…Margaux was not sure that they were going to be able to be friends much longer. She was not sure if Carla was going to have certain ideas about her because she was involved with him, or because she did not want Carla to speak badly about the man that she loved……and who was the father of her child that would never be born.

Margaux knew her eyes were damp, and she knew that Carla was going to say something about it. 

Carla looked at her with soft eyes, and put her hand on her thigh. Margaux closed her eyes tight, and felt a tear pull from the tightness. When she opened her eyes, she saw the tear splashed on the top of Carla’s hand. Carla continued to rub her thigh.

She had told Carla about the baby, about the baby that she never let have a chance to breathe in this world. She had ended her pregnancy for so many reasons, and she did not doubt them…but she wondered at the miracle she had let go. What would Rafe had done? What kind of father would he have been?

“He surprised me,” Carla said, not looking at her. “I did not think that he would be a stand-up dude like that for you. I did not think he would be this cool about it…”

Margaux nodded, knowing it was a lot for Carla to say that to her and that was why they were friends. Carla knew she was in love, she knew that she was in love with Rafe way before she did. Carla knew she was interested in him before she did, Carla knew all of her secrets as if she was a part of her. Being friends with Carla was like holding a mirror to herself.

Margaux looked at her friend, and in her eyes, she saw her own mirrored. She put her hands on her now empty stomach, and imagined there was still something inside of her…

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Eliza saw Rafe sitting in the shadows of their apartment by an open window, though it was dark. He looked out of the window as if for inspiration, or for something he hoped was out there.She walked over to him, the only sound was the elegant click of her stilettos. Pausing before him, he looked up at her and hugged her thighs.

“Babe…” she whispered softly, running her hands through his hair. “Babe.”

Rafe looked up at her, and Eliza never saw an expression like that on his face before.

Eliza continued to run her hands through his hair. He had called her, and she cancelled on the way to her meeting, because of what he told her.

Now she knew that when she saw Margaux what was wrong, that Margaux had been carrying Rafe’s baby and made the decision to terminate her pregnancy. Eliza closed her eyes and wondered if Margaux had ended everything, because she did not want to come between then.

Being honest, Eliza would want to have Rafe’s children herself. But if Margaux had remained pregnant, she would have loved the baby because it was part of Rafe.

And she loved Rafe.

“I think she made the best decision she could, you can’t question her on this Rafe.”

“But she was carrying my child!”

“Shhh, I know…” Eliza looked down at him, and even in the shadows she could see his eyes shining with tears.

She was out of words to console him in the shadows, she even savored the shadows. Eliza closed her eyes as she thought of Oscar’s phone call from Shanghai, still echoing in the shadow of her empathy..

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Eliza felt she was putting together the pieces of the puzzle, as she downloaded the new software for her smartphone. She pressed her head to the glass of the car that she was taking to her next meeting.

Seeing Margaux had troubled her, Margaux looked uncomfortable with her even as she tried to make it seem otherwise. And not being able to get Oscar on the phone, made her think that her must have gotten involved with Polly again.

She was happy that she could not talk on the phone for moments. Eliza needed the time to herself, not to think about Margaux or Oscar’s potential predicaments. Closing her eyes, she leaned back in the plush seat of the car and parted her lips. Breathing through her mouth, she tried to meditate.

But she was not able to concentrate, and stared at her phone which was downloading quicker than she had expected it to. The download was as fast as New York City in flashes, as they drove through the city.

Her meeting should have been on her mind, but it was hard to be focused. Selfishly, she thought about Oscar, and wondered if he was involved with Polly again. They were in Shanghai… She could not be mad at him about that since she was getting married after all, and her wedding was coming closer and closer. But when he was not with Polly, it made her feel peaceful. Her love for Oscar made her appreciative of polyamory. Certainly she had loved more than one man before in her life, but not like this.

Her phone beeped, and she picked it up to unlock the screen. As soon as she did, she saw messages from Rafe and Oscar.

Her heart leaped and stilled at once. The car came to a dramatic stop, and she screamed because she was afraid of being in another car accident.

It was only her mind that crashed…

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Margaux was happy that she was wearing sunglasses. Even though her doctor had assured her that the spotting was normal, and that there was nothing to worry about…even though every time she saw a spot of blood on her undergarments, she felt nauseous and anxious. Her nerves about the spotting even placated her anxiety over needles, when her blood work was done. There was no way she could not be emotional, her choice had not been an easy one but it was the one that she felt she had to make.

She walked toward the restaurant to see Rafe, because he was worried about her. And because she wanted to see him. He was her partner, and made her feel comfortable and secure.

But before she had even really started walking to the restaurant, she saw Eliza.

Eliza studied her, and Margaux could see that she was unsure how to greet her. Margaux pulled from her feeble reserves, to walk toward Eliza with a warm smile she was far from feeling.

“Hi!” she forced, and hugged Eliza.

Eliza gripped her with the same force, that she had gripped her with.

“Hi,” Eliza said to her. “How are you?”

“Good,” Margaux lied. “Just coming from a doctor’s appointment.”

“Oh, I am heading to an appointment for work. Everything okay with you?”

Margaux felt nervous as Eliza continued to study her. The rest of their conversation came in a rush in her memory when they parted. She felt weak, as she continued walking to the restaurant to meet Rafe.

Rafe knew something was wrong with her as soon as he saw her. She sat beside him on the plush cushion by the window. She dry heaved with tears that would not come. Rafe held her tight, and kissed her temple.

“I am here baby, I am here…”

He kissed her temple and rubbed her back, as he ordered hot tea for her.

“The doctor said the bleeding was normal, nothing more than I should expect and she will email me the results to my blood work.”

“Good,” he kissed her temple. “Good.”

Margaux excused herself to go to the bathroom, Rafe barely let her go. His hand caressed her bottom for a moment before she walked away. In the bathroom, looking down at her panties spotted with blood, she could still feel Rafe’s lips on her temple.

And she thought what an amazing father he would be…

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