Tempting Fate Part 7

*Great. You finally decide you want to be a girl, and I can't even enjoy it with you.' She proffers her own bag. *A Pea in the Pod. That's all I've got to look forward to.'

Gabby grins. *Want to grab a coffee?'

*Only if it's decaf. So what's up with you recently? You look all glowing. If I didn't know better I'd say you were pregnant.'

*Sadly not. Must be the menopause,' Gabby says. *Haven't you ever heard of the menopausal glow? No? Me neither. I think it's just that life is going well. I feel ... happy. You know how you always said you loved being in your forties because you felt truly comfortable in your skin, that you didn't need to prove yourself to anyone any more? Well, I get that. I do. I've just suddenly found myself feeling really good.'

*That's great. I remember a couple of months ago you were saying you felt really middle-aged. It's great you're feeling better. Is this what the whole makeover's about?'

*Makeover?'

*Your grey hair has disappeared, and you're spending fortunes. If I didn't know better,' Claire peers at her as they stand in line in Starbucks, *I'd think you were having an affair.'

*Oh ha ha.' Gabby rolls her eyes. *Yes. I am having an affair, for I am exactly the type. In fact, I'm having three affairs, all at the same time. Why do you think I had to cover the grey hair? It was the only way I could attract all three gorgeous lovers.'

Gabby may not be having an affair, but she is planning to have a drink with a man who isn't her husband. She has no idea what to say, how to explain it to Elliott. It occurred to her that she could orchestrate another girls' night out, and a coincidence! a the same man would be at the bar and the two of them could, as they had before, spend the evening talking together.

This time her friends would grow suspicious. Who even knows if Gabby and Matt would be left alone? She doesn't want to lie to Elliott. A lie, however small, feels like the beginning of a slippery slope, but how can she possibly explain it? Should she tell the truth, couched in a white lie, so she will still be able to live with herself?

*Are you sure you don't mind?' Gabby now feels guilty at buying so much, even though Elliott is delighted with her new wardrobe.

*Are you kidding? Gabby, you look amazing! I feel like I have a new wife! I had no idea you were this s.e.xy, honey!'

*Great,' she grumbles. *Thanks a lot.'

*Gabs, you know what I mean. Everything you bought looks incredible on you. Usually you wear such shapeless clothes no one can even see your figure a you know that. But everything you bought just shows it off. You are seriously hot.'

*I've lost a few pounds.' Gabby turns to look at her side view in the closet mirror. *I kind of needed these trousers because the ones I have are swimming on me.'

*I can see,' Elliott says approvingly. *Not that you needed to lose anything, but it suits you. How much have you lost?'

*About six pounds,' Gabby says. *I wasn't even trying. I just haven't been hungry.'

Elliott looks down at his own stomach; he is more cuddly than ever before. *I wish I knew what that felt like,' he says. *Oh well. At least there's more of me to love.'

Gabby, looking at him, feels a surge of love. *The more of you to love, the better.' She leans down and kisses him before sitting on his lap and sliding her arms up round his neck. *Anyway, you're still as gorgeous as the day we met.'

He laughs. *Liar.'

*Oh! Guess what!' She stands up and starts to undress, carefully folding the scarf. *You know that Fourforesight website I joined?'

*No.'

*It's another social media thing.'

*I know that, but I didn't know you joined it.' Elliott shakes his head. *Isn't that like a Facebook for hipsters? You and the girls with all this stuff a I don't know how you find the time. What was your last obsession? Pinterest?'

*Yes. Over it. This one's the new one, and they contacted me and asked if I wanted to take part in a study, a focus group. Isn't that exciting! The guy who started it is flying around meeting people and talking to them about the website and what changes they'd like to see!'

*Okay,' Elliott says, and shrugs. *If you say it's exciting then I'm excited for you.'

*Well, I am excited. I feel like I could be part of a huge change. So it's Wednesday night. I have to go to some hotel in Stamford.'

*Sounds great. Just make sure you wear some of these new clothes a you want them to think you're a hot mommy, right?'

*You'd better believe it.' Gabby's smile is large as she turns to slide the scarf onto a shelf.

Chapter Ten.

As Gabby walks through the lobby of the hotel she is conscious that each of the three men sitting or standing around by the front door is following her with his eyes. She isn't so much walking, as sailing, an a.s.sured smile on her face as she takes long strides, her new boots click-clacking on the marble floor, her hips swaying, her hair, styled into soft s.e.xy waves instead of the more usual unruly curls, bouncing gently on her shoulders.

She has a quality tonight that is more than mere beauty. It is clear to anyone watching that this is a woman well aware of how powerful, s.e.xy, gorgeous she is, who exudes confidence from every pore, and it is this that makes her so compelling.

Gabby walks through to the bar, and stands for a few seconds in the doorway, squinting slightly as she looks around for Matt. She has made sure to be fifteen minutes late, so she won't be the first one here.

And there he is. At one end of the bar. Her heart jumps into her mouth at the exact moment he turns and sees her. As his face lights up, Gabby falters suddenly.

Oh G.o.d, she thinks. Look how ... gorgeous he is. What am I doing here? What the h.e.l.l am I doing here? I need to leave.

But she doesn't. She walks towards him, the smile on her face matching the smile on his, and they stand for a second or two, grinning at each other, before he extends his arms and wraps them round Gabby, who closes her eyes as he holds her tightly.

This is fine, she thinks. I can do this. We are friends. I'm just going to be chatty and friendly while still retaining my distance. I'm the one in control here and I will not let this stray into territory that might be dangerous.

They sit down at the bar, Matt swivelling his stool so he is facing her, and they look at each other and both start to laugh, Gabby shaking her head and looking away.

*I don't know why I'm laughing,' Matt splutters.

*I don't know either,' Gabby manages to say. *But I'd love a drink.'

*Coming right up.' He orders before sitting back to gaze at her.

*What?' Gabby is self-conscious. *Do I have something in my teeth?'

*No. You look great.' She notices his eyes darken as he says this and she knows it means he's aroused. She feels waves of embarra.s.sment, of pleasure, before remembering her manners. *Thank you. How were your meetings?'

*All good. How's the piece you're working on. Didn't you say it was a desk?'

Gabby smiles. He remembered. She had found a dark wooden desk at the consignment store and had stripped it with the intention of painting it a soft dove grey, replacing the handles with small, black, iron k.n.o.bs, and thereby reinventing it as a Gustavian-style desk, perfect for the study. *It's going well,' she says, getting out her phone and scrolling through for pictures.

As she scrolls, she realizes Matt is looking at the screen, at all the evidence of her life, her real life, which she doesn't want him to see. She doesn't want him to see her husband, her children, the signs of a middle-aged housewife a which is what she is, however much he may want to think otherwise. She tilts her screen slightly to prevent him seeing, but it isn't enough.

*Wait! Is that your husband?'

They haven't talked very much about Elliott. Gabby isn't even sure Matt knows his name. It wouldn't feel right to discuss him, nor does she want Matt to see him. *No,' she lies. *Just some friends back home.'

*Oh come on, let me see,' he insists.

*No.' She is firm as she lets the phone fall back into her bag. *Can't find the desk, sorry. Take my word for it, though, that I'm doing an amazing job.'

*I don't doubt it.' Matt raises his gla.s.s, dropping the subject. *Cheers!' he says as Gabby raises hers. *To us.'

Gabby says nothing as she drinks. Us? To us? What us? There is no *us'. And yet she can't deny a thrill at hearing him say the word, and she can't deny a thrill as her eyes unconsciously move across his body, remembering the picture of him surfing. She can't deny a thrill as he watches her looking at him then gives her a slow, s.e.xy smile that makes her tingle down to her toes.

What am I doing? She thinks: I need to leave.

She doesn't. Of course she doesn't. She has another drink.

Their smiles do not fade, each of them is high on the other's company, and it is only as Gabby sips her third drink that she realizes Matt is talking, has been talking for quite some time, and she has no idea what he is saying.

*I'm drunk,' she says suddenly, staring at the gla.s.s as she tries to focus, pushing it away and shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts.

Matt raises his eyebrows. *You haven't had that much.'

*I know. I'm a total lightweight,' she says. *Drinking on an empty stomach has never been good for me.'

*Or perhaps it's very good for you. Depends which way you look at it.'

Gabby snorts with laughter then looks up at him through her mascaraed eyelashes.

*What? Why are you looking at me like that?'

*Because you,' she says, wagging a finger at him, knowing she has had too much to drink and it is making her bold, knowing she would never dare say this when sober, *are dangerous.'

Matt sits back, feigning dismay. *Me? Me? Dangerous? I'm not the dangerous one.' Once again, a slow smile spreads across his face. *You're the dangerous one.'

*I'm an old married woman,' Gabby protests, able to say these words only because she doesn't feel like an old married woman at all, knows she doesn't look like an old married woman. *You're the s.e.xy younger man flirting with a woman he can't have.'

*Oh?' Matt sits forward, leaning very close, and as his lips brush her ear a shiver runs through her entire body. *Are you absolutely sure I'm flirting with a woman I can't have?' His voice is a whisper of desire and Gabby closes her eyes, her whole body on fire, knowing this is too much, this is more than she can handle. His hand is on her knee, and it is as if it is burning through her skin. She can feel him in every bone, every fibre, every tendon of her body, and it is so delicious, so intoxicating, she wants to just sit like this for ever, with his breath brushing her ear, his hand on her leg.

But she is married. To a wonderful man. The thought of Elliott, of his face if he could see them, of his devastation if she was unfaithful, if he ever found out, is sobering.

She opens her eyes to see Matt, his face inches from hers. A few seconds go by as they stare at each other, before Gabby shakes her head.

*Matt, I ... I can't do this. I'm not the sort of woman ...' She stops. She doesn't know how to say this. *I'm married. This feels like too much. I'm sorry.'

*It's fine.' He jumps back, his face filled with apology. *I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry. It's my fault.'

*Oh, Matt. If I was ten years younger, and single ...' Her voice tails off.

*You're perfect exactly as you are,' he says. *You are. Truly.' He gives a wry smile. *It's my bad luck that when I've found the perfect woman, she's unavailable.'

*We can still be friends,' Gabby says.

*Absolutely,' Matt says. *Friends.'

He calls Gabby a cab while she mentally kicks herself. She did the right thing, of course she did the right thing, but he is slightly distant now. The playful flirtatiousness, the dangerous edge of earlier has gone, and Gabby would do anything, anything, to get it back.

When the cab arrives and Matt has put his arms round her in a perfunctory hug, Gabby steps back, then moves forward again, taking his face gently in her hands. She opens her lips as she kisses him slowly, softly, moving back when she feels his tongue. No tongues. Just ... teasing. She needs to keep him wanting her. She needs to continue feeling as beautiful as he has made her feel, and if that requires a tiny bit of teasing, so be it.

This time she pulls back to see a smile of delight on his face.

*Friends?' he whispers.

*Friends,' she nods, climbing into the cab, her heart threatening to pound right out of her chest.

The girls are fast asleep when she walks in. Olivia sleeps in the dark, her face as soft and peaceful as when she was a baby. Gabby brushes her hair off her face and kisses her on the forehead, then the cheek, then the cheek again. When the girls are asleep, at their most vulnerable, not fighting, not looking at her with disdain, not being the vocal, confident children they are, she is reminded of their innocence and she feels herself falling in love with them all over again, every night.

Alanna's light is on, her iTouch still clutched in her hand. Gabby hesitates, then prises it out and clicks the screen on. Sometime in the last six weeks Alanna set up an Instagram account, and Gabby, not allowed to look under normal circ.u.mstances, could perhaps find out more about what's going on.

But the iTouch is now pa.s.sword-protected, and nothing Gabby can think of will work. With a sigh, and after several kisses on the forehead and cheek of her younger daughter, she turns off the light and moves quietly down the hallway to her own bedroom.

The television is on when she walks in, Elliott illuminated by the bluish light of Homeland. His mouth is open as he snores gently, the covers mussed up around his legs, his T-shirt ridden up to expose the rounded belly she has always loved so much.

And suddenly Gabby feels like crying. The familiarity, the comfort in seeing Elliott, the relief at having come so close to doing something so terrible a and she did come close, as close as she has ever come a all makes her eyes p.r.i.c.k with tears.

Kicking off her boots she snuggles into Elliott's side, wanting to smell him, feel him, wanting the safety of her husband to somehow negate the danger of the evening. She nuzzles into his neck just as he stirs.

*Oh a hey! What time is it?'

*Eleven-ish. I just got back.'

*It must have been fun.' Elliott pushes himself up on the pillows and smiles at his wife. *Did they think you were a total hot mommy?'

*You know what?' She is coquettish. *I think he did. This kid, Matt, who started the website, definitely seemed to think I was a MILF.'

*He's clearly a man of excellent taste.' Elliott grins, tracing a hand lazily along the neck of her sweater then moving down to the waistband of her trousers, before pulling her towards him.

As they kiss Gabby helps him ease off her sweater and trousers, and draws his T-shirt over his head.

*Did you lock the door?' he whispers, reaching for the remote and turning off the television.

*No. Hang on.' She jumps off the bed and comes back seconds later, rolling on top of him. His fingers are between her legs, her own stroking him to hardness as she closes her eyes, and once again a please let this be the last time a imagines that it is not her familiar, loved, teddy bear of a husband beneath her, but a hard-bodied, virile, unbelievably s.e.xy thirty-something.

It is Matt's fingers she feels inside her, Matt's body she moves her lips down until she takes him in her mouth, and she is more active, more energetic, more turned-on than she has been in years.

Afterwards, Elliott cradles her in his arms and laughs. *What got into you tonight? You were amazing.'

*Isn't that how MILFs are supposed to show their husbands the love?'

*I don't know, but I sure as h.e.l.l hope so,' he says, and laughs again, turning the television back on. Within five minutes, he is gently snoring, leaving Gabby to replay every single thing that happened tonight, or, rather, every single thing that happened before she came home.