Geekus Interruptus by Mickey J. Corrigan Read Free Book Online

emanating from his
office. Digital timers, for when your turn to move a chess piece had ended. How
geeky the whole discussion had become. They were talking about chess moves
instead of an illicit love affair. Which explained why her legs had stopped
shaking and her pulse had slowed. Her stomach, however, still roiled.
    Jess handed her a full glass of wine, and
she took a long draw on it.
    “Honey, I resisted the desire, then I gave
in to it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be deceptive. I didn’t want to hurt you.
I just wanted to follow my passion.”
    She could relate to that. Who couldn’t? She
made herself swallow the wine.
    Jess continued. “I just wish you played.
Chess, I mean. You’d understand me better. And I’ve been thinking. We’ve done
well, we’ve got savings, maybe we could relax a bit. I really don’t have to
keep working so hard. We could spend a good portion of our time traveling. To
chess tournaments. London, Paris. Saint Petersburg, Budapest. St. Louis, Las
Vegas. Rome! Think of what we could share.”
    He watched her for a reaction to all he’d
revealed. His eyes glistened. He wanted her to play a role in his geek fantasy.
Which was so much better than replacing her with a Swedish model. Marcy had no
interest in chess. None. But she understood why his fantasy of indulging his
passion for chess included her. Or could, if she were open to it.
    Marcy placed her glass on the desk next to
the laptop.
    “My belly aches,” she said. “It’s been
bothering me a lot lately.”
    Jess smiled.
    “Really?” he said.
    He sounded excited.
    “Is it the same as last time?”
    “What last time?”
    How irritating he could be so amused by her
discomfort. Marcy cupped her abdomen. The wine had tasted weird, vile.
    “When you were pregnant, remember? It
stated with a stomach ache, a real belly buster. Then the nausea. You were super
emotional too. Unstable, actually.”
    He said this with a straight face.
    “Me, unstable? I certainly don’t recall
that.”
    They both smiled. Marcy reflected on what
she’d felt like during the brief time she’d been pregnant. That short period in
her life was vague, as blurry as the image of Ian and his white chess queen
still frozen on her computer screen.
    She’d been happy though. She did remember
that.
    Jess walked over and picked up her wine
glass.
    “I’ll drink this. Just in case.”
    When he lifted the glass to his lips, she
reached for him. With a deft tug, she loosened the towel around his waist. It
dropped to the black and white tile floor.
    Jess placed the empty wine glass on the
desk and cupped his hand under her chin. He tilted her head up so she could see
his eyes. His beautiful green-gray eyes.
    “I’m sorry I don’t treat you with more
respect. I’m sorry I don’t always make love to you the way you like it. But the
other night, I remembered how damn hard I fell for you. Your wildness, your sexy
love for me. I’m still crazy about you, Marcy Buenaventure Margate.”
    When Marcy looked ahead a few moves, she
didn’t see herself playing chess with her husband. But she did see the two of
them traveling together, making love in hotel rooms between sightseeing jaunts.
Jess could indulge his passion for chess while she indulged some of her own, dining
out and shopping in some of the most exciting cities in the world. When she
envisioned their future, she saw Jess teaching their children to play chess. She
saw them both showing their little ones the tactics that work in life and some
of the best moves to be made. And, when she pictured the rest of their lives,
there was no place in it for flings with other people. Only trust and fidelity.
    Marcy stood up and hugged her husband. For
good measure, she made a point of thrusting her hips against him while she kissed
his soft pink lips. He stuck his tongue deep in her mouth and swirled it
around, his hands fondling the crack in her ass.
    “You’re not over the hill, baby,” she said.
“Not by a long