Chapter FourβHome Again, Home Again
That night, for the first in as many as he could remember, Tessa didn't hound Simon for sex, for which he was grateful.
"So, you got the job I assume."
"Uh huh."
"And you like it?"
"Oh yes," Tess assured him. "Good night, Simon. I've had quite a busy day." Tess was asleep almost immediately, dreaming of doctors, doctors, doctors.
After three weeks of no sexual activity and not being begged for any, Simon began to wonder about his decision to send Tess back into the working world.
"Just what is it you do there, at the bank?" He inquired.
"Oh, typing, filing, lost of exhausting busy work, running errands. I'm coming and going all day long."
"It certainly does seem to be wearing on you," Simon agreed. "Just exactly what is FNS Bank's affiliation?" He wondered.
"Out of New York. They're a sister company of some big fat New York bank," Tess bluffed. "Something like that. They've been in business for quite some time now." Don't say you're going to check it out.
"Maybe I'll check it out."
He always said that. Fortunately, he rarely did so. Being a "junior executive" he knew precious little about precious little, including how to check anything out, even, Tess often felt, a library book. Tess, on the other hand, loved to check out library books and did so oftenβanything from anthropology to ancient mythology, Greek classics, and greats of the English and Russian literary world.
Tess had been picked up by Simon four years ago at his office where she was playing the part of a receptionist. He'd asked her out for lunch. She had suggested the Hilton down the block from their office. Lunch had turned into room service and an hour of the best sex Simon ever encountered.
The very next day Simon had insisted Tess quit the company and move into his apartment, demanding only that she stay there and keep house. Bed, however, was the only thing Tess could keep very well.