Free Having Fun with Mr. Wrong by Celia T. Franklin

runs the show. That’s not easy for a guy to accept.”
    “You know, it’s not so much that as it’s how much the success has gone to her head. She’s an egomaniac. Don’t get me wrong, she’s great at what she does. But Margo knows it and doesn’t hesitate to remind me every step of the way.”
    “She’s riding high now. But it’s bound to all change with the impending downturn in the economy.” Lorraine took her water back to her desk.
    “Yeah, and I dread to see how she changes when that happens. She’s already irritable and bitchy. No telling what an economic slowdown will bring out in her.”
    As opposed to dealing with Margo’s indifference, how nice it would be to hold the sweet, pliable Lorraine in his arms. He had a flash cross his mind, shameful as it was, to clear his desk and take her right on top of it. How exquisite it would be to have her legs around him while he…
    His cell phone buzzed again, and this time he took the call. It was Margo.
    “Timmy, where the hell have you been?”
    “Margo, speak of the devil. I’m finishing up for the day on the project with Lorraine.” He closed the open websites on his laptop and shut the computer down.
    “I’ve been trying to call you. Did you get my message?”
    “No, I’m sorry, I was busy. When did you call?”
    “It doesn’t matter. Listen, let’s meet for dinner. There’s cause for celebrating.”
    “What are we celebrating?”
    “I closed forty-one loans this month, the highest volume in the area. And a whopping pay check of seventy-five big ones!”
    “That’s great, Margo. Really, great.” He should be pleased for her, but instead the news deflated him. She’d no doubt brag about it throughout dinner. It would be all about her, again.
    “Let’s meet at Sardi’s. We’ll make it special.”
    “Sounds good. We’re about done now. I’ll be there within twenty minutes.” He shut down his computer.
    Tim grabbed his tweed jacket from the coat hanger behind his office door, shrugged into it, and put on his overcoat. “Really, Lorraine, you should call it a night.”
    “You go on. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    ****
    Although at times Timmy could be a little too needy, Margo felt totally comfortable with their relationship. He thought she worked too hard, but her job yielded them vacations to Hawaii, cruises and other five-star vacations every year, new cars, and a gorgeous house on Long Island. They had it all.
    At Sardi’s they ordered the night’s special of venison, mushrooms, and broccoli on the side, with a good bottle of red wine.
    Margo clinked her glass against Timothy’s. “So, aren’t you excited? We can pay cash for the car now and pay down the mortgage on the house as well.”
    “I thought you were going to put the money away so you could get out of this job?” Timothy took a long gulp of his wine.
    “Eventually, I will be out. The volume can’t possibly go on at this pace forever. And frankly, neither can I.” She sighed with satisfaction, still gleeful about her big month.
    “You wanted that beautiful house on Long Island, and you’re never home. Frankly I don’t know why you bought it.”
    Timothy played with his mustache. He only did that when he was irritated. What did she do wrong?
    “I know you didn’t want the house initially. The move increased our commutes a little bit. But the benefits by far exceed the pitfalls. And you have your pool room.”
    “I didn’t expect to have over an hour to commute to work, Margo. And what’s the use of having a sprawling mansion with a swimming pool when I’m alone in it every night?”
    “Oh come on, Timmy. I’m with you every night. Where do I go?” She leaned forward and squeezed his hand. “The commute isn’t that bad. It’s the price you pay for living the high life.” She sipped her wine and put on a wide smile, ignoring Tim’s lack of enthusiasm.
    “I never asked for the high life.”
    “Maybe not. But you wanted to move to New York City, so