For Us: Part 1

Elliot Reeves has spent six years being useful and well liked. He brings baklava when someone has a bad week. He apologizes to appliances. At Northaven, that softness is about to be managed out: a quiet list in People, a hungry rival copying his emails, a director who smiles too long at Elliot's wife.Zara Reeves sees it before the paperwork arrives. Thirty-four, Toronto by marriage, Pakistani by blood, she packed his lunch this morning and she is not going to watch the office treat him like spare furniture. She emails the director's assistant. She offers flowers, seating, a dinner that does not taste like a catering invoice. That is the public door.Behind it is Martin Hale, who has been staring since the green dress in July.Zara knows the difference between being wanted and being useful. She has used both before she ever chose a kind man who spilled mango lassi on her sandals and talked to the stain like it had feelings. She will be charming in the dining room. She will be something else in a room with a lock. She will come home, wash her mouth, and ask her husband to look at her.Elliot hates the plan. He lets her walk through it anyway, because he does not have a better one, and because she still puts his head on her chest and tells him he is not imaginary.This is a contemporary erotic short story about a marriage that stays standing while the wife does the ugly part. It is filthy. It is domestic. It is for adults eighteen and older.