Hello Hedonism by Desiree Day Page A

we can go back to your place for privacy, I don’t want to tell you here with so many people around.”
    “What do you have to tell me that requires privacy?”
    “Come on Tawny, let’s get out of here,” he gently pleaded.
    Tawny slammed her glass on the table then motioned to Carlos. “Can you bring me the check?” she asked when he rushed over.
    “That’s okay Ms. Tawny all you had was tea. It’s on the house. Don’t worry about it.”
    “Thank you Carlos,” she said gratefully, while she gathered up her paperwork and stuffed it all into her bag.
    They strolled out to her car, a convertible mustang, her one splurge that she had allowed herself. It was a once in a lifetime purchase that she knew she would never do again, it was too decadent, so totally unlike her.
    They got in the car and she started it up. Instead of letting down the top, she blasted the air conditioning, it was July and the temperature was in the high nineties. She turned to her fiancé.
    “So?”
    Gordon took a deep breath, then blurted, “I don’t want to get married.”
    A sheet of ice fell over Tawny, numbing her feelings. “Are you saying that you don’t want to get married next month? That you don’t want to marry me? Or that you don’t want to get married ever?” she asked calmly.
    “All of the above.”
    “You’re telling me this now? A month before our wedding?”
    Gordon shrugged. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”
    “You could’ve just said, I don’t want to get married, like you just did.”
    “Your parents would’ve killed me.”
    “Forget my parents this is about us.”
    Gordon shook his head. “It has never been about us. My friends have dubbed us and your parents the dating quartet. Hell, Tawny they even go on vacation with us. I wouldn’t be surprised if they planned on coming with us on our honeymoon.”
    “I’ll talk to them about giving us space,” Tawny said hurriedly.
    Gordon ran his hand down his face. “That’s not the only thing.”
    Tawny gulped, then asked, “What else?”
    “We’re not compatible.”
    “That’s not true,” she protested. “We go to the same church, we want children, we like going bowling every Saturday, we like jazz, we like—”
    “That’s not it Tawny, I’m not happy in bed.”
    “Oh, we can get a new one, when we move in together. I think it’s about time, the one that I have is old.”
    Gordon frowned. “That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m bored in bed, I’m bored with having sex with you. It’s so predictable.”
    Stunned, Tawny felt like Gordon had stabbed her with a knife. “What? I thought you liked everything I did to you.”
    “I do, but it’s the same thing…always the same thing. I eat you, you suck me then we have sex.”
    “Well what else is there? There’s only so many things you can do with the equipment that we have.”
    “There’s a lot more we can do.”
    “I’ll learn…just tell me what to do,” she pleaded.
    “I’ve tried, I gave you hints, but you never picked up on them.”
    “You should’ve been more direct.” They were silent each lost in their thoughts, Gordon searching for the words to help him escape and Tawny looking for words to make him stay.
    “And I want somebody who dresses sexier,” he admitted pushing the knife in deeper. “You’re always wearing the same dull colors, black, beige and brown. There’s no excitement when it comes to your outfits, I always know what you’re going to wear.”
    “What?” Tawny sputtered.
    “You dress like a librarian. You’re a beautiful lady, but you always look like you’re either on your way to church or to a five-year-old’s birthday party.”
    “That’s not true, just because I don’t have my ass and tits showing it doesn’t make me not sexy. I know what I have and I don’t have to advertise it.”
    “Whatever. And you know what? Even your job is predictable.”
    “So you’re attacking my job now? Wow Gordon, I can’t win