Bob Geldof said it right when he shouted, ‘I don’t like Mondays’ in his excessively tight blue shirt. There is nothing to like about them. They start off horribly because you are still recovering from the weekend. Even if you didn’t have a drop to drink you feel hung over. You don’t feel like working at all and when you finally get the strength to do so it’s lunchtime. Mondays are a waste of a day. Someone should really lobby for a 4-day workweek. I’d much rather work 10-hour days for four days a week if it meant avoiding Mondays altogether.

As soon as I log onto my computer Jack sends me an instant message.

Him: I got us a room.

Me: Huh?

Him: A room. Can you meet me there during lunch?

Me: Yeah ok.

I figure he’s kidding. He usually kids about getting a room.

Him: Meet me at 12:15 in Room 1655 at the Sheraton on 7th Avenue.

I look at the screen, unable to answer right away.

Him: So I’ll see you then?

I hesitate again. This is a little out of character even for Jack. We do go to lunch a lot but he would never get a hotel room. How would explain that particular charge to his wife?

Him: Hello?

Decisions, decisions. Lunchtime nookie. Now there’s a story for future girls night out dinners.

Me: Ok

Him: Great. I have so much stuff to catch up on.

Me: So I’ll see you at 12:15.

I leave the office at noon and walk to the hotel. I knock on the door and when he opens it to let me in he kisses me, hard and pulls me inside. He closes the door behind me. I try to pull away but he continues to kiss me. Before I realize what’s happening I am completely naked and he is kissing me everywhere. I’ve never seen him like this. He pulls away and smiles at me, “You are so beautiful.”

“Is everything OK?”

He nods, “Yes, Everything is great.” He brushes my hair out of my face with his hand and looks into my eyes and repeats himself, “Everything is great.” He kisses me again only this time he’s slow. Everything is slow. He slowly kisses my body, he slowly goes down on me, he slowly enters me. We have sex for a long time. It’s nice. Too nice. Different. Serious. No joking, no laughing, no messiness. I start to feel butterflies in my stomach and I don’t want him to pry his body away from mine just yet. Oh this can’t happen. I cannot fall for him. Why now? Why after all this time?

He doesn’t get out of the bed, he cuddles up against me and wraps his arms around my waist. “That was wonderful.”

I can’t turn to look at him. If I do, I may never be able to recover. I simply say, “Yeah.”

“I wish we could stay here all afternoon.”

I once again go into banter mode and say, “Yeah ok.”

“I do.” He nuzzles his nose into my neck and kisses me, “Do we have to go back?”

“Yes we do.” I unwrap his arms from around my body and sit up.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s almost time. We have to go back to the office.” I walk into the bathroom, close and lock the door. I turn the water on so I can shower and pretend not to hear him when he knocks. I shower, get dressed and open the door.

“Didn’t you hear me knocking?”

“No. I’m sorry.”

He smiles at me, and I feel my knees buckling, “Why are you in such a hurry to get back to the office?”

“I have some stuff to do and I don’t want to be stuck there late tonight.” I pick my bag up off the floor and walk towards the door.

“What? No kiss?”

I turn around, look at him and want so badly for him to not be married. “What was I thinking?” I walk over and kiss his nose, “See ya.” I turn to leave again and he grabs my wrist.

“That was so lame.”

I try to look everywhere else and not into his eyes. “Jack I have to go.”

“Just one last kiss.”

I sigh, “Fine.”

He kisses me and it’s more intense than the one he greeted me with at the door.

I pull away, “See you later.”

“Bye.”

I walk out of the room and when I get into the elevator I shake my head. What was I thinking meeting him there?