Meanwhile, back at her office, she couldn’t focus too much on work. She had plans for the night. She also loved her man. However, this was not going to be his night. As much as he loved controlling… attempting to control… her, she was setting the boundaries he needed to understand. She was going to hang out with her girlfriends and that was final. She hadn’t told him that yet, as she didn’t want to face that wannabe stern look he gave that should chill water to ice. However, she found it quite funny. Her man really thought that modern women just did what a guy told them to do.
Sure, in bed, it was very awesome that he took charge. It was also very awesome that he knew what he was doing in bed. Always innovating, bringing about fresh ideas, always elevating the level of passion. She had learned many things from him. Tonight, the tide would turn on him. She was going to devour him and leave him totally spent. She’d done it before and he never mentioned it. This would ensure he’d be sound asleep and she’d have her night out with her girlfriends. He’d never suspect.
The poor guy thought he was in charge and never knew that she ran the show. The single biggest telltale sign of her ownership of things was that after that fateful night when he dared raise his hands to punish her for snooping, she had corrected course and kept her surveillance intact. She was even proud of the fact that she now had ways of knowing all his secrets without him knowing she knew. Playing those beautiful cards unexpectedly on him ensured she got her ways most of the times she wanted it.
The only thing she felt bad about was that there were times she needed him to take charge in public and he would step back and let her figure things out. It made sense that he was so used to being outsmarted by her, but that lack of step up when she needed him to step up made her feel like she was too much woman for him. She went places he couldn’t quiet keep up. That sometimes turned her off a little to her man. That’s why she wanted to celebrate this birthday without him. To have fun and not think about how much more of a woman she was than he.
To set the stage for her surprise, she had uncovered a plot by him to surprise her that night. He had not only that box, but he had a limo planned. The driver was kind enough to let her know where they were going and with a bit of flirting, a bit of teasing, she convinced the driver to change his plans so she could go to her favorite spa that had a great party hall. Then, with a few more calls, she had arranged to have the place reserved for her and her girlfriends. The driver had agreed to play along with the hubby without tipping him off, so that it looked like it was going to be another lovely night at the theater.
The dinner reservations were easy to cancel. No good business ever wants to upset the ladies who give them plenty of repeat business and they sure don’t want any scenes to show up on social media about not delivering great service. The theater was not thrilled about the desire to give a refund about the show that was going to be missed. As far as she was concerned, that would teach hubby to think and assume that he had her all figured out and could make plans for on her behalf.
Women ruled the world. That was just as simple as that. In fact, if it wasn’t for the resilience of women, the world would have stopped turning a long time ago. So, as she reviewed her plans for the interview with that amazing magazine, her confidence soared. She had worked very hard to get this opportunity. And while it came much sooner than she thought, she was not going to question the role of luck in the fortune she’d been experiencing of late. And the topic of women’s empowerment in the modern era was just her favorite.
She had switched to her success little black dress with the gold zipper down the back and her four inch black heels with the gold accent ring on the heel. She was ready for her close up. After that interview, she’d be free to head home and modify a few more plans. She wanted to enjoy her night out.
Shallows of the Deep 