Her heart was pounding. He should have opened the envelope right now and about to follow her precise instructions—written in the most “sex-in- the-city-ish-guaranteed-to-cause-blushing-ished” style. He was to meet her at the Center on Nine Street Hotel, room #208 on Friday night at 8pm, and bring nothing but his libido. (more…)

He raced into his office texting, listening to his Ipod and running to grab the phone. He was always on the move, no time to think, to breathe, to answer the mail. He shouted out to his assistant asking her to go through the growing stack in his inbox and just give her the important stuff. She grabbed the pile and began filing open each piece—zip, zip, zip. (more…)

He was her everything and she his. He’d start a sentence that she’d finish. It was easy. No surprises. No OMGs to derail this longtime relationship that weathered bumps as smoothly as a roller-coaster ride. But the thing was, she found herself confessing to her gal-pals over lattes, the thing was they had become so comfortable that she feared they had become stagnant. They were both so crazy-busy that they didn’t have time to time out the way they use to. (more…)