I had a crazy travel week planned last week - and then the weather really fucked it up.
The plan was to fly to NYC on Tuesday morning, take a cab to my 1pm meeting, spend the night, fly to Chicago, rent a car to get to my 1pm meeting and then fly home to Boston.
I almost made it.
But then a storm whacked Chicago with enough force to delay my flight home. My flight to Detrot took off 4 hours late - in time to make me miss my connection to Boston - so I spent the night in Detroit.
People, don't spend the night in Detroit if you can help it. But if you can't the Airport Hilton is nice.
While I was sitting on the tarmac in Chicago for 4 hours they let us use our electronic devices. How nice of them.
I was looking for a book to read and noticed that I'd downloaded one I couldn't remember anything about. It was called The Edge of Never and I don't know when or where I'd gotten it - but I usually download best sellers so I figured it'd be good.
I started reading.
And then I started blushing.
It's an erotic romance. Who knew?
By the time their clothes came off I was already into the characters so I kept reading.
But let's just say the book put ideas in my head.
I finally made it back to Boston and ran straight to my home office to work for HOURS.
I emerged to greet my children and have dinner. And to tell my husband that I'd been thinking of him.
"Really?" he asked picking up on my eye contact.
"Filthy." I said.
He laughed. "Awesome."
"No." I told him. "Really."
He looked intrigued.
We made it through dinner with a limited amount of innuendo.
After the meal I retreated to my office with the girls - and my kindle.
After we tucked the kids in bed I jumped into the shower. When I got out I put on an outfit that I know drives my husband wild - a sheer white tee with short gym shorts.
He came upstairs and saw me in the outfit. He laughed. "What are you doing?" he asked me.
"I told you." I told him.
We tucked the kids in. The boys were awake.
ARGH. A wrinkle in the plan.
I can't be loud with kids who are awake.
But my agenda was more important than volume.
My husband and I went into our room. I tried to tell him that we were going to have to wait for the boys to go to bed but somewhere between "No" and "Wait." he started kissing me and 15 minutes later I was snuggled up beside him naked and still breathing heavily.
I THINK we were quiet. At least I don't remember much of what happened other than that my eyes rolled back in my head at least THREE times.
So yeah, good book.