She nodded her head and opened the door. "Matty, it's Grace. Do you mind if I come in and talk to you?" Grace poked her head into his room looking for...him. She quickly found him laying up against his desk in the far corner of the bedroom. She gulped and took a step in sliding along the wall to help her stand up start and not fall over. Matty looked up at grimaced, "What are you doing here?" He asked her his voice not the sweet loving voice she had gotten to know so well. It was a mad pissed off. "It's been a long two weeks for you I know but you'll thank me in many ways for what I have in store for you this weekend," she wrote. "Be at the Towers restaurant Friday night promptly at 9 p.m."Now this was one nice restaurant and I finally was going to have a dream date with my Mistress. The two weeks dragged on and on but finally TGIF rolled around and I kissed my wife goodbye telling her to have a good time and not worry about me. As soon as my wife pulled out of the driveway I went to. ., well..., nothing like this, this left me speechless.“I tried to call you but you must have already left for the gym, I didn't think you finished this early", she explained that the meeting was canceled when the CEO was stuck in London by fog, "Do you think you could do this again on Friday, I have to go to DC again?”, she asked.The brain was working but someone had shifted the mouth into neutral. I could not say anything for a minute and then compounded the problem by saying something. "Damn that Raoul! If he chips the paint on the door again, I am going to paint it using that fop's hair!" Elaine!" He called aloud. "Please answer the door and tell the brothers I will be right down, please?"As always, his housekeeper appeared as if from out of nowhere and made her way to the door.He quickly grabbed the emerald cufflinks from his bureau top then slipped them into the pocket of his waistcoat and hastily, returned to the entry of his home. The sight that greeted him from the top.