She comes to my place, because we're less likely to be caught
She comes to my place, because we're less likely to be caught.
The first time, I'd gone to her place, but he'd come by with
takeout at 9:30, and was immediately suspicious. He nearly
growled at me as he inquired why I was there. I offered that I'd
stopped by with paperwork before their meeting tomorrow, and
fortunately I had, though that was secondary to my reasons for
being there. It was a plausible excuse—he'd had an off-site
meeting that had run late—but he gave me a cold stare before
grudgingly offering to share the Thai food he'd brought. After
we'd finished, it was clear he expected me to go.  I went to her
place one other time, but he'd stopped by even later, after a
stakeout, and bearing Chinese—so I beat a hasty retreat,
ostentatiously shuffling the paperwork I'd claimed we'd been
working on. She called the next day to apologize, and said she'd
make the excuse of a rescheduled karate class for the next
night, so she could come to my place