This idea was taken from a TV commercial, thought it would make a cute story.

 

The Answering Machine-Friend or Foe

by Sissy(sissy@svs.net)

& Chris (ckline-usa@foreverliving.com)

Walker is leaning back on the arm of the couch with Alex pulled up in his arms. As her arms encircle his neck, he kisses her softly, then moves his lips toward her ear. She turns her face just a little and catches his lips with hers, pulling his tongue deep into her mouth.

When the phone rings, they ignore it, knowing his answering machine will pick it up, as they continue to kiss, a fire that threatens to consume them both is ignited. His hands move up under her shirt rubbing her back, then to the bra, which he deftly unsnaps. He moves his hand in between them cupping her breast and bringing a low moan of pleasure. She begins moving her hips against his, eliciting a rumble from deep in his throat. The phone rings again. They still ignore it. Alex pulls herself further up his body, moving her lips over his face to his neck then to his ear, running her tongue around the edge of it. He pulls her down and claims her mouth again with his as the phone rings the third time.

The answering machine finally picks up and the next thing they hear is a soft sensuous voice, “Hi, are you going to be up early tomorrow morning to let me in? If not, I’ll let myself in with my key. Bye.” 

Alex’s eyes pop open, not believing what she has just heard. She pulls back and sits up looking at him incredulously, waiting for an explanation.

He looks at her with eyes dark with desire, reaches to pull her back into his arms, “Come back here, woman.” He says huskily. But when she places her hands on his chest, to hold herself away, he says, “What’s wrong, Alex. Did I hurt you?” He raises himself up on one elbow, looking at her intently, having no idea what she had heard.

“And who was that, Walker?” Her eyes are flashing, the softness gone.

He looks at her with complete bewilderment, “Who was who?” Getting more perplexed by the minute.

Who was that on the phone, Walker?” She stands and moves away from the couch, hands on her hips, staring at him with eyes that are starting to mist over.

“On the phone? I didn’t hear anyone on the phone. Alex, you’re not making any sense.”

She walks over to the answering machine and rewinds it. “I’m not making any sense? Listen to this Walker, and then you tell me I’m not making any sense.”

She turns the volume up to make sure he hears it. “Hi, are you going to be up early tomorrow morning to let me in? If not, I can let myself in with my key. Bye.” 

As he listens to the tape he starts laughing, “Oh, God.”

“What’s so funny, Walker. Who is she?” When he starts laughing, her eyes get dark with anger and her mouth hardens into a straight line.

“That is my housekeeper.”

Your housekeeper?”

“Yes, my housekeeper. You don’t think I keep this place clean myself, do you?” He stands and starts walking toward her with his arms reaching for her.

She backs away from him, holding her arms out to keep him away. “You expect me to believe you have a housekeeper that sounds like that?”

“Yes, Alex, I have a housekeeper that sounds exactly like that.” He is starting to get just a little aggravated with the way this is going. “As a matter of fact, you know her.”

I know her? I don’t know anyone that sounds like that, least of all a housekeeper!”

His voice grows softer, “Alex, would you listen to yourself? Do you really believe that I would have another woman on the side?” He watches her stance start to relax, and her face softens as her eyes start tearing up. “When I have the girl of my dreams right here, who already has my heart, who means more to me than anything in the world.” He walks up to her as she drops her arms down to her side, puts his hands on her shoulders and looks into her eyes, as the tears start running down her cheeks. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her tight against his chest, “Alex, honey, I love you, and only you. Don’t you know that?”

“Oh, Walker, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. When I heard that seductive voice on your machine, I just saw red.” She puts her arms around his waist and lays her head on his shoulder as the tears flow freely. “I’m so sorry. I never thought I would ever turn into a jealous woman.”

“Shh…Alex. Listen, hon, if the circumstances had been reversed, I might have reacted the same way.” He kisses her softly and brushes the tears from her eyes. “Come on, we have some unfinished business to take care of.” He turns and keeping his arm around her waist they start toward the stairs, flipping the light switch off as they walk out of the living room, leaving the house dark, except for a night light at the top of the stairs.

As they walk up the stairs, arm in arm, with her head resting against his, she murmurs softly, “You never did tell me your housekeepers name, darling.”

The End