Wednesday December 13th 2000
"Could I bring you anything else Sir?" the waiter asked after pouring the remainder of the wine from the bottle into Jan's wineglass.
No. No, we don't need anything else", Skeeter said in his slow southern accent picking up his glass of beer and taking a long drink.
"Maybe you should suggest that Tiffany go back to Georgia," Jan said taking a sip from her last glass of wine.
"I already did," he lied.
"Well I don't care where she goes as long as she isn't living in your apartment," Jan said her words slurring slightly from a full bottle of wine and a light lunch at the small Italian restaurant in Little Italy.
"I told you Baby, she ain't sleeping with me and she's leaving soon", he lied again.
"It better be soon, or…"
"Or what Baby," he said putting his hand under the tablecloth and touching her leg.
"I got you that job Skeeter and I don't want you making a fool out of me," she said realizing she would miss him if he went back to Tiffany. She never had a man in her life on a regular basis until Skeeter. She knew she was spoiled to the forbidden southerner.
"Nobody knows about us anyway," he said.
"That's not the point Skeeter. And Bob knows", she said referring to his manager.
"Bob knows?" he asked surprised that Jan would want someone to know she was seeing him.
"He doesn't know that we're intimate. He just knows I recommended you," she said.
"Did you call his office this morning?"
"I just thought I heard him say Jan during a telephone conversation and he seemed upset."
"I was talking to him. I was upset."
"Did it have anything to do with me?"
"No it was about his lease. Are you paranoid Skeeter?"
"I just need to know how close the two of you are…I mean have you been with him?"
"You mean like we are?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
"He's asked me out many times Skeeter, I don't mix business and pleasure," she lied. She had wished many times that Bob Alexander would ask her out.
"Okay. Just wondered".
"See how it feels. See how it feels to wonder if your lover is cheating?"
"Come on Jan. I'm not cheating. Baby I don't care anything about Tiffany".
"Then get her out and get a divorce."
"Do I have your promise on that Skeeter?"
"Yeah", he lied. "You feel better now?" he asked as his fingers rubbed the silky stocking on her thighs under the tablecloth.
"Stop Skeeter," she said smiling looking from side to side noticing that the waiter was approaching their table carrying a telephone.
"There's a phone call for you Miss Morgan. Would you like to take the call here?" the waiter asked looking at Jan.
"Yes," she said expecting the call.
"Who knows you're here?" Skeeter asked.
"No one. Only my secretary", she lied as the waiter placed the phone on the table beside her.
"Hello", she answered watching the waiter walk away.
"Do you want me to fire him when he comes back from lunch?" Bob asked.
"Let me think about it a little longer and get back you," she said to Skeeter's sales manager, Bob Alexander. She glanced down to be sure the tablecloth covered Skeeter's roaming hand as two businessmen took a seat at the table next to them.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.