When she and her girlfriends used to talk about boys they'd never let into their pants, Mike was always at the top of her list. He was too much of a player, his ego bigger than anyone's she'd ever met, and she didn't want to be another notch on a headboard. She was the one that made the notches. But, like so many other girls before her, it didn't take much more than one of his cocky half smiles and a glimpse at those amazing blue eyes, and she found herself falling for his charms.
She never expected them to last more than a few weeks, much less get married. They were so different. On paper, they just didn't work. She was from a wealthy family whose idea of a good time was vacationing in France, and Mike grew up in a trailer on the "bad" side of town. He was a heavy drinker and had some anger issues just under the surface, and Dahlia was prone to sudden and intense depression. And yet, for the most part, they were happy. They had their rough patches like any married couple, but they were short lived.
"Hit the nail on the head," she said, sliding easily into the hands on her hips. Even after all these years, she still thought Mike was the best kisser she'd ever encountered, and that was saying quite a bit. "I told her we had plans tonight." They'd put the ad on Craigslist just two nights before. It was a first for them, but when they both decided they needed something to spice things up, it was the logical next step. "I didn't tell her what they were, of course. She's convinced that everyone on Craigslist is some kind of serial killer."
Not only that, but she doubted her mother would be thrilled by the thought of them bringing in another woman. It was only for a single night. No strings attached, something they made very, very clear in the ad. "She's coming over at 8, right? Do I look alright? I'm kind of nervous."