Truth

message: I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU! TAKE A TAXI TO BOSTON HARBOR HOTEL. THERE’S A PACKAGE FOR YOU AT THE FRONT DESK -- Smiley face.
    It was funny how a colon and half of a parentheses could bring a smile to Derek’s face, but it did.
     
    At the front desk of the Boston Harbor Hotel, Derek retrieved his mysterious envelope and tipped the concierge. He surveyed the contents of the envelope: a key to suite 523 and a beautifully scribed note: Come see your surprise.
    His enthusiasm amplified with each step of this faux clandestine encounter.
    Opening the door to suite 523, he beheld his something special leaning against the wall, illuminated by candles. Scattered near the sketched self-portrait of his beautiful naked wife and through the suite’s sitting room were thousands of rose petals. If the petals didn’t indicate his directed path the assortment of lacy under garments at each two step intervals did. Following the erotic GPS, Derek found his beautiful wife, dressed exactly as she was in the sketch, lying upon a large four poster bed. The candles provided a sweet sexy fragrance combined with the perfect flickering glow.
    In mere seconds Derek was dressed to match – or rather undressed .
     
    Hours later, wearing thick hotel robes, they settled onto the intimate dining table on the balcony of their suite. Boston Harbor’s lights glimmered in the cool spring night air. Sophia surveyed the feast before her as she felt her husband’s gentle fingers lift her long disheveled hair and his lips kiss her exposed neck. Despite the warm terrycloth, goose bumps appeared on her arms and long slender legs. She closed her eyes, as a purr escaped her lips.
    His warm breath bathed her ear as Derek whispered, “I love my surprise.”
    Sophia’s smile radiated her entire face. “Good, I’m glad. I’ve missed you.”
    “ I’ve missed you, too.”
    “ Tell me about your job prospect; I promise I’m listening.” Her toe wandered up his warm leg.
    “ Hmmm, I think you’re trying to distract me.”
    Sophia beamed, “No, I think, if I wanted to distract you, I could.”
    Derek’s cheeks rose, as admiration radiated from his gaze. Without a doubt, if there was one thing Sophia was good at doing, it was distracting him. Actually she was good at many things. Beholding her now, hair beautifully tousled and wearing only a white robe, he prayed being understanding was among her list of attributes. “The company is one of the biggest players out there. They have potential to be even bigger.”
    “ And you want it?”
    Derek looked down. This was easier on the phone, not seeing her beautiful trusting eyes before him. “I do.”
    “ Then tell them yes .”
    “ But, what about us? What about living arrangements? Travel?”
    Sophia left her food untouched, fell to her knees, and sat back on her heels before her husband. “I love you. Did you say I could stay in Provincetown and you’d be there every weekend?”
    “ Yes, unless...”
    “ Unless you need to be out of the country.”
    “ Yes.”
    “ Where will you live during the week?”
    “ I guess I’ll have an apartment or condo in Santa Clara.” He smoothed her blonde hair. This was going so much better than he’d expected.
    Sophia continued, “And didn’t you say they offered you transportation back and forth?”
    “ Yes, but that’s a lot of time apart.”
    She lifted herself to encircle his neck. “If you want this, if it’s your dream, and if we’ll be able to afford both homes, I can travel too. I can spend some of my weeks in Santa Clara and some weekends too. We can both spend time in Provincetown. I can paint, draw, and sketch -- anywhere.”
    Derek dropped his head to hers, sighing audibly. “I didn’t think you’d take it this well.” She kissed his cheek. He asked, “You’d be willing to travel?”
    “ I’m willing to do whatever I need to do, to be with you.”
    “ I anticipate long hours, during the week.”
    “ Have you ever known me to shy away from late nights, or early mornings?” Sophia asked with a sultry smirk.
    Derek smiled, “Late nights no, early mornings -- not really your thing.”
    “ So, I’ll just consider early mornings to be later nights. It all blends together. Besides, if you’re some big wig, you need a wife by your side.”
    He lifted her body as he stood. “Mrs. Burke, you’re right, as always.” His hands began to roam under the thick robe as his lips found the place where her neck and shoulders met,