"Mr. Pai!" Vamsi tried to sound stern, but dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Drake started and glanced nervously between the two. "Marissa! You're back!" he said dumbly.
"Wow, I'm glad I didn't opt for the lingerie!" Marissa said awkwardly. Was it her or did Drake's assistant's eyes just narrow?
Drake nervously laughed. "Oh yeah... that would've been..." Helplessly he trailed off.
Drake shook his head. "No, umm... no messages!"
Marissa was starting to feel ridiculous. This was like a bad dream. "Oh. Well..." Brightening, she said, "Well, I made dinner! Umm... would..." she motioned towards Vamsi.
Drake paused a long moment waiting for Marissa to continue until he realized he'd never introduced them. God! What a mess! "Oh! Um, Marissa, this is my assistant, Vamsi. Vamsi, this is... my... umm... Marissa."
Marissa nodded towards the other women. "Well, Vamsi, would you like to stay for dinner?"
Marissa told herself not to jump to conclusions as they headed towards the kitchen.
Drake nodded. "Oh, of course. Let me go talk to her."
Marissa watched as Drake leaned close and whispered to Vamsi, who shot over angry look a time or two. Finally, Vamsi turned on her heel and huffed off.
Drake found Marissa crying in bed after he trudged up the stairs. He knew he had some explaining to do. Settling down next to Marissa, he explained that he & Vamsi had worked on a project after hours and had gotten close. Just recently it had become physical.
Vamsi made a face at Marissa and turned towards Drake.
Drake glanced around and led her to the garage to talk.
"What is it, Vamsi?" he asked angrily. "It's my wedding night, if you couldn't tell."
Drake pushed her away. "What are you doing, Vamsi? It's over!"
Turning, he started towards the door.
"I just thought it might change your mind..." Vamsi hedged.
"You're pregnant? When did you find out?"
Vamsi shrugged. "I've known. And now I've told you!"
"Oh please, like that would've changed your mind! You have your little saintly wife by your side! You don't need to dirty yourself with your cliched dirty mistress!"
Drake shook his head. "It wasn't like that... I... cared... about you. But, I love Marissa."
"That's not good enough!" she'd cried before running from the house.
Marissa breathed a sigh of relief.
Marissa blew out an exasperated breath. "You're not helping Gloria!"
Marissa hung her head.
"Or gay," Gloria added.
Despite the situation, Marissa found herself laughing and threw a pillow at her sister. She'd rather laugh than cry any day....
It should've been easy, Marissa thought. Just ask him if he's having an affair. So many times the words hovered on her lips, but she was too scared to ask.
Maybe if she tried harder... she thought sadly.
But nothing seemed to break through the shell he'd put up around him.
"What do you mean?" Drake asked.
"Are you having an affair?" she demanded again.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Yes or no. Are you having an affair?!"
Tears sprang to her eyes. "You can't even answer me!" Taking a steadying breath, she announced, "I'm going to stay at my sister's for awhile. We can discuss this later."
"Your sister?" Drake sputtered. "Marissa, let's talk about this!" he said as he trailed behind her.
"The time to talk is through," she'd told him before she left. "I just need time to think."