I could tell that the new of Mrs. Parsons also being up here for the weekend had disturbed the young lady a great deal. Based on that reaction, it wasn't hard to tell that the woman who tasered my a.s.s just a short while ago was David Parsons' mistress. Not that I could blame him, as this Megan chick was a very attractive looking young lady. Big time emphasis on young, because she looked to be at least a few years under thirty, which would make Parsons at least fifteen years older than her, maybe even twenty. Meagan was slender, frail like a flower, and had a nice tush a.s.s that told me all I needed to know why she was so sought after by powerful men. Yet she was also tough, as her ability to taser my into unconsciousness would tell anyone. My body still ached from that, but there was no way I wasn't going to use that experience in a future book. I like to share my pains with my readers, so this would be no different.

I could tell the news of Mrs. Parsons hosting of this event rattled the young lady a great deal. I was pretty sure the two women had ever met, and Meagan pretty much never wanted to ever occur. She kept to herself and was unsure how to respond to that information. Instead she retreated into the kitchen, and made a pot of tea. I followed her in and watched as she put it together, not even asking if I wanted a cup. I could tell as she was making the pot that she knew where everything was, almost as if she had been living her for quite a while, which led me to believe that she visited here often. I suspect most of those visits were private ones with David. I knew this had the potential to blow up in everyone's face if I didn't hand it correctly.

As I took a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, I watched with amus.e.m.e.nt as she also dug around the cupboards to get the flavor of tea that she preferred.

"What?" Meagan said, as she noticed that I was watching.

"Nothing important," I said, looking rather amused. "I'm not noticing how familiar you are with the kitchen. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that you lived here."

"Is that so?" Meagan said, taking as a compliment more than a slight.

"That is so," I concurred, "Which tells me this affair has been going on for years."

"What do you have to call it that?" Meagan asked.

"Because that's what it is," I replied, "You are sleeping with a married man, so what do you think I should call it?"

"Fair enough," Meagan said, gesturing to the pot. "Did you want a cup?"

"Considering the headache I have, it's the least you could do," I replied and then paused, "Yes, Please."

"Sorry about that," Meagan said, "For tasing you that is. I'm not used to other people being here and you scared me."

"I get it," I said, trying to not be such an jerk. "I might have done the same in your shoes. Taser first and ask questions later. It still hurt though, but I get it."

"This should help," Meagan said, handing a cup of hot tea over the counter.

"Thank you," I said, accepting her modest offering. "I wish we had some food."

"We do," Meagan corrected me, "I brought it with me. I usually bring food when I come over. This time I grabbed a few sushi platters from David's favorite place."

"Oh," I said, looking rather surprised. "I like sushi."

"Well, we might as well." Meagan said, smiling back. "This is what I get for trying to surprise the man. I thought he sounded rather stressed."

"He is," I agreed, "Just not for the reason you thought. He was probably stressed about this weekend and naming a new executive. This whole trip was an extended job interview for the newly and highly coveted position."

"Oh, one of those getaways." Meagan said, "So what are you here for then?"

"Support I suppose," I answered, "And I also think the Parsons wanted to meet the significant others so that they can make sure home life doesn't interfere with the new job."

"Interesting approach," Meagan confessed, "Seems rather underhanded."

"Just a tad," I agreed.

"I'll be right back," Meagan said, as she left the kitchen. She came back moments later carrying two small boxes that I can only assume were the sushi platters.

"Whoa," I said, as she put them down, "That's a fair bit of sushi."

"Well, we usually eat them over the course of the weekend." Meagan answered, "So we'll share this one and stash the other in the fridge."

"Sounds good to me," I said, looking at the platter as she opened the box. "Looks nice."

"It's expensive," Meagan said, "But I put it on David's card."

"What a guy," I said, grabbing a piece and popping it into my mouth. It was f.u.c.k.i.n.g amazing. I know I should feel bad eating his food, but the piece of shit is sleeping around on his wife so he'll have bigger fish to fry when he gets back with the gang.

"So let's start over," Meagan said, "My name is Meagan Peters."

"Joshua Packard," I said, quickly tossing another piece of sushi in my mouth.

"That's cool," Meagan said, "Any relation to the writer J.R. Packard?"

"Are you a fan?" I asked, curious to why she had asked.

"Oh yes!" Meagan said, quite excitedly, "I've read all his books. I'm halfway through his newest hardcover right now, and it's in my bag. I usually do some reading when David does any work during our weekends."

"I see," I said, amused by the irony of the moment. "Do you know what J.R. stands for?"

"I remember hearing it somewhere," Meagan said, "But I forget."

"I can help with that," I said, smiling back at her. "It's Joshua Robert."

"Excuse me?" Meagan said, as the info was taking a while to set in.

"I'm J.R. Packard," I informed her, "You just tasered your favorite writer."