==========Chapter 11 - Something New==========I managed to go a week and a half before Mr. Stroker said something about having to talk with me. I knew itwas about how I was acting. Not that I wanted him to realize that anything had truly changed. I did everything Iwas suppose to. I cleaned, I cooked, I did the wash, my weekly shopping trip, I carried out his dry cleaning andpicked it up on time. We still had sex as often as he wanted, I just tried to stay as emotionally detached as Icould. I didn't hate him, or think any less of him, I just told myself that I had to step back a bit. Take a longerlook at him and really get to know him. This included visiting him at the office to try to have lunch with him. Tosee how he acted around other people. How he acted under stress and all that.More times than not, I just ended up hearing him talk about work over the phone with someone, before hecanceled on me. But I was never upset. For some reason I liked sitting in the same room with him as we bothdid some form of work.“David,” I heard someone call.“Yes Sir,” I said as I raised my head to see who had called me. It was Mr. Stroker.
He wanted to talk tome about something. We stood between the kitchen and living room as I waited to hear what he had to say.“Are you ok with this Sunday for going to get your suit?” he asked me. I blinked.“My suit?” I asked him to make sure I heard right.“You don't remember?” Mr. Stroker asked me with a slightly odd look on his face. I started to think about it.“Don't bother remembering,” he said as he reached out to hug me. I started to lean into him before I caughtmyself and stiffened for a second before letting him pull me closer. “One less thing for me to apologize for,” hesaid with something of a laugh in his voice before kissing my forehead.“So what time this Sunday?” I asked him as I tried to see if I had time to do the wash before we left or if it couldwait until we got back. I tried to move out of his grip before I ended up laying my head on his chest andlistening to his voice. I had to be a bit more forceful than I wanted, but he did eventually let me go. I felt hiseyes on me as I moved into the kitchen and started to clean up. I was on my third plate when I heard himstarting to talk again.“I made an appointment for two pm,” he continued. I'm sure he was watching me as I continued to wash thedishes. “Are you alright?” he asked a few minutes later.“I'm fine,” I told him. “Just a little tired,” I added on. It wasn't a complete lie. I had a long day and it was hardfighting myself to not enjoy the closeness that we really had not that long ago.“Will you be able to spear three hours for the fitting,” Mr. Stroker asked from his side of the room.“Three hours?” I asked as I paused to look in his direction.“Yeah, it takes a while to make a suit from scratch,” he tells me.