Serious interpretations welcomed to help ensure clarity of theme: What is it that the woman is wanting most?
“Access”
She watched as her own shaking hand turned the key, unlocking the door that led to him. She willed the trembling to stop. He would hate it, after all, if he sensed her desire too soon. If he saw her need. So, as she always did while with him, she pushed it down. For the moment, at least. She stepped into the warm glow of the apartment’s entryway and heard him in his office, making his words, putting them together for the pleasure of everyone except her. “Ah, you are done, huh? How was he?”
He always danced with her this way.
It was the thing she hated the most about him. He was the only one, however, who could do this for her, who could see her for everything she really was. Though he would never be so artless as to say it. “He was fine.”
He turned around in his chair, facing her direction, looking straight through her. She averted her eyes for a nearly imperceptible second before meeting his gaze. “Come on now. You know you’ll need to do better than that. Tell me how he really was. How did you enjoy him?”