Page 54 of Pyg

Noise rose as the ladies gathered their things and started filing out. Alice shuffled the papers back into the file and picked up her notebook.

“Thank you for today, Alice. We couldn’t have done it without you. You are joining us for dinner, aren’t you?” Fran’s red lips twisted into a sultry smile, her dark eyes simmering with a look that brought heat to Alice’s cheeks.

Alice cleared her throat. “Er, yes, please, that’d be great.” She glanced down at the pen in her hand. “Oh, and thanks for this. I wish I could say I’m not normally that disorganised, but…”

Fran grinned, her fingers brushing Alice’s as she took the proffered pen. That tiny connection sent a charge right through her, and the intensity flickering in Fran’s eyes said she’d felt it too.

With a tap of Fran’s elbow, a pointy-faced woman in a powder-blue skirt suit snatched their attention. Fran looked startled, but with a fixed smile, she spun around. “Harriet, what can I do for you?”

As Harriet reeled off a list, Alice took her leave. Somehow, she navigated her way back to her room. Once inside, she kicked off her heels and collapsed onto the bed, her heart cantering and thoughts swimming with Francesca Dalton.What a woman!Everything Alice wanted to be —and do.

Fuck.Stop it, she’s your boss’s wife. Only to be admired from a safe distance.

With no time for a soak in the bath, Alice freshened up with a cool shower. As she lathered the luxurious soap onto her body, her mind teased her with thoughts of Fran, the cold water proving ineffective against the heat pooling between her thighs. She retouched her makeup and decided to wear her little black cocktail dress. She’d been in two minds when packing it and brought two backup outfits just in case, but it was the perfect dress to impress Fran, even though she shouldn’t have been thinking like that.

The opulent decor of The Madison Suite shimmered in the swaying candlelight. A waiter showed Alice to a seat at the currently unoccupied side of the table, returning moments later to pour her a glass of Champagne. The other ladies already seated didn’t acknowledge her arrival, or perhaps they hadn’t noticed. Either way, they chatted amongst themselves, and Alice fidgeted in her chair. She fought the impulse to pull out her phone; instead, she glanced around the room to take in the decadent surroundings. She held a sip of Champagne in her mouth, enjoying the bubbles fizzing on her tongue as she examined the oil painting above the fireplace. It featured a semi-naked woman on a chaise longue clutching a swan in an intimate embrace.

“Do you like it?” Fran’s husky, honeyed voice ripped Alice’s attention from the painting. Alice turned, drinking in the older woman. Fran was wearing a dark green jumpsuit which fitted and flowed in all the right places over her toned body.

“Er, yeah. It’s… interesting.”

“It’s Leda and the Swan. A controversial piece, but I find some of the depictions, particularly this one, quite… erotic.”

Alice swallowed, her suddenly dry mouth thirsting for more Champagne, as Fran took the seat next to her.

Before long, all the empty seats filled, and the food service commenced. Each delicious course was served with a flight of wine. After the third, the edges of the room started to blur, and Alice had long since tuned out of the various conversations around her. Under the table, something warm and soft brushed against her thigh, snapping her back to her senses.

What the —she glanced at Fran, whose head was turned in conversation with the woman to her right.Perhaps it was an accident.

Oh —the brushing fingers were now tracing circles on her knee, causing tiny explosions to erupt under her skin. Alice poured a glass of water and gulped it down as Fran’s hand rode up her leg.

Oh fuck.

Alice clenched the napkin spread on her lap. Should she push Fran’s hand away? She really didn’t want to,but —

Before she could decide, Fran gripped the tender flesh at the top of her leg, her fingers sinking into Alice’s skin and treading the thin line between pleasure and pain. Alice gasped. No one seemed to notice, and Fran’s hand came to rest inches from her now-drenched underwear. Any closer and Fran would know just how aroused she was.

Heat rose up Alice’s neck and into her cheeks.

“Excuse me, I need to get some air,” Alice said to no one in particular.

With her heartbeat drumming in her ears, Alice stood, and Fran’s hand subtly fell away. Fran didn’t even look around, but laughed loudly as she touched the forearm of the woman next to her.

Much like Alice’s arrival, no one seemed to notice her departure. She stepped outside into a cool evening breeze that carried the scents of honeysuckle and lavender. Alice blinked hard —no, I’m not that drunk, and yes, that really just happened.

She glanced over her shoulder, half-hoping that Fran had followed her outside and was on her way to finish what she’d started. But there was no Fran.

To return now would look like she was going back for more, and whilst she was keen to resolve the ache between her legs, there was a time and a place, and perhaps her boss’s wife wouldn’t be the wisest of conquests. Alice decided to call it a night and meandered back to her room. She drained a glass of cold water and started to undress as a knock came at the door. Alice’s chest lurched, because she didn’t need to open it to know who stood on the other side.

To open the door would be to invite her in, and to invite her in would be to accept everything that was coming to her.Fuck.

Alice shrugged her dress back on and made her choice.

Behind the door, Fran stood with an uncorked bottle of Champagne and two empty flutes held by the stems.

“Well, you left in a hurry. Something I did?” She flashed a wicked smile and tongued her top lip.

Alice gulped as desire ripped through her. “I, er, think you know what you?—”

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