Graham spooned Amy, one arm around her. “That was great,” he murmured.
Commemorating a business deal by shagging your assistant in a bland hotel bedroom. “Good.”
“Tired, and things on my mind. Argued with my mum yesterday. Today’s meeting was intense.”
“We got what we wanted.”
We got exactly what they wanted, but your fat bonus is safe. “They were tough negotiators.”
“We celebrated in style.”
I let you hump me again. “Let’s go down to the restaurant, I’m hungry.”
He held out a gift box. “Thought you’d look great in this.”
It was a white silk camisole. “Gorgeous, I’ll wear it to dinner.” She pulled her panties and dark skirt back on, then the camisole. Wow, feels fab on my nipples. Should keep him distracted.
Graham cleared his throat. “I’ve been asked to run the Bristol office.”
She swallowed. “Great opportunity.”
“Fancy following me?”
She checked her reflection in the mirror. “Your wife?”
“I’ll leave her. Maybe a new start?”
Not the one I’m looking for. “She’d fight. It’d be painful.”
“Far less travelling.”
I like knowing you’re cheating on that sour-faced bitch when we fuck. She forced a natural smile. “Let’s eat. I’ll think about it.”
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