“You suave devil,” she laughed, “I might consider trying.”
“Well there’s a bathroom over there,” he said nodding towards it.
She glanced over to the door, then looked back at CJ as he continued to smile at her. Was this still harmless flirting or was he genuinely asking her to do it?
“If you want to call scene now, that’s fine,” he whispered.
“Ah okay,” she breathed a sigh of relief, “For a moment I thought you meant it.”
“Of course not, you’ve done my confidence a few wonders already,” he said.
“Good,” she said, looking down at the underwear again, it really did look expensive.
“Could you just tell me what you’d do now if this were a real date?”
“Well…I think…” it had to cost more than the dress she was wearing, “Can you keep a secret?”
“To the death.”
Good God, was she seriously considering this?
“Do you swear never to tell my husband?” Did she mean Sandra’s husband or Graham?
“I swear.”
“Well, why don’t I show you what I’d do?” She grabbed her glass and drained it of wine, then got up from the table with the underwear in her hand. Then walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
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Fuck! How had this happened? Was this her fault? She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror and splashed cold water on her face, trying to clear her thoughts and still her racing mind. In the charged atmosphere at the dinner table this just felt like the next step in a naughty game of chicken, but here in front of the sink the reality of it was hitting her. She wasn’t seriously considering stripping down into some skimpy underwear and letting her boss ogle her was she?
But she was. She’d been enjoying herself all evening and she was genuinely thinking about doing exactly that. Maybe it was the clandestine nature of the night, or the fact that pretending to be a bad girl was more enjoyable than she’d expected, but CJ had left her feeling incredibly sexy and she didn’t want that to end yet.
After a few minutes she’d made up her mind. She’d do it. He’d only had sex with one woman so if she stood in front of him undressed like this, he’d probably go off instantly anyway. She’d give him something to wank about for years and then go home with her head held high and her marriage vows intact. She was playing a tease sure, but that was all. He was expecting her to say ‘and scene’ at any moment, he was pushing her and she didn’t want to be the first to give in. It was a game of chicken and she wanted to win.
Resigning herself to this, she unzipped the back of her dress and wriggled it down past her hips, then stepped out of it and left it puddled on the floor. She paused again, took a few deep breaths to try and still her beating heart, then stripped off her own underwear and stood there, naked but for her high heels. She looked at the lingerie again and rolled it through her hands, the fabric was very thin and delicate and if it had been designed for Gemma, she’d almost certainly spill out of it. She might retain more modesty by walking out naked but it wasn’t like that was an option, so before she could think about it any further, she quickly pulled the lingerie on. She didn’t want to dwell long enough to talk herself out of it.
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