Two Men

Five minutes later, I slip back into my seat, Stewart barely pausing in a lengthy explanation of market trends and their expected impact. But I feel his eyes on me, see the casual glance at his watch. “Impressive,” he murmurs, tugging my hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my knuckle. “I take it you are taken care of?”

I feel drugged, heady with the release and the knowledge of what I have just done. “Until tonight,” I whisper.

“Oh, have no doubt,” he says, staring into my eyes. “You will need every bit of energy for it.”

I hide a grin behind a long sip of champagne, turning when I feel a soft hand on my arm.

“My wife tells me you sell books,” the man says, a polite smile on his face. “Tell me, what authors do you enjoy?”

I smile politely, responding to the man, and feel the rough heat of Stewart’s hand, sliding up my dress, and hear his intake of breath when he finds my lack of panties.

My wet dress feels like an ice pack by the time we stumble, shivering, up the steps to our