scream of joy.
* * *
Gayle placed herself deliberately between Harold and the foot of the stairs. In an attempt to appear casual about the stance, she smiled at him and tried to think of an appropriate conversation opener. She had silently selected and discounted half a dozen before the urgency of the situation made her blurt the first thing to cross her mind.
‘I’ve barely seen you in the office for the past few months.’
Harold frowned. ‘We were talking yesterday,’ he reminded her. ‘That was when I gave you the invitation to this soirée.’
She gave an embarrassed smile and coughed apologetically. ‘I meant before that,’ she told him. ‘Where have you been hiding yourself?’
He looked away and made no attempt to disguise his sigh of exasperation. When he eventually answered her question, Gayle realised his gaze was fixed on the stairs behind her. As she watched him, she knew he was mentally tracing a route along the galleried landing towards his bedroom.
It was the same route Robyn had taken.
‘Because I only relied on your secretarial services while I was between PAs,’ Harold began, ‘it shouldn’t come as any surprise that we no longer see one another in the office.’
His eyes shone with defiance as he dared her to challenge this remark.
‘Of course. You have Sheridan now,’ Gayle remembered. ‘How could I forget her? That hair is so distinctive.’ She could have added that everything about Sheridan was distinctive but she suspected Harold was already aware of Sheridan’s many charms. Snatching at another conversational gambit she asked, ‘How’s Sheridan shaping up?’
This time Harold’s sigh was heavier. ‘Sheridan is shaping up very nicely, thank you,’ he replied. ‘Not only does she have the ability to spell correctly, she also allows me to visit the bathroom when I need to pee.’
Gayle tried to look surprised by her own foolishness but she couldn’t manage the expression with any conviction.
‘I’m sorry,’ she gushed. ‘I didn’t realise you wanted to get past me. You should have said. I just thought we were …’
She left the rest of her sentence unspoken as Harold pushed her to one side and began marching up the stairs.
He climbed four steps. The angry set of his body caused each footfall to pound as he moved away from her. Gayle could see he was an irresistible force heading to meet an immovable object, a spark waiting to set something alight. She suspected Harold finding Robyn in bed with Dominic could be sufficiently incendiary to create a terrible and devastating explosion.
With one last hope of saving the situation, Gayle called his name.
‘Harold!’
He stopped and turned to glower down at her. His frown was an unspoken question.
Panicked by the sudden need to say something, Gayle said the first thing that popped into her head. ‘Is my spelling really that bad?’
He didn’t bother replying. He simply turned his back on her and continued to march up the stairs towards the closed door of his bedroom.
* * *
There was an instant where Robyn thought she had heard someone call Harold’s name. But she couldn’t be certain. The sound came from a million miles away, muffled and muted by the layers of faux-suede that now surrounded her head. Not bothering to waste time on what was obviously a figment of her imagination, she concentrated on Dominic and his hungry mouth.
His tongue slid viciously against the lips of her sex.
Excitement had already made her wet but now she could feel her hole dripping with a strong, syrupy need. She yearned to pull his mouth away and have his body press against hers. But she didn’t allow herself to give in to that urge. The thrill he evoked in her clitoris was far too great for her to stop him.
Between her legs Dominic grunted with animal passion as he lapped wetly at her sex. She caressed the back of his neck, grinning broadly to herself. A rush of pleasure built in her body and she prepared
* * *
Gayle placed herself deliberately between Harold and the foot of the stairs. In an attempt to appear casual about the stance, she smiled at him and tried to think of an appropriate conversation opener. She had silently selected and discounted half a dozen before the urgency of the situation made her blurt the first thing to cross her mind.
‘I’ve barely seen you in the office for the past few months.’
Harold frowned. ‘We were talking yesterday,’ he reminded her. ‘That was when I gave you the invitation to this soirée.’
She gave an embarrassed smile and coughed apologetically. ‘I meant before that,’ she told him. ‘Where have you been hiding yourself?’
He looked away and made no attempt to disguise his sigh of exasperation. When he eventually answered her question, Gayle realised his gaze was fixed on the stairs behind her. As she watched him, she knew he was mentally tracing a route along the galleried landing towards his bedroom.
It was the same route Robyn had taken.
‘Because I only relied on your secretarial services while I was between PAs,’ Harold began, ‘it shouldn’t come as any surprise that we no longer see one another in the office.’
His eyes shone with defiance as he dared her to challenge this remark.
‘Of course. You have Sheridan now,’ Gayle remembered. ‘How could I forget her? That hair is so distinctive.’ She could have added that everything about Sheridan was distinctive but she suspected Harold was already aware of Sheridan’s many charms. Snatching at another conversational gambit she asked, ‘How’s Sheridan shaping up?’
This time Harold’s sigh was heavier. ‘Sheridan is shaping up very nicely, thank you,’ he replied. ‘Not only does she have the ability to spell correctly, she also allows me to visit the bathroom when I need to pee.’
Gayle tried to look surprised by her own foolishness but she couldn’t manage the expression with any conviction.
‘I’m sorry,’ she gushed. ‘I didn’t realise you wanted to get past me. You should have said. I just thought we were …’
She left the rest of her sentence unspoken as Harold pushed her to one side and began marching up the stairs.
He climbed four steps. The angry set of his body caused each footfall to pound as he moved away from her. Gayle could see he was an irresistible force heading to meet an immovable object, a spark waiting to set something alight. She suspected Harold finding Robyn in bed with Dominic could be sufficiently incendiary to create a terrible and devastating explosion.
With one last hope of saving the situation, Gayle called his name.
‘Harold!’
He stopped and turned to glower down at her. His frown was an unspoken question.
Panicked by the sudden need to say something, Gayle said the first thing that popped into her head. ‘Is my spelling really that bad?’
He didn’t bother replying. He simply turned his back on her and continued to march up the stairs towards the closed door of his bedroom.
* * *
There was an instant where Robyn thought she had heard someone call Harold’s name. But she couldn’t be certain. The sound came from a million miles away, muffled and muted by the layers of faux-suede that now surrounded her head. Not bothering to waste time on what was obviously a figment of her imagination, she concentrated on Dominic and his hungry mouth.
His tongue slid viciously against the lips of her sex.
Excitement had already made her wet but now she could feel her hole dripping with a strong, syrupy need. She yearned to pull his mouth away and have his body press against hers. But she didn’t allow herself to give in to that urge. The thrill he evoked in her clitoris was far too great for her to stop him.
Between her legs Dominic grunted with animal passion as he lapped wetly at her sex. She caressed the back of his neck, grinning broadly to herself. A rush of pleasure built in her body and she prepared
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