by Tessa Wanton
Charles Black wasn’t enjoying Himself one bit as he sat back in his uncomfortable hotel bar chair, absently watching his colleagues dance. He took a large swig of his drink to aid in the swift passing of the night. The bitter taste of the cheap liquor this particular hostelry was masquerading as whiskey jarred his taste buds and he grimaced in response; it certainly wasn’t a brand he would have chosen, given any other option. Bored by the drunken show continuing a few feet away, he considered that he should have gone to bed hours ago. But it was not to be. He was the boss at his company’s away-day conference and so he had to stay for the sake of appearances. Checking his watch only served to frustrate him further. Five minutes had passed since he had checked last. He sighed.
Draining the last drop of whiskey from his glass, he stood and walked over to the bar, it was definitely time to change tipple, perhaps they had a good beer on tap or bottled lagers; surely they couldn’t get that wrong. Much to his relief, they did have a decent range, and eager to retain at least some semblance of a clear head for the closing of the conference tomorrow, he ordered a Peroni and hopped up onto a bar stool. It was then that she caught his eye.
Louise was an enthusiastic, early 20’s intern that they had hired with a view of training up through the agency side of the business. She was a stunning curvy brunette and they had thought that if she were to show aspiring city boys around their potential new bachelor pads, they would be putty in her hands when it came to signing on the dotted line. She knew it. She already had a group of followers within all ranks of the business and she handled her admirers delightfully, never hurting them or being cruel, never crushing their hopes and desires. Instead, she expertly stoked their passions, turning them into raging fires of lust. It was clear she enjoyed the attention, but she never dated any of them or took it any further. He had also noted with a certain curious amusement that she always attentively watched his every movement within the office and it pleased him that she showed initiative to impress the boss. That she would go far in this business was evident, however it wasn’t what caught his eye this evening. She was watching him as usual, but the looks she passed his way were enquiring, licentious perhaps, it was definitely something that piqued his interest and created unexpected stirrings within him.
An image flashed in his mind’s eye, his arms around her neat waist, pulling her closely to him, her palms flat on his chest as she looked up invitingly into his eyes, leaning in oh-so-slowly to kiss her youthful, cherry lips... He shook his head. He was married and had desperately been trying to cope with the loss of love in the relationship for quite some time. They had been married twenty years and had three wonderful children, but when they left home, she had fallen to bits. Their once very active sex life had dissolved into naught as the medicine prescribed for her clinical depression had stripped her libido. At first she lamented the loss also, trying different tablets to see if one would revitalize her, but now she resigned herself to her fate and Charles was left frustrated and bereft, and with a deep, growing need that was aching to be sated. A need, which right now, the bright blue eyes of the bewitching Louise were inviting him to sate with her. But, he had resisted many before now and he would resist many more like her, even with the beguiling charms and ripe youth she had in her battalion of weapons. That was, if he was reading her sultry looks correctly. He could simply be projecting his desires with the aid of alcoholic lubrication. Either way, it wasn’t going to happen. He wistfully remembered his love for his wife, and the crumpled expression on her face as she pleaded with him for help, for guidance, for his unfaltering loyalty and love.
Making eye contact with Louise, he gave her a half smile to indicate that he knew she was watching him and hoped that he successfully conveyed ‘I’m flattered little girl, but you’re not bedding the boss’. Eventually losing the battle between propriety and boredom, Charles left his remaining beer on the bar and stood to leave. An early night wasn’t going to be an issue now. He’d put in an appearance, and he could check his emails and enjoy a peaceful coffee without any further disturbance. Looking back over the room of reveling employees, he smiled as his eyes alighted once more on the feisty brunette, throwing her head back and laughing heartily with one of the more eligible bachelors from his South London office. It seems he didn’t have anything to worry about after all.
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