“Any better?” She asked, smiling.
“Not bad.” He said as nonchalantly as he could manage. She shook her head and smiled as she got to her feet. After slipping on her dress and making herself as presentable as possible she made her way to the door.
“Remember to keep this to yourself,” she warned him.
“Talking of memory,” he said, smiling, “haven’t you forgotten something?” She caught the pawn he tossed in her direction. The oversight made her blush deeply as she left the office.
“Look, on the table,” she told Andrew as he came into the kitchen that evening. “I’ve got it.”
He looked over and saw the shiny black pawn. He praised her, told her how well she’d done and wanted to hear all the details. Laura felt intrigued by the change in him, was his passion for her subjugation recently acquired or something long repressed? A year ago she would never have dreamed of having an affair, but then again it wasn’t an affair was it, affairs were secretive and destructive, whatever they were doing was turning out to be quite the opposite. Nobody was condemning her for her behaviour or rebuking her pleasure, perhaps she had hidden things too well.
After Andrew heard the full story of what she had been subjected to he reminded her that she could still put a stop to the whole thing. The thought of doing so hadn’t crossed her mind, and worse, she was beginning to loath having that option. She told him that she still wanted to see it through.
“Well in that case,” he said. “I’ll call Amelia, she was keen to speak with me tonight.”
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