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Lauren looked around the cosy living room, the warmth from the open fire making her feel a little drowsy. Outside the wind and rain lashed the windows and she shivered at the thought of walking through the winter evening to her car.To her left the door opened and Peter walked in carrying a box file. ‘This is the last one,’ he said, placing it on the table. ‘Don’t worry, it’s not full.’They had been working together on his company’s accounts for a couple of weeks, but up until today they had always worked in his office. She wasn’t sure why she had agreed to come to his house, she told herself that it was to facilitate him not having to bring the last of the paperwork into the office, but deep down she thought it was because she was excited by his company. She would never admit that to herself of course being a married woman and there was no way she would act upon it, she felt guilty enough just having come to his house. She wasn’t completely sure if Peter liked her in that way, she didn’t always have the best eye for when men thought she was attractive. Being brought up in a large house in a tiny village in the middle of the English countryside hadn’t really prepared her for meeting boys and dating, and given that she had married the first boy she’d kissed at her private school, her dating record over her 25 years was very short.Peter sat next to her on the couch and opened the file – Lauren stifled a yawn.‘We can leave this last one until next week’’ Peter said, looking over at her.‘No, we only have these to go through and we’re finished,’ she replied in her clipped accent, a cross between Emily Blunt and Keira Knightly. Peter nodded and opened the box.Half an hour later Lauren had entered all the information into her accounts package.‘Finished,’ she said, dutifully shutting down her laptop and softly closing the screen.‘Finally,’ Peter said, stretching his shoulders. ‘Can I get you a drink? I have a couple of beers in the fridge. But you look more like a fine wine girl to me and I’m afraid I don’t have any of that.’‘No thank you,’ Lauren replied, a little annoyed at his presumption.‘Oh c’mon, I think we deserve a drink after all the work we’ve done over the last two weeks.’Lauren sighed. ‘Fine. Just a cup of tea for me. Thank you.’Peter rolled his eyes and smiled, standing up to leave. Lauren caught herself watching him walk out the door – there was no doubt he was attractive, but he was a little too rough around the edges for her liking, the total opposite of her husband of two years. Greg was Şerifali Escort tall and straight laced, career focused and very well spoken, his accent flat mid-counties. Peter in the other hand sometimes dropped H’s and had sworn in her presence – never at her but in the phone and when laughing with colleagues. He had tried to flirt with her during their time working together, but she had never reciprocated, cutting him off, making him focus back on their work. The rain hit the window harder and she stood, straightened her knee length pencil skirt and walked to the window. She pulled the curtain aside and stared out into the darkness, catching her reflection in the rain spotted glass. Her face was narrow with sharp features giving her a course look, but when she smiled it reached her eyes and her face warmed up. She wore her hair pulled back into a pony tail which she wound up onto the back of her head for work and it occurred to her that it was similar to how her childhood tutor had worn her hair.A movement in the glass made her jump, but she realised that it was just the reflection of Peter coming back into the room. She turned, smoothing her blouse.‘One cup of tea, m’lady.’ Lauren rolled her eyes at his sarcasm and sat on the couch – he really could make her blood boil but there was something about being around him that made her excited and a little on edge.‘I thought you were having a beer,’ she said picking up her tea. Peter smiled. ‘I didn’t think lowering my inhibitions was a good idea given that we’re working so closely together.’ Lauren shook her head at his inappropriateness – she refused to rise to his flirting.They talked while she drank her tea, Peter sitting next to her on the couch turned to face her, one leg tucked up, his knee almost touching hers, and although she didn’t move closer she also realised that she hadn’t moved away.‘Well, I should be going,’ Lauren said, leaning forward to put the cup on the table, the movement causing her thigh to touch Peter’s. As fast as it happened she moved away. ‘My apologies,’ she said breaking the contact. Peter flashed his eyes at her and a grin creased the corners of his mouth. ‘My pleasure.’Lauren huffed and shook her head, trying to deny the shock of electricity she’d just experienced. She went to stand, but the heal of one of her black work shoes caught in the carpet and she stumbled slightly. Peter put out his hand to steady her, their fingers intertwining. Lauren felt her cheeks flush as she regained her balance, Şerifali Escort Bayan but she had moved closer to him and their eyes locked.For a moment she was frozen, their faces only inches apart and as she tried to pull away Peter leaned forward, stealing a kiss. Lauren recoiled, shocked at his blatant behaviour, their eyes locked. Peter opened his mouth to apologise. ‘Sorry about that, that was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have done that.’‘No you should not,’ Lauren replied. ‘You are fully aware that I am a married woman and I have never once given you cause to think that I was interested in you or in cheating on my husband.’ Peter nodded sadly but she continued. ‘And yet you have continued to flirt with me in the last two weeks which has made me feel very uncomfortable.’Peter nodded again. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ve been out of line. I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just being silly. You always seem so serious and I suppose it was a bit of a challenge.’‘What? To make me feel uncomfortable? I know I can serious but I take my job seriously. I know accounting can be dry but it is important to me.’‘I know, I’m sorry.’Lauren paused and looked at him. ‘Well I must say you seem suitably contrite and I accept your apology and I will consider the matter closed.’‘Thank you,’ Peter replied.‘Do you realise this is the longest conversation we have had that wasn’t work related?’ The pretty accountant said, realising that they were still closer than would be deemed acceptable. ‘Well I should be going. Although I can’t say I’m looking forward to walking through this wind and rain to my car.’‘You’re welcome to wait a little longer to see if it eases off,’ Peter said, then, raising his hands he said, ‘and I promise to be good and professional.’‘No, thank you, I really should be going.’ She stood and Peter followed, watching as she straightened her skirt and smoothed her blouse again. Now happy with her appearance she went to step around him and he moved to let her by, both going the same way. Lauren stopped, taking a step back, almost stumbling backwards again. Once more Peter reached out to stop her and she again grabbed for his hand to stop from falling but pulling him unexpectedly, causing him to lose his balance. Lauren sat back onto the couch and Peter stumbled forward, reaching for the back cushions to steady himself. Lauren looked up uncomfortable but suddenly excited by their proximity. She opened her mouth to apologise but found that no words came out.Peter’s Escort Şerifali face was again only inches from hers but instead of pulling away she held her position, her breathing suddenly faster. Peter looked in her eyes, large and a deep brown. They were one of the things he’d first noticed about her – like a woodland deer. Her slim body and pretty face and also been a distraction for him – her long legs, always covered with a sensible skirt, her narrow hips and her pert breasts that made perfect mounds between her sensible blouses.Lauren knew they had been too close for too long now, but she found that she couldn’t speak to ask him to move and as she stared up at his handsome face she realised he was moving closer until their lips were touching again, except this time she wasn’t pulling away, instead she was allowing him to kiss her, letting her eyes close.Peter moved his lips overs hers, his tongue running along them, but she kept them closed. Moving one hand from the back of the couch he held the back of her neck and Laura was shocked to hear a soft moan escape her mouth into his.Releasing her lips for a moment Peter dropped onto the couch beside her, gently pulling her to stand, sensing the turmoil inside her. Laura stood and moved in front of her colleague and watched his face as she felt his hands run up her pale thighs, lifting her tight skirt until he reached her pert buttocks, pulling her to him. Her breathing growing faster with excitement and guilt the pretty brunette allowed herself to be drawn to him, straddling his legs until she sat on his thighs, her black lace underwear just visible to him. Reaching again for her neck Peter eased her softly to him again and this time when his tongue met her lips she allowed them to part a fraction.They kissed in silence, Laura’s breathing causing her chest to rise and fall and her heart race. Peter’s tongue explored her mouth and she gasped as it touched hers – she had only felt the tongue of one man, her husband, and the taboo of the situation was causing guilt and pleasure to rush through her. Peter’s hands left her buttocks and for a moment she thought he was about to stop their trist, relief and disappointment replacing her former emotions, until she felt them slide up her sides, over the soft material of her blouse and around to the front until they reached the top button.‘Wait,’ she whispered. ‘What are you going to do?’‘I want to see your breasts,’ he replied.‘But I’m wearing a bra.’Peter smiled, ‘then I’ll take that off too.’‘No, you mustn’t,’ she breathed, opening her eyes to look at his. ‘We have already gone too far.’ But she felt unable to move away from him and when he reached his mouth to hers again she allowed their lips to meet once more. Peter’s fingers moved to the top button of her shirt and she felt it pop open.

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