Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... between him and her new husband, that at least Bea was happy.

When Brent split from her, demanding his half, Lotte had let slip one night after a few drinks that no-one had really liked him anyway, assuming that it would have made Bea feel better to know that everyone was on her team and not her husband's. It had produced the opposite effect, prompting heartfelt recriminations from his wife's best friend for not speaking up before she fucking put the bastard's ring on her finger in the first place.

Hector's wife could be like that. Lotte was boisterous, the queen bee at school, and had carried that attitude over into her adult life. She led from the front, running her department in an advertising agency in the middle of town with skill and flair, as if she enjoyed bending others to her will. But, sometimes she just couldn't read the room, as if she was so caught up in her own opinions that she couldn't conceive of a flip-side, hence the comment that cut her best friend to the bone.

Afterwards, Hector had walked Bea to her car, told her that she'd had too much to drink, and drove her home instead. They'd had a long chat; he did everything but tuck her into bed. He still remembered the utter silence in her house in that moment before he let himself out.

There was the rumble of chairs as the meeting ended; suddenly everyone was getting up, rousing Hector from his thoughts. Bea's hand was on his shoulder as she rose.

"We're done for the day, Heck. You can go home ...

... now," she said.

Hector got to his feet too, giving her a distracted smile. Bea beamed back at him.

"You seem happy," he noted, "Got something on this weekend?"

"Oh, maybe."

She was being coy, and Hector felt a little tug in his chest.

"Something special?" he probed, but she just smiled.

"What about you?" she replied.

"You're changing the subject."

"You're not just a pretty face, Heck. Smart too. Yes, I am changing the subject."

She was grinning at him now, giving him that teasing look.

"You have a secret," he noted.

Her brown eyes twinkled in amusement. She always seemed to love playing with him like this. Hector studied her face for a moment, trying to work out what it was that she had planned.

"A date?" he guessed.

"You guessing or offering, Heck?"

There it was again, that little spark. It had been missing from her demeanour for a long time, but it was back again, and it gladdened him to see it. Hector found himself staring down at her expression, transfixed, in the middle of the office. Bea didn't flinch or look away either, her soft eyes smiling as she looked up at him. Her delicate face, framed by a blonde bob, close to him: that little familiar tingle of temptation.

Bea had taken to wearing a skirt in the office, heels, nice blouses that were more tailored to her trim body, her small breasts, but still appropriate for the office. She'd started dressing like their boss, even down to becoming recently blonde herself.

Hector ...