Gotham Police Commissioner Jim Gordon is down on his luck when his wife leaves with the kids and sends him divorce papers. But luckily his clerk Claire knows just what he needs to feel better...
Claire's eighteen-year run as Mistress looks like it m...
Chapter title inspired by "Feelin' Good" by Michael Bublé. _________________________________
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"Do you want Hans and I to pick you up in the limo? Or is Jim driving you?" Grace asked the morning of the ball. She'd called while Claire was throwing together a bag of hair supplies, makeup, and clothes for the party that evening.
"Neither," Claire said dejectedly. "I'm on the committee at work pulling all this together so I have to oversee the decorators, meet last minute with the caterer, and get the most up-to-date guest list to the staff working registration. At least Kay didn't stick me with the registration job. I'll have a whopping thirty minutes to get ready before the doors open. Let's hope Jim doesn't have his expectations set high."
"Jim Gordon would still think you're the most beautiful woman in the world, even if you showed up in your bathrobe," Grace replied. "In fact he'd probably prefer it because it would mean he could get you naked faster."
Claire laughed. "Probably true. The man is surprisingly horny. But anyway... Hans stayed in town! That's amazing! I know you're so happy. You'll make him behave, right?"
"Claire, he's retired. He has no reason to make trouble. He's just coming to support your benefit and to make sure no one else dances with me," Grace said coyly.
"I know," sighed Claire. "I'm just nervous about him possibly meeting Jim. This weekend is supposed to be special... me and Jim finally being together for real, and I don't want anything to mess it up."
"It will be fine, Claire. Promise. You've got to calm down, okay? It's going to be an incredible night."
It started snowing heavily around three that afternoon, which was the absolute last thing Claire needed. It made for a beautiful Christmas scene for the party, of course— snow covered shiny black cars, icicles hanging from the ornate gold trim on the entrance to the Royal Hotel, and delicate flakes dotting the fine dark overcoats and fancy hairdos of the arriving guests. But it made Claire's afternoon even more of a headache with vendors arriving late, so she was frazzled when she finally appeared back on the scene a few minutes after seven. She'd managed to throw on a fortunately simple dress— winter white lace atop a nude sheath that gave a rather risqué illusion from a distance. She was looking forward to Jim's expression when he saw it.
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